The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Still no sound.

Eugene stood up and went around to the other side.

She pushed open the wooden door.

Bisiya knelt on the ground, motionless.

Eugene touched her exposed skin, which was colder than her fingers.

The woman's hair was scattered on her shoulders. She stroked her hair and wanted to see the other person's face, but found that there was a needle hole in the woman's neck.

"Overdose?" she thought.

The lighter finally lit the cigarette, she took a puff, and closed her eyes contentedly.

……

"You mean, she ran away, right?" Jane held a teacup and sneered, "A group of people can't see a lunatic."

"Before that, we had injected her with medicine," the subordinate said respectfully, "She won't live long."

"I hope she can't find the gate of the hospital." Jane said.

After she finished speaking, she thought it was funny, how far can a lunatic run?

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of glutinous rice balls for the grenade, and to the little angel of diamond for the mine.

boo.

☆、Chapter 6 Attack

Feng has a gauze wrapped around her throat, and now even speaking is very problematic, requiring several surgeries to fix, and she now lies in the hospital all day with a transistor buried in her throat, because her respiratory system has also suffered some damage.

Hein and Eugene's divorce procedures were put on the agenda, and the two agreed to divorce after their wedding in Dieg, West Germany.

"How much time I have spent in order to create an illusion of happiness." Eugene lamented, although her so-called sacrifice was to murder her husband.

Several maids have watched over her 24 hours since she was found passed out in the church.

"I won't attend Dorothy's funeral," Sid Digger said to Sia.

Shia didn't know what happened. Everyone was shocked by the news of Dorothy's sudden illness and death. Sid Digger's attitude was even more strange, even though she bought the cemetery.

Moreover, a middle-aged woman was also buried opposite Dorothy at the funeral on the same day.

"Goodbye, may you live forever in heaven." Shea whispered, and after the funeral, she placed a bouquet of white roses in front of the tombstone.

Apparently someone had been here before and also put a bouquet of white roses.

She glanced at it, and the bouquet of roses was tied in a very...stupid bow, not even a disabled person would tie a bow like that.

……

"Three more days," said Sid Digger. "I never knew it was so difficult to hold a wedding."

Cynthia stroked her hair and said, "I didn't know that before. But fortunately, it only happens once in a lifetime."

Siddiger arched his waist, touched Cynthia's chin, and said, "I'm not sure this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing."

Cynthia chuckled.

Sid Digg put his hand on her neckline.

"What's wrong?"

"The tie is off."

Cynthia pushed her hand away and said, "I'll do it myself."

"I can tie it on."

Cynthia tore off the tie directly, and said seriously: "The tie I wore when I was five years old was better than yours."

Sid Digger doesn't have any talent for this, although she doesn't need to be.

"I think that's why I never wear a tie." She excused herself.

"Your bow tie is also bad."

"I never tie a bow," said Sid Digger.

"You also……"

Sid Digger grabbed Cynthia by the collar and pulled her towards him, "Shut up, honey."

Cynthia kissed her, "Calm down, sir, you're going to work soon."

"Yes, work." Sid Digger said helplessly: "Since you came, I found that no job is as good as..."

"Not as good as what?"

She pressed her against the chuáng, "make-love."

"Making love is not a job, it's an adjustment." Cynthia pressed her lips, "You are like a child in adult clothes now, if you are really tired, you should take a good sleep."

Sid Digger now has sex-coldness written all over his face, but he still pretends to be passionate, and Cynthia feels tired watching it.

"I don't." She unbuttoned Cynthia's coat with her teeth.

"To tell you the truth, you haven't changed at all since I met you when I was here, except that you talk more."

Sid Digger licked her collarbone and said, "You mean I haven't grown at all?"

"I didn't say that." Cynthia said.

"At least the technology has improved."

"It's true."

Cynthia pressed her head, "Okay, just get off me without feeling anything."

Siddig frowned, she gagged Cynthia's mouth, and after the two kissed almost viciously, she rolled over and lay down on the bed.

"Sometimes depression can't be solved with sex-love," Cynthia fished out a cigarette from under the pillow and tossed one to Sid Digger, "I wonder how you spent the first 20 years before you met me ever?"

Sid Digger smoked a cigarette: "Before I met you, I never lacked beautiful girls around me."

"What happened after you met me?"

"They're not as pretty as you."

Cynthia nodded, "Very good."

She sat up, and Siddig leaned over and pillowed on her lap, "Sleep when you're tired, and tell me if you're unhappy, I won't laugh."

"Sounds like you are my elder."

"I've always done things more maturely than you."

"Because the growth environment determines a person's character, I seem to have grown up in a tragic drama."

"You feel terrible right now?"

"I think the environment I grew up in is terrible, why do I have such parents? Why do I accept this kind of life?" Sid Digger paused, "After thinking for 5 minutes, I was relieved, although I lack Love, but I have money."

Cynthia swallowed the words "you and me" abruptly.

She underestimated Sid Digger too much.

"Yes, you still have money, you have a lot of money." Cynthia cooperated.

"Yes, I am as rich as a country, no, I am the representative of the country, I have the supreme power, the entire imperial government operates around me, and there is an amazing beauty beside me, we are in the same family and live in harmony ."

"Do you love her?"

"I love her like my presidential seal," Sid Digger said, playing with her hair. "I'd die without her."

"Like you can't leave rights?"

"Don't be such a spoiler, dear."

"Well," said Cynthia, "I'm really jealous of that woman."

"I'll introduce you to another day." Siddig said.

"I hope we don't fight."

"I wish."

Cynthia took the essence oil bottle and poured some into the aromatherapy lamp.

"It's so fragrant." Siddig frowned.

"This is lavender, which can help you sleep."

"It would be quicker for you to get me two sleeping pills." Siddiger tugged at her clothes. "Stay still, dear."

Cynthia put down the bottle, and pressed her two fingers on her temples, "Sleep, have a good sleep, and then get up refreshed and handle business."

"Good job, I'm sober now that I swallowed a handful of ice cubes."