[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

The current President of the United States, Francis Underwood, has an image of a politician that conforms to the traditional perception of the American people-well-dressed, crisp and neat, always with a friendly smile on his face, and always giving people an insurmountable distance feel.

He was wearing a capable navy blue American suit, which should have been incompatible with the classically decorated Lecter House, but in fact, when Underwood appeared in the living room, he easily grasped the dominance of the entire interior.

"What happened to Miss Lecter at S.H.I.E.L.D.," Underwood said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Underwood's eyes fell on Angie, but Angie immediately looked at Hannibal beside her.

Seeing the President of the United States for the first time, An Qi was surprised to find that his own temperament and eyes were so familiar, that kind of aloof and condescending attitude, as early as ten years ago when she first met Hannibal, An Qi knew I have a deep understanding of the appearance of the beast when it is dormant.

Although his apology and kindness are so sincere, An Qi can still smell the cruel truth.

Serial killers and politicians all wear a beautiful human skin, which is really interesting.

And Hannibal Lecter, in front of the President of the United States, was as humble, polite and dignified as he was for all the guests who came for the first time. After feeling Angie's gaze, he responded instead of her: "An accident, I don't think so. One would expect something like that to happen, but luckily Angie wasn't hurt."

"This is the luckiest of luck, and what's even better is that you are a psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter." Underwood, "I hope that Miss Lecter's mood can calm down as soon as possible, and she is also unscathed."

When An Qi heard this, she leaned towards Hannibal uneasy, and the latter immediately understood her thoughts, and shook An Qi's hand encouragingly.

This does work.

"I'm sorry, too, Mr. President."

She took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"If I can recognize Loki earlier, maybe I can stop him. SHIELD will not lose, and documents related to national security will not fall into the hands of... evil gods."

Underwood's gaze struck straight like a sharp sword.

There was sharpness and coldness wrapped in gentleness, and An Qi tensed up almost the moment she touched her eyes. She has always been sensitive to predators' eyes, but at the same time, An Qi would not let them go. implied meaning.

There is no need for him to come in person, the FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., and just any important agent is enough to collect perfect information from Angie Lecter.But at this moment, Francis Underwood was sitting opposite her.

Mr. President can't sit still in the White House.

After all, once the documents are exposed, he, who personally signed the documents for hiring terrorists, will face more than just an international crisis.

"The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are unaware of Loki's disguise. I don't think you should be blamed for this, Miss Lecter," Underwood said.

A man standing at the top of power, but helplessly pinning his hopes on an ordinary young girl.

How desperate it must be, Angie was almost intoxicated by this wonderful taste.

She forced a smile: "Thank you, thank you, sir."

"Don't be nervous." Underwood said kindly, "I assure you, Miss Lecter, no one will hurt you again."

is it?

Angie still looked anxious, she turned to look at Hannibal again.

"I believe that the president will not force others, Angie." Hannibal said calmly, "And you also know that evasion is not the solution to the problem."

As he spoke, he held An Qi's hand tightly.

"I...I know."

She nodded as if making up her mind.

"I'll tell you everything, Mr. President."

Hannibal looked away and stood up.

Francis Underwood watched Dr. Lecter leave the living room, leaving him and Angie Lecter alone.

Losing the support of her father, the confidence that the girl had built up with great difficulty seemed to collapse again in an instant. She subconsciously grasped the hem of the skirt at her knees, and the ivory white fabric was twisted into a ball between her fingers.

Angie Lecter raised her eyes cautiously, her gray-blue eyes tried to make contact with Underwood for the first time, but the moment her eyes met, she stopped breathing and avoided in a panic.

From the looks alone, it was a beautiful, golden rabbit.

Underwood put away his thoughts calmly, and said in a gentle tone: "Your dance performance is amazing, Miss Lecter."

"Hey?"

She raised her head in surprise, for a moment she even forgot her fear, and looked at Underwood blankly: "Have you seen my performance, Mr. President?"

"Unfortunately, I only watched it on the screen," he replied, "Your performance with your dance troupe in Latvinia was highly praised half a year ago."

Angie Lecter is finally less reserved when it comes to her beloved art.Her delicate face showed a brilliant vitality: "I think I can do better! At that time, I was always thinking about the next task and couldn't concentrate."

When An Qi said this to herself, the momentary vitality immediately became extremely dignified.

"It was the agent responsible for the trip to Latvinia who led Loki and I to the S.H.I.E.L.D. I was a little bit surprised when she said she was going to show Thomas and me around S.H.I.E.L.D.—it wasn’t a place I could visit.”

Underwood didn't speak.

His silence made Angie uneasy again, but she was no longer embarrassed.The young girl bit her lower lip: "Locky didn't show his true colors until before the database. He just proudly showed off his success in front of the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and didn't reveal anything. I should, I should... ..."

"Miss Lecter."

Underwood interrupted her patiently, and the man at the top of America shook his head.

"This is not your responsibility. S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI were established to protect girls like you." As he spoke, he smiled jokingly, as amiable as an elder, "Assuming that the United States has reached the point of need It's my fault that you stand up to the point where you can't resist."

"But, as a young man in America, I have a responsibility to share the worries of my country, don't I?"

She tilted her head and asked back.

In the past six months, Francis Underwood has often seen Angie Lecter in the news.Although in most cases, she was just a vase for talking and laughing beside Thomas Northfield, but the trip to Latvinia had already made Underwood remember this beautiful and delicate face.

No one will take a businessman's sudden announcement of a general election to heart, it's just a show.

But this girlfriend of his...

Angie Lecter's long pale blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, hanging down her shoulders. When she moved her head slightly, the ponytail moved accordingly.This made her naive and smart when she said this, and a little reserved, but her pretty face was full of hope and curiosity.

"It would be great if young people now think like you and Thomas." Underwood continued gently. "I visited Thomas in the hospital. His condition has stabilized."

According to the information on the White House desk, she was just an ordinary girl who had a tragic childhood experience, loved by her adoptive father and her boyfriend, had a very high talent for dancing, and had a bright future—but if you only believed the superficial How can Underwood secure the presidency?

"Yes, God bless." Angie lowered her eyes, "I have been with him as much as possible for the past two days. The doctor said that Thomas will wake up soon."

"With all due respect, miss. When he wakes up, he will most likely face charges from the FBI."

"Uh-huh?"

When An Qi heard this, she flinched a little.

She was surprised and stunned for a moment, and then realized what Underwood meant: "Because, because he facilitated the Latvinia incident? No, Mr. President, Thomas has good intentions!"

As she spoke, An Qi's pale face was covered with a layer of excited blush.

"How, how could this be so, he was injured and is still in the hospital. Thomas is also a victim, he is the same as me!"

"I believe that if there is no evidence, the FBI will also return Thomas' innocence."

Underwood said, he stood up.

"Thank you very much, Miss Lecter."

He habitually extended his right hand to Angie Lecter, who also stood up, and the latter obediently stepped forward, holding Underwood's hand.

Francis Underwood's palm was broad and strong, but not too strong. He just touched Angie's fingertips politely, and then said: "I would like to trust Thomas, son. His father and I are old friends, Thomas I saw everything that was done.”

See it?

Does it refer to the achievements of the past, or the ambition of "Thomas" under the skin?

Underwood who said these words was sincere and sincere, like an elder who had high hopes for young people, as if he didn't pay much attention to Thomas Northfield, his presidential candidate and his competitor .

Why bother to pay attention to it.

Angie blinked.

A faint blush remained on her cheeks, and her gray eyes lit up again with hope.

"Thank you, thank you! Mr. President."

At the end of the words, An Qi actually choked up.She wiped the corners of her red eyes: "This means a lot to me, Thomas is still unconscious, I hope, I hope..."

Underwood sighed.

He opened his hands and hugged Angie who was sobbing.

That was reserved, just out of courtesy comfort.But when he touched her arm, Angie wrapped her arms around Underwood's back eagerly, like a bird that was about to freeze to death looking for a source of fire.

But that was soon, the fragrance and sweet breath that belonged to girls were fleeting.Then An Qi let go of him like an electric shock, and smiled gratefully.

"I will get through the difficulties with him. When Thomas wakes up, if there are any clues, we will take the initiative to notify the FBI."

When leaving Lecter's house, Angie Lecter's scent seemed to still linger on Underwood.

The taste is very light, like unpacked fructose, and there is very little left after being blown by the cold wind.Underwood straightened the neckline of his coat expressionlessly, and said to the FBI executives beside him, "Send someone to watch her."

He tossed out his assumptions lightly, and Angie Lecter immediately thought of what happened in Latvinia.

"She must know something."

A real little rabbit would not react so sharply.

The author has something to say: Jiang Hua has always thought that Hannibal is so difficult that I can write it. Is there any character in this world that I can't hold! ?

Kinoshita: Hehe.

_(:з」∠)_...It's too difficult!I regret my decision to prostitute him, please put him back (you!

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