[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

A week later, a show.

Underwood looked at Angie Lecter on stage.

Even among a group of exquisite actors, she is so outstanding.An Qi stood in the most important position, her long blond hair coiled up high, her elegant neck and slender ankles wrapped with light-colored ribbons, outlining her fragile beauty, making her look particularly vulnerable.

This was the first time Underwood saw Angie standing on the stage with his own eyes.

It is different from the playfulness and sharpness when meeting in private, and it is also different from the separation and distance on the TV.The dancing girl is immersed in her world, away from intrigues and shady deals, just like a swan taking the lead and flapping its wings.

It's hard to imagine that such an actor who doesn't eat fireworks would hold sweet milk in private and keep stuffing biscuits and candies into his mouth.

Underwood raised the corners of his mouth indistinctly. At this moment, the dance ended and applause rang out.

He turned his head sideways and asked the people around him, "Where is the director of the theater?"

——On his third day in the northern city, he happened to meet Angie Lecter's dance troupe performing.Francis Underwood has never been a big believer in coincidence.

On stage, he kept looking at her.

It was already late at night when I returned to the hotel. After washing and changing my nightgown, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She has always been sensitive to the emotions of the audience, not to mention that Francis Underwood is sitting in the best position, it is difficult not to notice.Even though An Qi didn't care about anything when the music started, his gaze followed him everywhere, and he still didn't leave until the end.

Very good, it is worthwhile for her to ask for leave and come to the north with the dance troupe.

Now it's the exam month, but she took the risk of failing the exam and asked for leave to perform.

She fell on the bed, but before she could close her eyes, the cell phone beside her pillow rang.An Qi picked up the phone, it was a text message.

[Come here, 502. ]

No signature, no number recognized.But Angie knew who it was.

Of course, the President of the United States will not live in the same hotel as the dancer, and Angie doesn't know when he booked the room.

But it doesn't matter.

After returning from Russia, Francis Underwood didn't contact Angie again. Of course, it wasn't because he was thrown aside after using her.They still have a verbal agreement, it's just that they don't have the right time.

And now is a good time.

She rolled over and got out of bed, and just about to pick up the clothes, her fingertips stopped when they touched the fabric.An Qi thought for a while, only put on a coat over her nightgown, and left quietly.

The door of Room 502 was ajar.

An Qi moved forward tentatively, knocked lightly on the door, and then heard a clear and calm voice: "Come in."

She obediently walked into the room, and then locked the door behind her.

Angie turned around.The long hair that was coiled up on the stage was scattered behind her back, swaying slightly on the shoulders of her sea-blue coat with Angie's movements.There is only a nightgown under the coat, and the edge of the wool coat reveals thin fabric.

"Mr. President." An Qi spoke softly, like a young animal that went to the wrong house at night.

Francis Underwood was sitting in the living room of the hotel suite.As in the theater not long ago, wearing a navy blue suit, his left hand rested casually on the armrest.

There is nothing wrong with saying that he is sitting on the throne of the giant empire.

"Meeting men in pajamas at midnight," Underwood said with a sneer, "I don't think your father taught you to do that, Angie."

"Going out in pajamas at midnight is more convincing than getting dressed up."

She lowered her eyes and never made eye contact with Underwood from the beginning to the end.

"Everyone in the dance troupe knows that I'm haunted by nightmares," Angie explained. "Even if I'm caught, it's just that I can't fall asleep and come out to enjoy the cool breeze. What's the matter, sir?"

Underwood didn't speak immediately.

She is wary.

Or it is more appropriate to use alert.Angie Lecter's straight spine was slightly bent in the past, not in a dejected and wretched posture, but more like a little rabbit with a tight spine and four limbs. When facing natural enemies, she was highly nervous and was always ready to turn around and flee.

It seems that the nature of the Russian party really surprised her.

Underwood raised his head slightly, and his tone softened: "You're scared, Angie."

"As you say," she replied, "meeting a man at midnight scares every girl, Mr. President."

He stood up.

But a simple action, for Angie Lecter, was the first move of the opposing side.She instinctively wanted to step back, but she restrained herself.

"Why are you afraid?" he asked, "I won't hurt you, Angie."

Angie shook her head.

"Won't it hurt me? I helped the Avengers attack the Prime Minister of Latvinia. She is still alive and dead, Mr. President. Strictly speaking, I am already a terrorist."

"I will protect you."

"Protect me." Angie repeated, then laughed out loud.

Her crisp voice was particularly bleak in the silent room.She still didn't raise her head, her gray eyes were half downcast, showing a resolute yet helpless weakness.

"I'm naive, but I'm not stupid," Angie said, "to trust a politician's promise of protection."

Underwood sighed.

Angie flinched a little at the impatience he showed, but it disappeared quickly.

"You dare not even look at me."

"I do not--"

Frances Underwood squeezed her chin, forcing Angie Lecter to look up.

She immediately held her breath.

The gray eyes touched his deep pupils, and this was the first time Angie had eye contact with Underwood since she stepped into the room.In the past, the eyes that were always shining with curiosity and temptation were hesitant. She tried to break free several times, but how could the young girl shake the power of the man?

In the end, Angie had to calm down slowly under Underwood's persecution.

She was apprehensive during the trial, but when she actually confronted her forcibly, she returned to her familiar posture.Underwood watched helplessly as the anxiety in her eyes faded away inch by inch, gradually regaining clarity.

That's like talking.

"You hope that I can help Thomas Northfield regain his footing." Underwood said unhurriedly, "It's not bad for me, Angie."

What's the point of a flustered and cowering victim?Underwood wouldn't take harmless and innocent domestic rabbits seriously, but Angie Lecter looked like any other rabbit, but the Northfield behind her and the courage to stand up were enough to make her When the hunter was careless, he kicked him twice and then turned and fled.

A spiritual girl, Underwood is also willing to mention her.

"The Russian party made you the hub between me and Northfield. You belong to him, but you are also mine. Therefore, I will not discard you like trash, but this is a very good vigilance."

He was not stingy with appreciation and nodded approvingly.Then he let go of the hand that was holding An Qi.

An Qi, who had regained her freedom, suddenly relaxed.

The extremely strong sense of oppression disappeared in an instant, and Francis Underwood put on his amiable human skin again.

But An Qi didn't miss the pride on his calm face—of course he was, what could standing at the top of America bring him?Unrivaled wealth or great fame?

It's not, it's power.

Nothing satisfies such a hunter like having everything in the situation at hand.

"Retain your guard, child."

He continued, in a tone that might even be called encouraging.

"You can put forward conditions to me. As a hub, your trust is equally important. I don't want to screw everything up because of suspicion in future cooperation."

Angie: "Any condition is fine?"

Underwood: "If you want to trade, you have to list your chips."

She nodded, then shook off the coat she was wearing without thinking.

The sea-colored cloth fell to the ground, and Angie Lecter was left with only a layer of nightgown, which was hung on the shoulders with the only slender suspenders, covering her thin body.The collarbone and legs that Underwood had seen with his own eyes in the past were all exposed to the cool air.

Underwood finally understood why she lost her footing just now.

"I said that Claire and I never interfered in each other's private life." He responded seemingly indifferently, "It seems that you have remembered that sentence."

Angie pulled out a smile.

"My bargaining chip." She said, her voice was soft and high-pitched, whether it was because of nervousness or the cold, "So, do you accept it, Mr. President?"

He was silent for a moment, looking down at An Qi.

Just when Angie was almost disturbed by the silence, Underwood pushed her against the wall.

Then a cold kiss silenced her exclamation.

Underwood hugged her, and between kisses, he took a deep breath, as if intoxicated by the sweetness in Angie's body and mouth.His hands brushed aside her clothing, lingering on the smooth skin, his broad palms moved down along Angie's spine, joint by joint, from the back to the tailbone, and then the buttocks ,Then--

He stopped abruptly, ended the kiss, and looked down at Angie Lecter.

Meeting his gaze, An Qi stretched out her hand cautiously: "I don't intend to target you, sir. But half a year ago, it was Red Dragon first, and half a year later, it was Loki again. I have to bring some self-defense tools, don't I?"

A tool for self-defense.

In other words, the rabbit who was flustered and flinched just now can actually end his life easily anytime and anywhere.

Francis Underwood smiled.

"This was more of a surprise than I expected, Angie." His hand was still on the outside of her thigh, staying within reach.

There was a gun hanging there.

The author has something to say: Ever since I agreed to update at [-] o'clock, I have never passed the OTL on time... What kind of flag is there _(:з」∠)_.

In the future, it will be updated before 12 o'clock in the evening. Girls who go to bed early can watch it the next day.

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