[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Tocarryasecretistoplaywithfire.Trytoppassiton,andyourriskhurtingsomeoneelse.Holdontoit,andeventually,you'llgetburned.

Having a secret in your heart is like living with a fire.Try to get rid of it, and you will hurt others, and stick to it, and you will eventually burn yourself.

September [-] Washington

"Gloria, how do you feel?" Dr. Lecter's voice was serious and deep, but it sounded gorgeous to Gloria's ears.

"It's not bad, doctor." She woke up under hypnosis and adjusted her sitting posture: "Can't you really go to London with me?" Her deep gray-blue eyes looked at him sincerely and pitifully, and she could still see something. Mischievous smile.

Hannibal Lecter, who was dressed in a dark gray neat suit, still looked at the woman in front of him with an unkind expression, no, at the little girl who was under 17 years old.

She has a beautiful face like an angel and pointed ears like an elf. A striking mole on her cheek makes her charming like a masterpiece of God. She has a rich family background and a slender figure with bumps. Leah has always had followers around her.

"Doctor, are you going to abandon me?" The girl half lying on the sofa continued to ask.

Hannibal Lecter's face finally stopped being expressionless, and he had some rare patience with this beautiful little girl who had been his patient since she was 12 years old, "Leah, I've picked out some psychiatrists for you in London Candidates, you can put forward any request."

Gloria blurted out: "Like you, you have beautiful long legs and a beautiful waist, making people fall asleep after seeing it—" She coughed: "I want to talk about my heart when I see it." She sipped her lips in embarrassment lips, smiling at Dr. Lecter.

Dr. Lecter nodded and agreed with a faint smile: "I will pass on the information to you later." He straightened his cuff buttons: "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"It's a pity," the girl sighed. Dr. Lecter would be the most elegant foodie even if he wasn't a psychiatrist. "I have a farewell party tonight."

"You love all parties and dances, with Sidwell Friendship High?" Good day-to-day socializing was good for her.

She nodded: "Friends in the same class, and some special friends," she made a shooting gesture, "FBI."

"Little doctor from BAU? It seems that you get along well." Gloria sat up and straightened the folds of her shirt, speaking in a natural tone: "After all, we have received drug treatment together for several months."

She raised her wrist to see that it was almost time, and was about to stand up when she heard Dr. Lecter's deep and powerful voice: "This may be the last meeting this year."

Gloria froze for a moment, "I hope I'm cured next time we meet, although I still can't remember some things before I was 12 years old." She lowered her head, and Hannibal couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Hannibal Lecter is a very good psychiatrist. He knows how to relax girls simply and effectively. With a faint smile on his face, people trust him for no reason: "Leah, it's been a long time since you had heart palpitations and Nightmare, and the dose has been reduced a lot, you should believe in yourself."

"I just—" An accident a few months ago aggravated the relapse of the generalized anxiety disorder she had cured, which undoubtedly added to her psychological burden.Gloria looked up at Dr. Lecter, subconsciously clenched the wristwatch on her left wrist, her blue-gray eyes sparkled, her smile was as lovely as an angel, "It's nothing."

Dr. Lecter's starkly abstinent face is good at convincing, "Leah, you're strong and no one can hurt you."

"Of course, my dear Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

As Gloria's limousine pulled up near Quantico, Spencer Reid, still in his usual "nerd" attire, smiled shyly: "Leah."

Gloria opened the car door for him and gave a gentlemanly salute: "Mr. Rhett, would you like to have dinner with me?" Spencer blushed shyly.

Morgan laughed shamelessly: "Gloria, the "lady" in front of you is about to catch fire."

"This handsome chocolate guy, even if you are handsome and charming, you can't just tease my little doctor," looking at the empty back of them: "Aren't JJ and Garcia here?"

Morgan explained with a smile: "Girls are choosing gifts for you on Georgetown Street, and they will go to the party by themselves when they buy the ones they like." He said and handed her the gifts in his hand.

Gloria took it and thanked them, and let the two get into the car sideways, "I like unwrapping presents the most." Morgan chose the latest thin sports wristband with a stylish and simple style.

"Sweetheart, some simple exercises are helpful to you now." Gloria didn't take off the watch on her left wrist, and put the sports wristband on her right hand directly, trying to show him, "Chocolate handsome guy, you are so sweet."

Spencer shyly took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his shoulder bag, "Leah, I hope you like it."

"Wow, it's not a book?" Gloria exclaimed, and Morgan couldn't help laughing again. There was no way, Gloria could make BAU's babykid blush and shy every time.

Just as she was about to open the present, Spencer gave her a gentle tug: "You can go back and read." The girl followed suit and winked at the little doctor: "I understand, secret surprise."

Ten minutes later, they arrived in the Forest Hills neighborhood six kilometers away from the White House. Before Gloria, the party host, arrived, many guests had already arrived at the Rockefeller's villa.

When I got off the bus, I happened to meet JJ and Garcia. Gloria smiled and said, "I should study criminal psychology and try to join the BAU team, so that I can see beautiful girls with blonde hair every day."

"Leah, you are sweeter than my handsome chocolate guy." Garcia's beautiful blond hair was pinned with a delicate and lovely pink bow. It was hard to believe that he was a top IT expert. JJ gave her a hug, "Leah, thanks for the invitation."

A circle of security guards stood outside the villa. When Gloria and the BAU team entered, the strong black security guards stopped the two teenagers.

Nelson Miller happy to see Gloria: "Hi, Leah."

"Hi, Nelson." Gloria only remembered that Nelson Miller was at the same level as hers. As for another handsome boy with platinum hair and full of old-fashioned aristocratic temperament, he was not in this top American school. A student in a prestigious private school.

"Miss Rockefeller, they don't have an invitation letter." Just as the black security guard who stopped the two of them spoke up, Nelson hurriedly explained: "Connie invited us!" Connie Carter, her close friend, was in charge of the party Sidwell Friendship High School staff invitation.

Gloria felt that Connie probably invited the wrong person, she smiled and said, "Connie may have forgotten to give you the invitation letter, Nelson, the tennis court here is not bad, are you interested?"

"Leah, this is my British friend, Hugh." Nelson Miller looked in awe of his British friend. "By the way, he is studying at Westminster College in London."

Gloria's naturally slightly raised mouth is very beautiful: "Coincidentally, I will transfer there next week."

"My honor." Xio's profound and mysterious facial features were handsome and compelling, and it was easy for people to glue their eyes to his seductive ice blue eyes.

Gloria, who has never been able to speak human words to beauties, seldom said anything to tease her. It may be because she has not taken anti-anxiety drugs for a while, and the out-of-control tension and fear began to strike again. She sighed, and sure enough, the drugs can't stop.

"Norman, can you help me take these two friends to the tennis court?" Gloria said to the waiter Norman, taking a glass of champagne from the tray held up by him.

"Of course, Miss Rockefeller."

Gloria apologized to Spencer and the others, "I'll go back to my room to change and I'll be back soon." After speaking, she held champagne and entered the main building of the villa. Nervous and restless, she still raised the corners of her mouth slightly along the way, and her eyes were amazingly charming.

Mr. and Mrs. Rockefeller came from New York to host the farewell party, and with the three Rockefeller children present, Gloria’s classmates and friends were naturally not the only ones at the party. From the main building of the villa to the tennis court by the pool, Neil Sen Miller saw a lot of billionaires or congressmen, or both billionaires and congressmen.

Nelson Miller sighed: "Only a fool would believe that this old money family will be left with a mere $20 billion."

The Rockefeller family uses thousands of foundations and trusts under their actual management, which are interlocking and confusing. Under the principle of protecting private property and information confidentiality, the financial status and details are never disclosed to the public, and the real situation is completely and tightly hidden. .

An international banking family that has not been disturbed by previous wars, has always controlled the petroleum, chemical, and pharmaceutical industries in the United States, and operates top banks, will the family trust company actually manage more than 1974 billion in assets in 700. Reduce to the 20 billion announced today?It's ridiculous.

"During the 70s, Nelson Rockefeller's financial consultants and lawyers made a perfect "scheduling and adjustment" of the assets under his name, and he didn't have to pay a penny for personal income tax for several years after that." Nelson continued to talk eloquently: "Of course, if it weren't for the routine property hearings he ran for the presidency, these might not be known."

Hugh politely agreed, but his eyes turned to a row of semi-circular windows in the main building of the villa, and one of them was Gloria's room. The blonde girl was vaguely leaning against the window, asking questions on the phone: "— — Roommate? Excuse me, Mum, you mean my London life requires sharing with a stranger?"