The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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"I liked you when I was 15 years old. You may not believe it when I tell you." Elena said with a low smile, "I originally wanted to apply for the same university as you, even to be your secretary. But my grandfather asked me to go Studying opera. You know, I can't say no, I can't say no, why would I want to learn that stupid thing? All I know is that we're getting further and further apart."

"Elena,"

"Listen to me, sir, you are the president, you can talk endlessly in Congress, if it is reasonable, I can't beat you, but let me finish, please, let me finish."

"I've been following you, you entered politics, you became an MP, you became president, and those women around you, those damned women," Elena gritted her teeth, "I'm confident that I'm much more beautiful than them, but But I am not qualified to kiss you, even if we are only less than ten centimeters away."

"Later, thank God, there are no more women around you. Although I don't know why, I am still very happy." Elena took a deep breath, her tone has become choked, "I don't think you have ever loved Who, but I've been overturning my assumptions recently, forgive me for being rude to Lord Ernos, I'm just too sensitive."

"Calm down," Siddig said, not touching Elena.

At this time, comforting a woman who expresses her affection and emotion to you will only make her fall more firmly into your arms.Sid Digger knew this truth well, she couldn't leave Elena alone, but she would never touch her.

"This is not a joke, I am already, Sid Digger, I can take responsibility for my words and deeds, this is not a drunken slip of the tongue, I have considered it countless times... I will not take up a lot of your time, I can also Accept what you said about the private marriage, I just want to be with you, even if it's just together."

"Sorry," was Sid Digger's answer, and she weighed her words, politely and decisively, "thank you for your love, but I cannot take it."

Elena froze for a moment, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I can not accept."

The girl's face lost all color in an instant.

She didn't speak for a long time.

"Can... can you give me a reason?"

"I have a lover," Siddig said, her tone very calm, even rare gentle.

Elena tried to find traces of lying in her eyes, but the reality let her down.

"My lover... yours? No, no..." Elena said incoherently: "Then why did all the women around you suddenly disappear two years ago?"

"Because of my lover, I got married." Sid Digger said, her eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake under the moonlight, obviously not moved by such an affectionate confession, "If you don't mind, tonight Afterwards, I can give you my ring."

Elena didn't move.

"Are you really married?" she asked with quivering lips.

"It's true." Siddig replied firmly.

Elena said hoarsely: "Can I know who she is?"

Sid Digger thought for a while and said, "She is very beautiful, very good."

Elena smiled lowly and said: "It's really a generalization." She didn't speak after that, tears were streaming down her face, but Siddiger didn't intend to wipe away her tears.

Not at all.

"Let's go back, Sid Digger, my head doesn't hurt anymore." She stumbled as she walked, Sid Digger gave her a little help, without even touching her exposed skin.

If she had had a little fantasy before, now she has none at all.

The lights in Cynthia's tent had been turned off.

Elena took a look at her, went into the tent and zipped it up, and soon after, the lights in her tent disappeared.

Sid Digger sat in the car, watching the news on his cell phone.

There is still debate about whether she is a pedophile.

"She likes fair-skinned girls with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was like that when she was in school. Her favorite thing is dating younger girls who don't know much about the world..."

"Does this mean that she is a child lover? Could it be that the reports say that the ladies are all eight or nine years old?"

"It might change the taste."

"It's changed," said Cynthia's hoarse voice behind her, "she likes now..."

"what do you like?"

"I like girls of eighteen or nineteen."

Sid Digger sneered, "Indeed, I think everybody likes pretty young girls."

"But," continued Cynthia, "she loves me."

Sid Digger turned his head.

"She is very beautiful."

Cynthia was very beautiful indeed, and stunningly beautiful in the moonlight.

"How did she cry?"

"What are you crying about?"

Cynthia crossed her arms and said, "Don't tell me, you tell her that you are a good person and you deserve better."

"Why should I tell you such details?" said Sid Digger.

"I guess your refusal was straightforward." Cynthia said.

"What if I said that I didn't tell her to reject her directly, but instead gave her faint hope?"

"How much, if anything?"

"It's just a hint of refusal, like when I was on the bed, I said to you, 'Be gentle, don't'." Through the lowered glass, Sid Digger laughed.

"You never said that, but I don't mind hearing it." Cynthia said, "If you really gave her such a hint, then I can only, "

"Only what?"

"You lower the glass all the way down, I tell you."

Sid Digger blinked, and actually lowered the glass.

Cynthia grabbed her by the neckline and pulled her half out of the window, she pressed her lips, "I will do it until you dare not say that again."

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"Very beautiful." Siddig challenged, "What are you going to do?"

Cynthia said, "How--do?" She blocked Siddiger's lips, and before she did, she asked with a low smile, "How else?"

"Come on," Siddiger gasped in her ear, "I don't have much time."

Cynthia bit her lip maliciously, "Where?" Siddig knew what she was asking.

Sid Digger whispered, "Find it yourself."

Who would pay attention in this situation?

Cynthia kissed her chin and said hoarsely, "Huh? Where?"

Sid Digger pushed her away, "Not on me."

Cynthia's eyes flashed, and she said, "On the ground, take it."

Sid Digger frowned, "I didn't see it."

"It's in that gap, you can see it by bending over a little bit."

……

Jane tried to stand up, but her weak knees could not support the weight of her body.

She tried several times, and finally fell to the ground before taking the wheelchair.

The teapot was also knocked over by her, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

No, this won't work.

she told herself.

It's getting worse and worse, and one day she will become completely disabled.

The ceramic utensils were knocked to the ground, and the shards and tea were scattered all over the floor, and some of them were also scattered on her body. She picked up a piece and straightened her upper body.

Her sitting posture is graceful, as is her movement.