The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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"Your Excellency Ernos." Siddig said.

"What can you do?" asked Cynthia.

"I should ask you this sentence, what's the matter with you?"

"Huh? Is there a rule in international law that I can't listen in on your conversations? Or your country's constitution? Sorry, but that really has nothing to do with me."

"Don't you know that's a very disrespectful thing to do? Do you think you're listening to a lecture on mental health in college? Though I think," Sid Digger said, "you really should."

Cynthia said in amazement: "I've turned my head away, and I've been quietly looking at the document. If you think breathing is also a sound, then pretend I didn't say it. I don't know what I did to make you accuse me so much, your lovely What does a good friend's vagueness have to do with me?"

Sid Digger ran his fingers very quickly under Cynthia's nose.

"What are you doing?"

"You're breathing too fast," said Sid Digger.

"what?"

"I said," repeated Siddiger, "you're breathing too fast."

"For the first time, I heard that the rate of breathing can also affect the mood of others."

"You just said once, 'If you think breathing has a sound, then ignore me'."

Cynthia was on the verge of applauding her, "It's a pity you stayed in politics instead of joining the debate team, my dear..." She glanced over Sid Digger's cool, almost serious beauty, and added, "Your Excellency the President."

"Thank you for your compliment." Siddig nodded slightly, as if he really accepted the compliment.

The president of Mobia began to make a speech. He first thanked the international organization for giving Mobia the opportunity to hold the meeting, thanked the leaders of all the countries who came, and sincerely wished the meeting to be held smoothly.

They applauded.

Cynthia drew a nine-square grid on the document with a pen, and the sound of swishing made Siddig want someone to shoot her.

So Siddiger put on the earphones, only one, the translucent alloy making it look like she was wearing nothing.

"You are really not a good student." Cynthia wrote on the paper and crossed the paper.

Sid Digg crumpled up the paper expressionlessly and threw it on the table.

"Look, there are shooting stars." Cynthia wrote on the paper again.

Sid Digg crumpled the paper up again.

Only 10 minutes had passed, but there was already a pile in front of her.

They are sitting in the first row, which is too eye-catching.

Olivia couldn't help but asked, "Are you taking notes?"

Sid Digger said: "Yes, it has been revised many times."

Cynthia laughed.

But immediately, she stopped laughing.

Siddig pressed a full ten centimeters of high heels on her feet, slowly exerting force.

"West……"

"Shut up, serious student," Sid Digger interrupted.

Press the heel down slowly.

"I seem to have heard the sound of metal piercing the skin," Cynthia gave up sending the file, and said beside her in a tone that was small enough for two people to hear, as if reciting a eulogy: "That sound Audio is like tender plants breaking through the earth."

"Do you want it to take root?"

"With your heels? What an honor."

"I give you the opportunity to kneel and thank you."

"If it's on your knees before you," she held out her hand, "I'd be grateful."

Sid Digger turned sharply to look at her.

Cynthia smiled beautifully and innocently, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Take your hands off."

"I take my hand away, will you remove the heel?"

"I can think about it."

Cynthia blinked her eyes, she was indeed an extremely beautiful woman, "No, no, no, I'd rather you stab my throat with a sharp knife now than take a step back."

She wants to stab her throat with a sharp knife!

Cynthia's fingers were very cold, like some kind of cold-blooded vertebrate.

Her movements were very gentle, nothing like Siddiger's inflicting on her.

I have to say that Siddiger's skin is really smooth.

"I say it again, take your hands away."

"What will happen if I don't take it away? I am sure," said Cynthia, "that you would never impale my foot with the heel. Nor leave any doubtful wounds, the kind of person you are, you Always. However, if you want to sue me for harassment... I suggest you use the Union laws, we have stricter laws in this area."

"Used on you?" Sid Digger sneered, "If I really do this, how many people will be left in your Congress?"

"Do you really think I will assassinate officials? Like you did to Russell?" Cynthia's fingers continued to stretch in, "You are really cruel. Russell is also your colleague who has worked with you for several years, and he has another Such a beautiful daughter. I saw the pictures of the scene, the breastbone was blown up, and he was alive for a few minutes, I don't know how he did it."

"Man's will to survive is really tenacious."

Sid Digger said: "If you go on like this, I swear, you will die as badly as the buried Mr. Russell."

"You wouldn't treat me like this," Cynthia said firmly, "you wouldn't treat anyone like this to me."

"You will only die worse. Take your hands away!"

"I refuse as a Union citizen," Cynthia said. "I don't think the president of the empire can restrain the citizens of the Union."

Sid Digg held down Cynthia's hand, but the other party held her hand instead, which made her pull away a bit too much.

The president of Morbia glanced at Sid Digger between his speeches.

She finally took her hand away.

Cynthia said: "How about this, you give me your hotel room number, I let go, even if you crush my foot bones, it doesn't matter."

"Do you think I would do that?"

If the current harassment is only temporary, then if Cynthia knows the room she lives in, the harassment will last for more than ten days.

Cynthia pinched it with her hand, "Are you sure?"

"..." She lowered her head and began to write on the paper.

"I don't want you to write it." Cynthia said: "Please send a text message to your secretary to confirm the room number."

Sid Digger took a look at her, took out his phone and sent a text message.

Cynthia took the phone away.

Xi Ya quickly replied the text message: [-]th floor, [-].Do you need to change rooms?

Cynthia replied: No thanks.

Cynthia withdrew her hand.

"Thank you very much." She wrote the room number on the paper.

Sid Digger removed the heel.

Cynthia shook her aching foot.

"You'll regret it," whispered Siddiger.

"I really want to see it, the day I regret it." Cynthia responded with a bright smile.

Before the words were finished, Siddig had already stood up and left his seat without saying a word.

There was no expression on her face, but anyone could tell that she was in a bad mood.

The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Cynthia covered the corners of her slightly raised mouth with white paper, but she couldn't hide her pride.

They all understood what was going on and who had the upper hand.

After the meeting, Cynthia's secretary organized the papers into folders.