s:,,"", give more support to the Staircase of the Undead But the camera didn't end there.
It followed him all the way to the outside of the live broadcast, where a radio station staff member with a sign came up to shake hands cordially.
Albert also smiled and shook hands with each other in a friendly manner, as if everything just now did not affect him.
The person beside him said quickly, maybe thanking Albert for participating in the show, maybe thanking the sponsors of certain programs, and then an advertisement was inserted.
After the advertisement, there was naturally another program.
What impressed the audience the most in this program was naturally the handsomeness and tall figure of the state senator candidate, as well as his protection of his family.
Teammates lamented that no one can be Albert's opponent in this election.
The only guy who dared to tell the truth is now lying in the morgue of the police station undergoing tests.
It is said that after investigation, it was found that there was indeed a problem in the blood, and that the excessive dosage caused heart failure and death.
The young model also had evidence on her body that this guy had been looking for flowers beforehand, and her family members had been notified to collect the body for burial.
Needless to say, for such a funny and shameless guy, the funeral must be simple and private.
From then on, it disappeared into the dust of history without any waves.
"When will the voting begin?"
Cheng Qianxun asked.
What should be more concerned about is completing the task.
Albert promised that after the election, he would give a speech on stage when he was elected, and he would swear that from now on he would not kill anyone or do anything illegal or disorderly.
"The referendum will be held the day after tomorrow, and there will be three days to vote.
The final day will be to count the results," Gordon replied.
So the week is about the same, and the results will be out before twelve o'clock on the evening when voting ends.
The elected person speaks.
He thanked the voters who voted for him and said something like vowing to serve the public and promote production and performance.
She had seen this kind of situation before.
She had no business with her before, but now she was so close and still in it.
"Okay, go to bed early."
Rudolph stood up: "I will go to canvass for votes again tomorrow.
I will definitely go to full strength."
Before Sneijder walked out, he kissed her reluctantly: "You should go to bed early too."
"Okay."
She looked at Sneijder with a smile and hooked her arms around Sneijder's neck.
A long kiss.
This is a way to express love and reassure Sneijder.
As expected, Sneijder left happily with a smile on his face, his steps brisk.
Walk to the sofa.
Grabbing another handful of unfinished popcorn.
Stuffed it into his mouth.
Is it going to end in a few days?
Albert's picture appears more often on television than male and female movie stars in commercials.
He is simply like a star, a prince, a myth, and all women are fascinated by him.
Except for his wife who was three or four months pregnant and suffered from prenatal depression.
If Albert swears but there is no sign of ending the mission, it will prove that he is lying, and the only way to do it is to kill him.
I don’t know if I’m really willing to kill him.
I hope that day won’t come to me.
I turned off the TV, which I couldn't understand a word of, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
No clothes.
But the hotel provides bathrobes.
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After putting it on, I lay on the bed and went to bed, but I still didn't fall asleep.
There was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and saw Barron.
Barron said with a bit of helplessness: "Are you free?
I want to ask you for help."
"I can't even persuade you, so I have to ask you.
It's troublesome."
Barron carefully opened the door to Albert's guest room.
Walking in, it can be said that it is a mess.
Everything that could be thrown was on the ground, and Albert was half unbuttoning his tie and opening the top button of his shirt.
He was leaning on the sofa, holding a half-drunk wine bottle in his hand, which was completely different from the sunshine just now.
The opposite of decadence.
The photo just now must have stimulated Albert.
His wife had an affair with the gardener's security guard and took the photo.
He was embarrassed in front of the national audience.
No man can bear this feeling, unless the man is mentally retarded.
Barron said softly: "Persuade him well.
If he can't attend the event tomorrow, I will be here."
After that, he walked to a room in the suite and closed the door.
He said that he was really at his wits end and asked her for help.
"Has this been robbed?"
she joked, pretending to be relaxed.
Albert, who was leaning on the sofa, was looking at her expressionlessly.
When he heard this, he laughed suddenly, but the smile was so bitter.
He picked up the bottle and took another long sip, mouth to mouth.
"While you're drinking, don't let others misunderstand that the senatorial candidate is an alcoholic."
She walked over, took the drink from his hand, sat down next to him, and looked at the drink: "It should be whiskey, so I want to get drunk.
Own" He raised his neck and took a sip.
The spicy wine flowed from his tongue all the way down to his stomach like fire.
She couldn't help but let out a breath of "ha".
The alcohol content was no less than 45 degrees.
"Not bad, strong enough."
She raised the wine bottle and looked at the half-full bottle of amber wine with satisfaction.
Then he leaned on the sofa, thought for a while and said: "There is also vodka.
These drinks have saved me several times.
I once walked barefoot in the snow with only a single coat on for at least half an hour.
If you stop, you die."
Looking sideways, Albert was attracted by her words and looked at her.
Smiling suddenly: "Fortunately, Sneijder came to me and found me, otherwise I wouldn't be drinking here and talking to you."
She continued to talk to herself: "Later, I looked for Sneijder and the others in the Siberian winter, which was more than 20 degrees below zero.
I searched for several days.
Fortunately, I found them."
"You've been through a lot, you..."
Albert asked after hesitation.
Although his face was crimson and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol, he had a good drink capacity and was not drunk yet: "You're like a mystery."
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He does not belong to any mercenary organization and no such person has been found.
It comes suddenly and leaves without a trace. who is she She took another sip of wine and continued without answering the question: "Do you remember what I have experienced with you?
The octopus really scared me.
It was so disgusting.
It made me think of the octopus when I saw it in the future.
At that time, honey and egg white were both associated with the smelly mucus.”
"Me too."
Albert felt the same and exhaled: "In the year after landing, I often had nightmares, being chased by an octopus.
Until I dreamed of you..."
"It seems that my appearance was just in time to free you from the nightmare."
She smiled, took another sip, and said with deep feeling: "Besides these, I have seen many people die in various ways.
I also Almost froze to death, hung to death, bitten to death, and even committed suicide."
It came to mind.
The pain of turning the blade of enlightenment into one's own body.
Michael's heartache, and Pluto's deep eyes. . .
"Cheng" Albert interrupted her memory and reminded: "You touched the pendant again."
As expected, his fingers touched the pendant.
This has become her habit.
She put down her hand and smiled at Albert: "We are all passers-by in this world, it's just a matter of length.
So when I encounter anything, I will say to myself.
Compared with before, these are nothing...
It’s quite late, please change the room and go to bed.”
After saying that, he stood up and walked out the door.
Albert felt strange: "That's it."
It was as if she had come to comfort her, but she didn't say anything.
She only talked about her own affairs and drank two sips of wine.
Gone.
"Oh.
This is for you."
She turned around and handed the wine bottle back to Albert: "Nothing special, I still prefer drinking champagne, rice wine and the like.
Just drink it all."
Albert looked at the bottle of wine that was handed to him for a long time: "Thank you.
I won't drink anymore."
"Oh."
She responded lightly, walked aside and put the wine bottle on the table where everything had been thrown away.
"Cheng" Albert sat on the sofa and asked: "What will happen to you if Sneijder betrays you?"
She turned around and said, "Then leave him, just like if I betrayed him, he would leave me."
Sneed must have had a woman before her, but the moment he resurrected from the underworld, he began to like her.
At first, he was focused on it.
"Then that man..."
Albert had doubts and disbelief on his face.
Julian. . .
She couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Do you believe in fate?
It's destiny, it's inevitable, there's no way to avoid it."
Albert did not answer, and she faced this question directly, with helplessness: "I betrayed Sneijder, but Sneijder and I had no other way.
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It's not that I can't control myself, but that I can't You just have to go with the flow.
His ability is completely superior to everyone else.
By chance, he fell in love with me, and I had to fall in love with him.
After all, I am not a machine."
Taking a deep breath: "This kind of experience is enough once.
If possible, I don't want to touch him, so he won't die."
After saying enough, my eyes are hot and my voice is trembling, but there are no tears. , the tears have long gone.
When he walked to the door, he heard Albert whisper: "If I were him, I would still like to meet you.
If I don't meet you, I may never feel love in my life.
Love is a luxury , if you can get it, it’s worth paying for everything.”
The painful feeling began to spread throughout her body again.
She gently pressed her head against the door and closed her eyes.
Although time and space are different, Julian's love for her will never be forgotten.
Maybe as Albert said, if you really love, you will go through fire and water, no matter what. . .
She mustered up the courage, regained her energy, opened her eyes, and tried to joke with a smile: "Then you love your wife, you must love her to death.
Seeing your current appearance, she should be satisfied and happy.
Just you Keep going crazy, don’t forget to take a video and send it to her, maybe she will be so moved that she will fly to you immediately.”
He strode out, walked out the door, closed the door and walked to the elevator.
I just said something ironic, but such words often have a very good effect.
Why do you need to drink and smash things for a woman who you don't love at all and only uses as a reproductive tool?
The world is full of stories, tragedies and comedies everywhere, it just depends on whether you are a spectator or an actor.
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