Albert seemed to be stunned for a moment, standing there in a daze, while more reporters crowded around, rushing to grab the news.
"Please tell me, did she commit suicide because of prenatal depression...
What do you think about this?
Or did she commit suicide because she was ashamed because her affair with other men was exposed..."
There was a constant stream of questions.
Absolutely, cross each other.
Albert turned his head sharply and shouted with shame: "Barron."
Barron immediately ran over, and the reporters finally gave way a little, allowing Barron to show his face.
"What's going on?"
The smile on Albert's face disappeared, and perhaps for the first time he showed an angry look in public.
Barron swallowed and said with difficulty: "Madam did commit suicide in the hospital.
I was afraid that it would affect your work, so..."
"You" Albert pushed away the reporter in front of him, grabbed Barron's collar, glared at him and breathed heavily.
Capture it, hurry up and capture it, the hosts and reporters didn’t dare to speak, the cameras were all pointed at it.
The two reporters and the host who were pushed down quickly got up and pointed their microphones. . .
This is the reality version, so dramatic.
"I'm sorry."
Barron also raised his eyebrows and straightened his neck: "I decided to hide it privately.
If you want to fight, you can fight."
Albert's face was full of anger and his eyes were red, but he slowly let go of his hand and took two steps back in despair.
The reporter and host quickly got out of the way and retreated to where the photographer was, while the photographer stood three to five steps away for the best effect.
Albert was seen stepping back step by step, his eyes dull.
Then he slowly sat on the steps on the street, covering his face with his hands and lowering his head.
No one asked any more questions.
Because the grief shown by this man who lost his wife was obvious, and no matter what he asked at this time, he got no answer.
"Quick, this angle, quick..."
Some people anxiously dragged the photographer to the best angle.
They must want Albert to raise his head if they could capture him crying.
Then today's task will be completed quite well.
A super handsome guy whose wife had just died and was pregnant was sitting there, motionless and covering his face.
It was so heartbreaking.
Cheng Qianxun is watching.
Then she heard a bodyguard whisper beside her: "Get in the car quickly."
The car had quietly driven over, and she immediately got into the car.
In the car, I saw Barron and a group of bodyguards surrounding him.
Barron helped Albert, who had red eyes, while the bodyguards opened the way in front.
"I'm sorry.
We are not accepting interviews at the moment.
We have to rush to the hospital and the police station now."
Barron supported the silent Albert and rushed to the car as fast as possible.
He used these words to answer all the bombings. problem.
After Albert got into the car, he immediately started the car after closing the door.
Naturally, those from TV stations and newspapers also hurried to their interview cars to prepare for follow-up reports.
She sat opposite and looked at Albert, not knowing what to do.
The first thing that came to my mind was: What a coincidence.
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He committed suicide thinking about divorce.
In fact, as a political person, it is better for a wife to commit suicide than to divorce.
Catherine had been making a fuss the night before.
All the reporters took pictures of her crazy look, and she was immediately featured on the evening news.
Albert sat there, looking at her, and after a long time he asked leisurely: "Aren't you going to come over to comfort me?"
Sit down, hold this recently widowed man tightly, and express your deep concern. . .
Oh, come on, she is just a passerby in this world and will leave in about three days.
Maybe other women would not miss such a good opportunity.
After being "comforted", they might be able to go to the room at night to continue "comforting".
I don't know whether I should answer yes or no.
After all, my wife just died, so I can't say anything that might irritate the other person.
After holding it in for a long time, she asked in order to avoid embarrassment: "How did your wife commit suicide?"
The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road passed through the car window and were reflected on his expressionless face.
He obviously kept something secret: "She tore up the torn sheets, tied them in knots, and hung them on the window railing to hang herself."
He closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
It's not that I feel sorry for this woman's death, but it confirms one thing.
If Albert had just learned that his wife had died, and Barron had not said anything just now, how could Albert have known how his wife committed suicide?
"You want to ask me why I am like this?"
Albert was a smart man, so he could naturally guess what she was thinking.
He flicked his fingers on her legs a few times, and said leisurely: "You will know, it won't take long."
At this time, Albert's cell phone rang.
He picked it up, said "I know" and then hung up: "Go to the police station first."
He said calmly: "Identify the body."
Identify the body, identify the body.
The car drove all the way to the police station.
The main building of this police headquarters is an office building with more than 30 floors.
But instead of entering through the main entrance, which was full of reporters, we drove into the underground parking lot.
After getting out of the car, Barron said softly: "This is for the exclusive use of the police station.
Outsiders are not allowed to enter today without permission.
The mayor was very helpful and transferred the body here."
Some police stations do not have such underground parking lots, so Albert can only walk into the police station door in front of many cameras.
Albert thanked softly: "Thank you."
The police had already come to greet him, and as a popular figure at that time, the one who came to greet him was actually the chief of police.
Take the elevator up, the morgue is on the basement floor.
The police stopped others at the door: "Only family members can enter."
After Albert and the police went in, they only came out in just a few minutes.
Albert stopped in front of the elevator: "Please issue the autopsy report as soon as possible."
"Of course."
The police chief's attitude was apologetic: "Suicides must be forensically examined.
Thank you for your cooperation."
After getting in the car, Albert kept sitting there, leaning back with his eyes closed.
Cheng Qianxun didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say.
Any words at this time seemed harsh.
Back at the hotel, before entering the guest room, Barron still asked everyone to disperse, but to stay in the hotel and obey orders at any time.
Albert sat on the sofa, still unhappy.
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After Barron looked at her, he entered another room without saying a word.
She stood like this, and Albert sat like this, looking at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Albert finally spoke: "You are going to stand like this all night."
She replied: "We'll talk about it when we're tired from standing."
Albert raised the corners of his mouth slightly and clapped his hands: "Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it, I'll listen."
She thought about it and responded with something else: "There are no bugs here, right?"
"Definitely not.
Before I move in, the room will be thoroughly checked with instruments.
All bugs and pinhole cameras will not be there.
Even my mobile phone is bought new and I take it apart to see if there is anything inside."
Albert took out his large tablet phone from his suit pocket and threw it aside.
She walked over slowly, but instead of walking to Albert, she walked to the window, closed the open window, and closed the curtains: "It is said that some professionals can read according to the movements of the other person's lips when they speak.
To tell what the other party is saying is called lip reading, which is used by some deaf people who can understand lip reading.
Like just now, they can know what we are saying as long as they have a telescope. " "Really?"
Albert was curious: "Is there really such a person?"
She smiled and did not say that Rudolf was one of such talents.
Walking to the bar: "Wine or coffee?"
"Whiskey, thank you...
This sofa feels uncomfortable, too soft."
Albert stood up and walked to the chair in front of the bar.
She smiled while making adjustments: "The sofas here are all ergonomically designed, so they are naturally very comfortable to lean on.
But for many people, even sitting on the throne may not feel comfortable.
Many people just think about , Climb up, only to find out later that the higher you go, the more you pay for your wine.”
A glass of wine was pushed over: "Two-fifths of a glass of whiskey with two ice cubes."
This is what he likes.
Albert's eyes changed from his deep eyes to his facial contours softened.
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly.
He took the wine glass and took a sip.
Looking at the ice cubes in the glass: "Am I a bad guy?"
"He's a bad guy," she answered affirmatively, adding foam cream to her coffee cup and sucking the cream on her fingers: "But I'm not a good person either.
I may have killed more people than you.
Sometimes.
That's it, no matter where you are, you can only go with the flow unless you give up."
Albert raised his head and looked at her: "Then can you get away?"
Yes, can it?
She smiled bitterly: "No."
"But you can."
After thinking for a while, he reminded: "I definitely can't do it, but you and I are different.
You can give up at any time."
Albert took another sip and said softly: "I plan to give up everything, everything, everything, not for anything else, but for you.
I hope what I do can make you stay..."
Her heart suddenly became confused.
She put the brewed coffee on the table: "If you want to drink, there is coffee.
I'm leaving first."
But Albert grabbed her hand, stared straight at her, and asked with unprecedented seriousness, "Please stay."
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There was a sudden burst of dizziness.
Yes, she had Sneijder, but an ordinary woman would feel dizzy as long as her eyes were not blind and her brain was not crazy.
He closed his eyes, not daring to look at the superb man in front of him.
After thinking for a long time, he was able to stabilize his emotions and answered with certainty: "Albert, it's impossible for me to stay.
I've told you many times.
Just think of me as a part of your dream, and I am indeed just a dream."
"But you really exist.
I am holding your hand now.
You have a pulse and a heartbeat.
You will also beat for me, right?
You will love me.
I am sure that you are different from her.
She only loves her. yourself, but you will love others."
Albert became excited at this time, stood up, and grabbed her arm with his other hand.
Even if you don't look at it, you know that his expression should move the woman
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