105 Scoundrels fight robbers

"They are robbers, and they are not guilty of being angry with them. Well, I'll show it to my lord. ”

Li Xiuqin's mouth crooked, and she symbolically cracked: "Hehe, my eldest master, are you satisfied?"

"Laughing like crying, disgusted!" Wu Da also crooked his mouth.

Li Xiuqin threw herself into her arms all of a sudden, and hammered her fist lightly: "Our family's property is going to be robbed by others, are you still so leisurely?"

"How did you reply to Christophe?"

"Answer him in two days, okay?"

"Okay, okay, can you be honest for a while? Your uncivilized behavior will easily trigger my more uncivilized revenge and will hurt you. ”

"Come on, hurt me!"

"Don't make a fuss, get some rest. I'll go out in the evening to see if I can catch a chick and come back and serve me. You can only watch from a distance and can't play with it every day, it's really boring!

The famous "Roast Chicken President", how could Wuda not know him?

Not only do I know him, but I also know the several partners of the roast chicken very well, especially the most famous Miss Lewinsky, who Wuda has specially analyzed in his previous life.

A young female college student, lucky to enter the White House as an intern, as long as she performs well, it is a dazzling qualification to enter the political arena in the future, and the future is limitless!

The ambitious Miss Lewinsky felt that the future was not as promising as the present. Miss Lewinsky, who saw every opportunity and tried to climb the ladder, could not wait until the future, and began to look for her goal as soon as she entered the White House.

It is just like Ximen Qing met Pan Jinlian, and there is a providence in the dark.

Mr. President found Pan, uh no, Miss Lewinsky among the dozens of interns at once.

It's hard not to find out!

Among those interns, only Miss Lewinsky was fair-skinned and beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed, plump and fat, and very much in line with the standards of eugenics.

On top of that, Miss Lewinsky is not at all as secretive and unwelcoming as the other interns, and as soon as she enters, she is high-profile, and the price is clearly marked.

It is said that flies don't bite seamless eggs, but as everyone knows, the more cracks the eggs are, the more they can attract flies.

Mr. President, who has always been a well-behaved baby, has no ability to parry women with this kind of routine at all - it is estimated that he has no idea of parrying, and soon fell under the pomegranate skirt.

As a president, no matter how generous he is, he can't wear a skirt at the same time as others. That would be neither sightly nor hygienic. Miss Lewinsky was also a "single-minded" person, and in a blink of an eye she became holy and inviolable, and was so polite and behaving like all of them.

When accompanying Mr. President on several visits and activities, he was able to show his graceful demeanor and full of collagen on his face very appropriately, which was in stark contrast to the 10,000-year-old iceberg face of the president's wife.

People who don't know still think that she is the real president's wife. Those who knew it thought that Miss Lewinsky's life was about to come—including herself.

Even in Miss Lewinsky's dreams, she walked into the church with Mr. President to receive the blessing.

It's a pity that when I woke up, the dream was just a dream, and the reality was still so cruel.

Mrs. President is still so unattainable, Mr. President is still so personable, and Lewinsky is still the junior who can't see the light.

If there is a huge gap between reality and dreams, people will have the idea of confiding. Usually I talk to a close friend to express my pain and seek some comfort.

Miss Lewinsky was a young woman of letters, and had a habit of keeping a diary. After all, many things are not suitable for people to say, and many things can only be shared by oneself.

In Miss Lewinsky's diary, she and Mr. President meet, know and love each other in detail, and use a large number of paragraphs to describe the posture, time, and place of their love, including the psychological feelings afterwards, etc.

The delicate emotional analysis and accurate action description make people feel immersed in the scene at once. Ju Wuda speculated that this girl might be able to become a great little yellow writer in the future.

That's right, it was the unsophisticated guy from Vuda who, taking advantage of the dark moon and high winds, sneaked into Miss Lewinsky's boudoir, a not-so-fancy apartment, and shared it with her close friend.

Mr. President is also really picky. Just because Miss Lewinsky is still in the probationary period, she is not a good lover by not buying brand-name bags and fragrant car mansions.

Lewinsky also did not shy away from her relationship with Mr. President, and often complained to her close friends about the man who slammed the door.

But in order to prove that she is not a material person, Lewinsky describes in detail in her diary how much she misses her lover.

No matter how warm the love is, it can't resist the obstruction and erosion of the world, with the old witch and her family obstructing, it can only be "Houmen enters the deep sea, and Xiao Lang is a passerby from now on".

Well, a foreign girl can't recite Tang poems, this is Wuda's YY, because Miss Lewinsky's way of relieving his thoughts is a bit disgusting, he can only divert his attention and recite some classics.

Mr. President has a piece of land in his house, and he still has to work at the White House, and he is in his forties, so his energy is inevitably a little lacking, and he cannot guarantee that Lewinsky's land will be cultivated every day.

Lewinsky, who is in love with adultery and can't wait to be together all the time, is a little lost.

They also had a trick up their sleeve, and when Mr. President's precious liquid was spilled on his pants (I won't tell you, why the pants, not the underwear), they asked for the precious pants.

He said he took it out for cleaning, but in fact Lewinsky took it back to his apartment. Whenever he couldn't bear to miss it, Lewinsky would take it out, stroke it carefully, and carefully reminisce about those years of burning passion.

Smell a hundred times the spirit, smell the body and health.

"Hey, you're so disgusting!" Li Xiuqin looked disgusted, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands, wash it quickly!"

"I didn't touch it, I didn't touch it, didn't you see me in a plastic bag?"

Damn, I didn't expect the taste of crooked nuts to be so strong. If you think about it a little deeper, Lewinsky is in bed shouting "William" and using that pants......

Well, you can't think about it, you can't think about it, that will lead to your own degradation and become a person of the same quality as them.

"The diary you got back and that thing ......" Li Xiuqin continued to point with disgust, the dark blue pants in the plastic bag, "Is it useful?"

Christopher asked the same question, and asked even more disdainfully: "Isn't it normal for a nervous woman to fantasize about something happening with the president in her diary? Isn't it too naïve for you to take a random diary and try to bargain with the president?"

This kind of occasion is not suitable for Li Xiuqin to come forward. Wuda didn't want to hide behind the scenes all the time, which would make the Americans even more wary.

If the CIA doesn't know until now that Wu Da is the man behind Li Xiuqin, then it would be too much to treat others as stupid pigs.

Wuda doesn't treat others as stupid pigs, and he doesn't want others to treat him as stupid pigs. He smiled slightly: "Mr. Secretary, I believe that the Republican Party's views must be different from yours, what do you think?"

"You're a Republican?"

"No, I'm not from any organization. I'm just a businessman, a businessman who wants to make a big difference in the United States. ”

"Don't you think your fists and kicks have stretched too long?" Christopher sneered and patted the diary in his hand, "Now that you're in my hands, do you still have the chips to talk to me?"

Wu Daha laughed: "Your Excellency, you don't think I'm just this thing, do you?

"Hand it over!" Christopher's face sank, "I can pretend that today's events didn't happen." Otherwise, huh!"

"Are there a lot of guns pointing at me right now? Are you going to kill me at the first order? Do you think I'm going to turn over my hole cards without being prepared?

As long as I don't show up for a day, those pants will be on Mr. Bush's desk. Oh, and a photocopy of the diary and a record of what you and Mr. President have been doing for the past two days. You're not going to be angry, are you?"

"You, shameless!"

"Mr. Secretary, don't you think it's a big joke to say this from the lips of you and that honorable Mr. President?" said Wu Da, "I'm just a business, and I want to do business well. Why, do you persecute again and again?"

"That's because it's ...... security"

If your bandit logic does not change, your country will never be safe!"