Chapter 795: Good Jump

Tearing up the family portrait in front of everyone, Albert really did it?! Doing so is likely to cause public disgust and drop support, and no candidate would dare to tear up a family portrait in front of everyone, unless it is an alternative candidate, and there has never been a normal and virtuous candidate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

But Albert just did it, tearing up the picture in front of everyone, in front of at least eight cameras. The media reporters didn't dare to catch the breath, and today's work tasks could be exceeded.

Albert didn't tear it casually, it should be said that it was more accurate to tear the buckle, only the head of Catherine was torn off, he and the child were there, and the family portrait was gone.

Albert threw Catherine's portrait on the ground, holding the rest to everyone, and the flash flashed non-stop for a while, which was definitely good news on the front page, and the headline may have been written in the minds of these newspaper reporters who took pictures, "Suspected of being murdered by his wife many times, and the state senatorial candidates tearing up family photos", if it is more ruthless and exaggerated, it is "Black Widow's treacherous plan has failed repeatedly, and the prospective congressman has expressed his anger and statement".

"From today onwards, if the child has a mother, it will be a good and conscientious mother, and from now on, they will only have a father who loves them, and hopes that the media will show mercy and let them grow up healthily without a shadow." Their mother just chose the wrong way, but hope still loves them. In the future, I will be very tired and tired, and I will try my best to become a superhuman father in the hearts of the children and a good councilor for the public. Thank you! ā€

After saying that, he went inside and stuffed the photo back into his wallet. No matter how much the reporter asked, he never replied.

If it was said that the last time it was to play the warm and romantic family card, this time it is undoubtedly broken, cut off the tumor, and have an iron-fisted style. But there is no lack of responsibility to the family, love for children, and commitment to the people. Maybe the effect is not worse than the previous time, when you endure it, you can endure it, and you can't bear it. If you don't even care about children and old love, then you don't want such a woman.

At the charity gala, these people are still dancing and chatting with various alcoholic beverages.

It's time for the designated dance partner to raise money again... "Ten thousand, twenty thousand... Albert's price is still rising.

"170,000, 180,000... Even the man looked sideways at Albert, who had regained his composure with his glass. All the lights on the field seemed to focus on him like people's eyes.

"Two hundred thousand, two hundred thousand!" Finally reached 200,000, the host raised the prop hammer in his hand and shouted: "200,000 once... ā€

Cheng Qianxun raised his hand mischievously: "Two hundred and one thousand!" ā€

The host's hand immediately pointed at her, and she shouted excitedly: "Okay, this lady is out of 210,000!" ā€

The rich woman looked at her with jealousy and resentment, but she pretended to be arrogant, as if she was a rich tyrant in the East, not a rich tyrant in her pocket.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!" The rich woman raised her hand again.

She deliberately raised her hand with money on her face and nowhere to spend: "Two hundred and thirty thousand!" ā€

"Oh~" There was another uproar at the scene, 230,000, and it is said that the former Miss World was only 200,000.

The rich woman was entangled, but she had a confident and somewhat rampant expression on her face, and she didn't even look at the rich woman.

The rich woman raised her hand again in anger: "Two hundred and forty thousand! ā€

Okay, after one or two, but not three, just take it when you see it. She rolled her eyes, looked helpless, and spread her hands to the rich woman, Okay, you win.

"Twenty-four thousand first, twenty-four thousand second, twenty, twenty-four thousand... The third time, the deal! The host immediately dropped the hammer, and the voice of shouting at the rich woman could no longer be heard, and there was applause and whistles all around.

Albert raised an eyebrow at her, and finally walked over to the rich woman with some smiles, and extended his hand to the rich woman like a gentleman. When the music sounded, he danced with the rich woman in his arms.

She didn't want to see the world of drunkenness, but she had already seen them dancing once. Others also started walking onto the dance floor in pairs and started dancing.

She turned around and winked at Snead beside her, "Sir, you're so handsome, can you ask me to do a dance?" But I don't have money in my pocket. ā€

Snead burst out laughing, reached out, held her hand, stepped onto the dance floor, wrapped one hand around her waist and held her hand with the other, and danced slowly.

"I didn't expect you to dance." Sneijder said with a smile.

That was the last time Albert taught her, and she smiled, "I still have a lot of things." ā€

"Hehe, so am I." Sneijder put his arm around her, spinning around the dance floor, feeling the romance of his first love again.

At the end of the song, Albert stopped and nodded to the rich woman. The rich woman was still unsatisfied, but Barron immediately stopped in the middle, and one of the bodyguards asked her to dance.

Albert quickly found her and walked straight over: "Oh, Cheng, I didn't expect you to dance." ā€

She laughed knowingly: "It seems that I am really a failure, as if nothing will be the same." ā€

"No, quite the opposite. You're the most capable woman I've ever met. Albert was not stingy with compliments, and when the music played, he held out his hand to Sneijder in front of her: "Can I ask you to do a dance?" ā€

It would be rude to refuse, and it would make Albert unable to get off the stage in front of everyone. Albert also asked Sneijder for advice: "Is that okay?" ā€

Sneijder was not a stingy man when it came to etiquette, and he said graciously, "Please." ā€

Well, she raised her hand to show her willingness to dance, and joked, "Then I've made 240,000 tonight." ā€

Albert finally got happy, put his arm around her waist, and began to dance. And Albert's female secretary also came up and took the initiative to invite Snead to dance.

Dancing is also a kind of communication, and Albert takes her to dance slowly on the dance floor, whispering: "You can learn so fast, you can dance so well in one time." ā€

Having long lived in Western culture, she has also learned to answer ridicule with jokes: "That's nature, it's easier to dance than to kill." ā€

Albert was happy again, and suddenly the music changed, and at times like this could be counted as the end of a song. She wanted to let go, but Albert didn't let go.

"Waltz." Albert reminded, "Now I'm going to take a big spin, I hope you don't get dizzy." ā€

"I'm going to get dizzy, hey, slow down, be careful I can't keep up." It was too late, Albert had already taken her into a sharp circle.

When Strauss's waltz was over, she was really a little dizzy, and God knows how many times she spun around the dance floor, even if Albert took good care of her, otherwise with his long legs, she wouldn't have been able to keep up with a single stride.

"Thanks, you danced so well." Albert applauded with others, which was a form of etiquette, an appreciation for the other person.

She also applauded, and her upper body was still swaying slightly: "Thank you, I'm so dizzy." ā€

"Mr. Albert, can you dance with me?" Immediately, another woman came up and took the initiative to dance.

"Okay, it's an honor to dance with such a beautiful young lady." Albert nodded to her as a greeting and began the next dance with the woman.

Albert still danced one song after another at this ball, and as long as someone came to invite him, he still did not refuse.

"This is my business card... Here's my calling card, Mr. Albert... Several women rushed to hand over their business cards.

"Thank you, I hope we have a chance to cooperate." Albert took it all and took it with both hands very politely. After a pleasant exchange, he took his business card and left.

"Mr. Albert..." There are women who still want to keep him for a while longer.

"Ladies, ladies, Mr. Albert has a lot of activity tomorrow and he needs to rest." Barron said politely, and blocked them.

Finally getting rid of everything, Albert got on the elevator and waved goodbye. When the elevator door closed, he said to the secretary who followed behind him, "Tomorrow's arrangement." ā€

So the secretary began to read the schedule for tomorrow quickly, and finally said that the live debate will be held at eight o'clock tomorrow: "The other party of the debate has been replaced by a famous program, which is a talk show, do you need to cancel the host?" ā€

"No!" The elevator opened and Albert walked out.

The secretary followed alongside: "This host is said to be very sharp, and there is really no need to cancel it?" ā€

"No!" Albert repeated it again, and when he finally reached the door, he stopped, turned to all the people who followed: "Thank you for your efforts, today is a smooth day, thank you for your efforts, I promise that victory will be for you in the future." Go back and rest now, and see you tomorrow. ā€

Some of the words were said again and again, and everyone clapped their hands to express their affirmation of Albert, although tired, but full of hope. After Albert raised his hand, they said goodnight and turned to leave.

Cheng Qianxun and his teammates were just about to leave when they were stopped by Albert. Albert opened the door: "Come in, all of you." ā€

Walking in with him, Albert walked straight to the couch, sat down, leaned back against the soft backrest, and closed his eyes. Needless to say, she closed the door with great skill. This time it wasn't just her who came in, but her teammates came in too.

"Oops, I'm tired!" As soon as Legel entered, he lay down on the bed: "Two feet are like fire, can you slipper?" ā€

"Whatever." Albert was weak, and he was visibly exhausted.

"Of course you're tired, and you dance no less than anyone else, as if you make money when you dance." Gordon joked innoccupiantly.

She walked into the bathroom, took a towel, wrung it wet with warm water, and went out to give it to her teammates one by one: "Give, give!" ā€

He walked over and handed it to Albert: "You can wipe your face too." ā€

She helped wipe it last time, and Albert knew that he couldn't let her do it this time, so he slowly reached out and took the towel and wiped it on his face. (To be continued.) )