On this day, until late, the two still couldn't come up with a reason.

The press law was used by Brooklyn, and there was no way Winston could ask Brooklyn to make way for himself. He was a pure politician, but he couldn't do that to a friend like Brooklyn, who had his life entrusted.

Not to mention that from a purely politician's point of view, this is not a good choice.

Compared with Brooklyn, a dominant stock with unlimited potential, the education reform law is a little underwhelming.

A solid political ally is a treasure rarer than the rarest material, and many politicians never encounter it once in their lifetime.

For the sake of an education reform law, it is not a choice that a qualified politician can make to abandon such a valuable asset that can be found but not sought.

Brooklyn should not be forced to abandon the use of press law fishing.

It was getting late, and the conversation between the two seriously exceeded expectations, and both of them had to adjust their respective schedules backwards, but they had not yet been able to come up with a mature solution.

Brooklyn spread his hands and prepared to take his leave.

"Don't rush for now, let's put it away through other methods first."

Brooklyn said.

The purpose of using the press method is to put the reins on the media and control the propaganda position, which is the quickest, most efficient, and most indisputable method, and is not the only solution.

Winston nodded, and only remembered to ask about Jerry when he was leaving.

He used to meet Jerry every once in a while, or have dinner together, or chat, stay together for a night, or something. Later, he couldn't even come back to New York when he was busy, so naturally he couldn't see each other every once in a while.

Although they still keep in touch, they don't know much after all.

Brooklyn still pays more attention to Jerry, not only because of Jerry himself, but also because he is a child of Winston.

At the beginning, Winston sent Jerry to Brooklyn to clean up his ex-wife, but when the ex-wife was settled, he found out that Jerry had done a good job, so he did not interfere.

At that time, he and Brooklyn were already friends with life, and Jerry was under Brooklyn's nose, and he was relieved.

Brooklyn mentioned Jerry's condition, and the evaluation was objective and not polite.

"Jerry's performance is very good, relying on your relationship with me, I can at least join the Circuit Court of Appeals in the future."

Brooklyn commented

"But I would prefer him to be a real judge."

"He's just a clerk now, and his previous knowledge is enough for his current work, but if he goes any further, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult."

Jerry's grades are not bad, but it can be seen from his performance as a "lawyer" that he actually has no talent in the field.

"Jerry doesn't really have a talent for that. It may take more effort to realise the potential."

Brooklyn pointed at herself.

"Even if it's me, it's actually a lot of paying."

To this day, Brooklyn's talent for essential work is evident to all, and he has completely unleashed the full possibilities of this position with judges as his foundation. What he has achieved now is almost the ceiling of his current position.

This is all spelled out by him "with a knife and a gun".

"He loves his job."

Winston said.

Brooklyn was silent.

Jerry's career plan is not Jerry's own business, but the Winston family's business. It's not as simple as he can do whatever he wants.

Winston was also silent, apparently in thought.

In the end, he didn't make up his mind either.

It's not that he didn't make up his mind, but he wasn't sure to convince Jerry to follow his plan.

His relationship with Jerry has finally eased up a bit, returning to a normal father-son relationship, and Winston is almost 100% sure that once he asks Jerry to resign and follow his plan, their relationship will immediately return to the way it used to be.

What's worse is that Jerry had a "I'd rather die."

Not from".

Even if Winston uses his connections and adopts strong measures, there is a high probability that he will not be able to force Jerry to obey.

- Jerry has had the experience of "running away from home". He really didn't care what convenience Winston, the governor's father, could bring to him.

With what Winston knew about Jerry, Jerry clearly preferred to rely on himself rather than on him, the governor's father.

Brooklyn watched as Winston's face changed, and after listening to Winston's concerns, he spread his hands.

"You kind of scared me a little bit when you said that. I'm going to start thinking about not having children."

"Don't want children? You're going to regret that decision." Winston pointed to Brooklyn and smiled.

"How do you know I'm going to regret it?"

Winston shook his head and didn't speak.

Brooklyn thought about it and suddenly noticed an interesting phenomenon.

In federal politics, it is common for couples to have children, and it is as common for couples to have children as they do to have children.

That's where it gets interesting.

He easily understands the thinking of politicians like Winston and Mark Meaille who think about future generations — and Brooklyn itself thinks similarly.

But what do other politicians who don't want children think?

Brooklyn is a bit of a puzzle to understand.

He told Winston about it, and in exchange for a merciless laugh at Winston.

"There's a deep meaning there, it's just that some people don't want children."

"Of course, some people are physically limited and want to come but don't come."

As society develops to the present, the heir is no longer a matter that a politician must consider.

That's why Mark Milley is a typical old-school politician.

………………

Back home, Anne hadn't come back yet.

Brooklyn looked out the dark window, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen to start making dinner.

By the time the two meats, two vegetarian take-out and one soup were all ready, Anne hadn't come back yet.

Brooklyn was a little worried. Dial Anne's number, but no one answers.

"Harrison!"

Brooklyn suddenly got up from his chair, grabbed his coat, and walked out of the room shouting Harrison's name.

"Go to NYPD headquarters."

As soon as he got in the car, Brooklyn changed his tune again.

"No, go to the Anne-Brooklyn Law Firm first."

Harrison didn't say much, and obediently drove the car and drove Brooklyn towards the law firm.

On the way, Brooklyn called Anne three times in succession, and all of them were transferred to the voice mail box.

Just as Brooklyn was about to call David, Anne suddenly called back.

Brooklyn hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Where are you?"

"On the way home." Annie's voice sounded unusual, "I'm at the door now, I don't have a key, I can't get in. Where are you?"

"Buy wine." Brooklyn lied, "I'll be back right now."

After saying that, without Brooklyn's orders, Harrison had already turned the car around and drove back the same way.

He even stopped by a supermarket to buy a bottle of wine at a reasonable price.

Returning home, Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief to see Anne sitting in the car looking through papers.

He approached the door and knocked on the window.

Anne seemed to be too focused on her work, and was taken aback, and when she saw that it was Brooklyn, she stuffed the papers in her hand into her bag, opened the car door and carried the bag down.

"Don't you have it at home?"

Anne asked suspiciously, glancing at the red wine in Brooklyn's hand, and seeing that it was not a special brand.

"Suddenly want to try this—well, horse head? That's right, Matou brand, suddenly I want to try Matou brand wine and taste how it tastes. I've heard people in the courthouse say it tastes good."

Brooklyn lifted the bottle and looked at it, then said.

The acting is somewhat clumsy.

Anne didn't break it down, and walked into the room with Brooklyn's arm around her.

"How's it going?"

Brooklyn asked.

"Luckily, there are so many people coming to us that we can't keep it busy."

Anne put her bag on the couch, took off her coat and went into the kitchen, washed her hands, and before she could dry it, she eagerly pinched a sweet and sour lint and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm~~"

Anne took two bites, put her fingers stained with the sauce in her mouth, and sucked the sauce off the top, making a sound of satisfaction.

"It's delicious! I can't wait to eat more!"

Brooklyn had just found a corkscrew, dealing with the cork for his favorite horsehead wine. Hearing this, he shouted at Anne in the kitchen, "Then eat more."

"The rice is in the rice cooker, you can choose a big bowl to serve it, so you don't have to run back and forth all the time."

Anne came out with the food and went into the kitchen again, really looking for the big bowl.

Brooklyn finally uncorked the wine, sniffed it, and felt that the quality was very average. He secretly complained about Harrison's bad luck, and only poured two mouthfuls for himself and Anne.

Putting down the bottle, he glanced back at the file bag on the couch.

The package was unsealed, and half of the document was slipped.

Brooklyn stopped at his feet and remembered Anne's odd move.

"Brooklyn." Anne's shout from the kitchen said, "Serve this soup, it's too full."

Brooklyn withdrew his gaze and agreed to enter the kitchen.

Picking up the soup, as soon as he turned around, he almost collided with Annie.

Anne subconsciously clutched her stomach and took two steps back, her face turning white with fright.

Brooklyn hurriedly put down the soup and gently stroked Anne's back.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with it?"

Anne shook her head, "It's okay, I'm okay."

At the dinner table, Brooklyn and Anne were having dinner.

The red wine was served in a glass, but no one took a sip. Obviously, the atmosphere has been good, but no one has opened their mouths to break the silence.

In fact, the atmosphere at the table has begun to get weird.

"I asked Winston."

Brooklyn said as he poured himself a second night's rice and stared at the fork in Anne's hand.

"He told me that the law firm had nothing to do with me."

Anne kept in her hand, wrapped the sweet and sour ridge with the fried greens, put it in her mouth along with a spoonful of rice, chewed and swallowed, and then took a sip of the soup, and said

"Can we let this pass?"

Brooklyn nodded.

There was silence at the table again, save for the sound of chewing and forks clashing.

Brooklyn began to eat the third bowl of rice.

He stood beside the chair, glanced back at the sofa, sat down and put down the fast son, and said solemnly

"Annie, we need to talk."

Anne stopped in the air with the fork of the meat strip, then returned to the bowl and slowly fiddled with it, wrapping the meat strip in the greens.

"What are you talking about?"

"Our relationship." Brooklyn said, "Anne, you accepted my proposal, and we're even about to get married."

"Do you regret it?"

Anne lowered her head and shook her head.

"In that case, we have to settle the problem between us."

"Since yesterday, we had our first real quarrel. Our old methods didn't work."

Brooklyn said, and Anne remained silent, forking the strips of meat wrapped in greens with a fork.

"And you haven't answered my phone tonight." Brooklyn said: "That worries me. I thought something had happened to you."

"What did you look at in the car when I came back? I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with the law firm."

When Brooklyn rings

When the car window is in the car, Anne has a subconscious hidden action after seeing Brooklyn. She stuffed the papers into her bag first and then got out of the car.

These Brooklyn have noticed.

He felt that his tone was not quite right, a bit like he was interrogating a prisoner.

But thinking that this would help solve the problem between the two, he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What's in that document?"

Anne looked up, glanced at Brooklyn, and bowed her head in silence.

Brooklyn was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for Anne's answer.

If Anne answers him, or shows him, or gives him enough reasons why he can't read it, then the problem is solved.

If Anne had deliberately avoided it, Brooklyn would have been disappointed.

Although his union with Anne has political significance, he actually likes Anne very much and is very satisfied.

Brooklyn has adjudicated a lot of husband and wife cases, until it is not easy to find a wife like Anne.

Time passes slowly in the tick.

Anne remained silent, seemingly intending to use her silence against Brooklyn.

Just when Brooklyn's heart was sinking, and even began to be disappointed, and began to produce an emotion mixed with grievance and anger, Anne put down the fork, got up and picked up the bag on the sofa, took out a somewhat crumpled document from it, and handed it to Brooklyn.

The first thing that catches your eye is three pictures, which seem to be graffiti at random.

Brooklyn combined the words above to confirm that these three pictures were uterine ultrasound images.

He looked up at Anne blankly.

Anne looked complicated and pointed to the picture.

"I'm pregnant."

Anne said.

Brooklyn's ear is the first to pick up the pronunciation of two words, which is then transmitted to the brain for analysis.

Brooklyn's brain strikes.

He looked up blankly and looked at Anne.

His brain couldn't handle anything for a while, he couldn't understand what it meant to be "I'm pregnant."

Finally, after some time, Brooklyn came to his senses and his brain was working again. His lips trembled with excitement.

He tried to hug Anne, but his arms stopped when he was about to touch Anne's body.

He looked hesitantly at Anne's abdomen. I am afraid that if I exert less force, I will let this new life die.

"I'm going to kill him."