"It seems...I have finished my work today?" After signing the last document, Mr. President screwed up the pen and placed it on the table.

He turned his head to look at his adjutant, who nodded, "Yes, Mr. President, today's work is over."

Mr. President asked again, "Then I don't have any other entertainment tonight, am I?"

"No, you can arrange the remaining time!"

Mr. President has a lot of smiles on his face. When he was Vice President, he felt very bored because he could not interfere in anything.

The nominal federal system is that three parties send candidates to participate in the election, which can be abandoned or there can be multiple candidates.

In the end, the person who wins the election is the President of the Federation, and the first candidate from the different party in the ranking order is the Vice President.

The job of the vice president is to supervise some executive orders of the president and provide some reference opinions for some policies. In short, judging from its written description, it is an important job.

But it's not actually!

It is just a display, a position established to prove that "the Federation is a fair, just and free country", as long as normal people think about it, they will understand.

Arrange a deputy to supervise his boss?

How can there be such nonsense?

So Mr. President at the time was very boring. He always felt that if he became Mr. President, he would do a very good job.

When he really became Mr. President, the situation became...somewhat less beautiful.

The busy work makes him have few opportunities to arrange his own time. He is constantly working every day, constantly meeting various people, and presiding over different meetings in each room!

Fortunately, he has some time of his own tonight.

"Make arrangements, I need to relax, don't disturb too many people, and send me back to the manor..."

Soon, Mr. President’s motorcade left the presidential palace. Some reporters took these photos, but they were of no value or meaning.

Today's weather is good, there is a lot of traffic on the street, and there is a traffic jam when going out of the city.

While sitting in the car, Mr. President suddenly asked the adjutant a question he hadn’t thought of, “I heard that in Nagalil earlier, government officials and aristocrats were traveling. The police would use batons to drive away civilians who blocked the road. ?"

This question is very abrupt. It may be that they are stuck in a traffic jam.

But for the adjutant, whether it was intentional or unintentional, he had to answer seriously.

"Yes, Mr. President, Nagalil is not as developed as the Federation."

"The streets are almost full of pedestrians, and only the ruling and privileged classes in the area can afford cars and use them."

"When they travel, they are facing the pedestrians in the street. If there is no one to maintain traffic order, the speed of the car will be slower than that of walking!"

He used "maintaining traffic order" to cover up the brutality of the local ruling class, which is a relatively common and appropriate affix.

On external issues, the Federation always holds the attitude of "I don't want to offend people," even Nagalil.

The adjutant’s attitude was very cautious, and he later added, “This method is very brutal and rude, and the situation there is much better now.”

"As far as I know, people and cars have been diverted, and there will be no such brutal behavior."

Mr. President nodded, "This is our role to help them go from barbarism to civilization..."

While talking, the car moved again, and Mr. President closed his mouth, not interested in saying anything.

After seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to the manor, and Chrissy came early.

For the dinner she and Mr. President had together, for various reasons, everything that happened here would not be revealed to the outside, and it was rotten in the hearts of many people.

"You don't seem to be in high mood, is there something?" Mr. President manipulated the knife and fork very gracefully. "If you have other things, we can put the date on the next time."

Chris came back to her senses, first at a loss, then shook her head, "No, nothing, I'm thinking about something."

Mr. President did not question, and the two enjoyed a simple but luxurious dinner in peace.

After eating, Mr. President changed a suit of clothes suitable for exercise. It was very loose. He was very old and not suitable for the kind of exercise clothes that tightly bound his body. Chrissy also changed into a set of exercise clothes. Common in those gyms.

When Mr. President saw her in the underground bowling room, his eyes lit up.

A certain kind of human behavior expert in the Federation once said that everyone has different sexual addictions, and most people's special sexual addictions are often related to their hobbies, occupations, and the things they most often touch.

Mr. President doesn't have many hobbies. He doesn't like golf. That kind of sport is a little high-profile.

Thousands of tens of thousands of clubs will keep him away from the people. He is a low-key person, and his family has always been a low-key family.

What could be cheaper and closer to the people than a bowling ball that can be happy for a period of time for a few dollars?

He also knew from the beginning that Chris was approaching him for a reason, but he felt that... he was not so easy to be shaken, but there were always exceptions, and there were always things that could not be rejected, such as touching him. Hobby.

There are only two people in the quiet underground sports space. Mr. President is a very gentleman, "Lady, please..."

Kris picked up a ball calmly, and then threw it...

Bowling is actually a sport that requires skill and physical strength. Some people may think that it is not fast-paced and does not require physical strength. This idea itself is wrong.

The two threw alternately. Mr. President liked the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one ball. He would have a sense of satisfaction watching those bottles fall to the ground.

This kind of satisfaction is stronger than the satisfaction he got by signing those documents, because he can control these by himself. From picking up the ball to throwing it, he can clearly "see" his own results.

Those files won't work.

Although he is also required to do the final signature confirmation, most of the time he has no understanding of what is behind the documents, which makes him a little uneasy.

When a person is old, a sense of security is especially important. He can easily get immersed in this movement.

until……

"I'm a little hot." Chrissy said, taking off her top, but still wearing shorts and stockings, she continued to exercise as if she hadn't done anything.

Her attraction to Mr. President gradually became higher than the attraction of bowling itself to Mr. President...

Exercise is always hot and tired.

If you are tired, you must rest.

During the half-time break, Mr. President was lying on the recliner. He stroked Chris' hair and squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy it very much.

"What do you want to tell me during dinner, what is it?"

Chrissy raised her head to look at him hesitatingly, which made Mr. President feel an inexplicable guilt, but he likes this guilt.

"My husband has some trouble..."

He lowered his head and looked at Chrissy, "What is the trouble with your husband?"

She didn't answer immediately, and after a while, she whispered, "The Ministry of Justice intends to replace him."

Mr. President looked surprised and asked, "Did he do something wrong?"

For example, people who can get close to Mr. President, regardless of age or sex, will be investigated by the Security Council and other security departments to determine that they will not pose a danger to Mr. President before they can be brought into close contact.

So Mr. President is very clear about Kris's family situation and how she helped her husband become a state justice.

In fact, Mr. President doesn't really care about some of the relationships between himself and this woman.

The other party happened to find his special sexual addiction and satisfied some of his thoughts. This is essentially a transaction, and he can also give some feedback appropriately.

Chrissy nodded, "Some people think that the result of his trial is controversial, and... just two or three cases, maybe because he is a member of the Conservative Party, so..."

Mr. President's hand lightly pressed her head, making it impossible for her to say anything behind her.

"You can do anything in the Federation, but you can't proactively provoke antagonistic relations between parties. You will offend many people!"

"He is a member of the Conservative Party. I am not very good at directly intervening in these matters, but if he doesn't mind, he can work in the Ministry of Justice."

"When there is a chance, maybe he might be transferred to an important post..."

He took a deep breath at this moment, and some blood vessels bulged up on the back of his hand, as if there was a burst of emotion, and he soon calmed down.

Then he took Kris's hand ~lightnovelpub.net~ and walked to the side of the fairway, "Come on, let's continue to finish the unfinished game!"

In the morning of the next day, Lynch took the initiative to visit Mr. Truman.

Recently, because of Gefra's intervention, the tripartite talks went smoothly.

The Gevlars are willing to suffer a little loss and to quell the spread of the war between the Federation and Penzio, which gives both sides enough dignity and steps.

Originally, they wouldn't be able to fight, but there are still benefits now. Why don't they negotiate?

Mr. Truman was actually quite busy as the main person in charge of these tasks. He took a dozen minutes to meet with Lynch.

As soon as they met, Lynch said some of the materials in his hands.

"Chrissy's husband may be removed by the Ministry of Justice. She is a very capable woman. Mr. President is one of his choices."

In one sentence, these relationships and reasons were clarified. Mr. Truman frowned, "What do you think?"

He instinctively wants to help the president clean up this line. Once this kind of thing is exposed, it will be a big trouble.

And he was also curious about how this woman impressed Mr. President. To know that Mr. President is already 60 or 70 years old, it is not easy to impress a man of this age lustfully.

But he still asked Lynch, Lynch can always come out in a different way, he just asked subconsciously.

Lin Qi really gave him an answer he couldn't think of!

"We should not interfere, and we should help the president do the aftermath..."

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