The Prime Minister's Lady's Cigarette

When you read these things I wrote, that bastard has ended his life of wandering, and it must have been very painful and refreshing when he left.The old rascal had his fifth and last wife with him in his later years.My fifth wife, Claudia, was the family doctor of the Prime Minister's wife, which of course was a long time ago.Our kind Mrs. Claudia is willing to chat with the old rogue about the past, such as the Prime Minister Adenauer's family she once worked for.

Speaking of Mrs. Clodia, I can't help but think of Bancroft Cummings, the watchdog of the Adenauer family, the butler family inherited from generation to generation.Oh, Bancroft Cummings is such a nasty bug, gutter rubbish, who dares to covet my beautiful wild roses.Go, dog!If that piece of trash is still alive, your dear old Mr. Hooligans can't keep his fists safe.That old guy just went to see God a few years ago, and he really is the weirdest ugly old man, guarding the grave of the Prime Minister's family.To be honest, he can assist the next Prime Minister, after all, the Adenauer family is an old political family.Of course, your handsome old rascal has already guessed the sordid thoughts in the heart of that ugly bastard, who wants to guard the grave of my dear wild rose.

It's really a big joke. We all know that Bancroft Cummings is a humorous person. He knows that the prime minister's wife didn't even leave the body. Where did the cemetery come from? The high-temperature magnetic storm of 2000 degrees Celsius left no bones.He really has a sense of humor, I've known it for decades, when he sent me a newsletter, telling me my wild roses were dying where I couldn't see them, I laughed so much Loud, so harsh that I didn't even know that the tears were streaming down my face.

It has been five years since the prime minister got married, and as all federal citizens know, perhaps the biggest scandal in the federation that is now appearing in your textbooks, our Prime Minister Adenauer was kidnapped and his whereabouts are unknown, and our incompetent Bureau of Investigation, the group The guy who eats rice didn't investigate anything.

I was in my early twenties, a young adult if you go by the average age of a federal citizen.I don't care about politics, because the federal system does not care about the interests of civilians at all. The disappearance of a prime minister threatens the interests of interest groups.

But I will still pay attention to the latest news, not about the discovery of the wreckage of the private aircraft suspected of being the prime minister in the Atlantic or Pacific Ocean, but how the wife of the prime minister handles the mess.I still remember that when the Prime Minister’s wife was interviewed by NAC, she was a little thinner, her hair was still combed back, and his eyes were still so beautiful, not the deep double eyelids of Westerners, but the kind of handsome and elegant curvature, his eyes A little round, like a famous cat, but his eyes are relatively long and perfectly curved, so they don't look feminine and weak, but reveal the gentle feeling of ancient China. It was so cold and restrained again, with the arrogance of a superior and the elegance of a gentleman.

Your old rascal hasn't looked at the photo of the Prime Minister's wife for decades, but he still remembers it so clearly, as if it was yesterday, when I met him for the first time.

At that time, I was playing street basketball, which was a retro American style of street basketball, with some violence and a lot of conflicts.Of course, that's just the game of the poor poor.

I have found that expensive aircraft parked there for a while, and it is a lovely lady with good performance and design, although now I have collected more than ten such lovely ladies in my sky parking lot.But this one is perfect in my eyes, except of course for that nasty Bancroft Cummings in the car.

A few days later, I went up to take a good look at this expensive lady, even if I was beaten up by the rich man in the car.Then I was invited in out of nowhere, and just sat down, before I had time to appreciate it, Bancroft Cummings had a bad face. Disdain and disgust.Leaving aside the politeness of the opening remarks and the threats in the words, the summary can be summed up in one sentence: the wife of the Prime Minister wants to take care of you, whether you go or not, anyway, it is up to you whether you want to get on the aircraft or not.Well, I can't say such a thing for a traditional, well-mannered and well-mannered person like Bancroft Cummings, but that's probably what it means.

Before I even asked why, the aircraft had already arrived at the Prime Minister’s Office. Well, it’s the Prime Minister’s private residence. Just a joke. Senior officials and dignitaries come and go in the Prime Minister’s Office every day. trip.Charge: Suspected of murdering the Prime Minister.

Afterwards I was taken to shower and wash, and tasted the skills of the Prime Minister's head chef.It all made me feel excited and a little scared.When I lay in bed at night, I still felt like a dream.It was three days before I saw the Prime Minister's wife in person.

The author has something to say: Person pronouns can be a bit confusing.