I ran for president with scumbag money

Binny opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him.

At this moment, he was lying on the cold muddy ground with burning pain in the corners of his mouth and nose. He retracted his stiff and numb legs and sat up slowly, his right hand was tied by an iron chain.

The nasal cavity is sticky, probably covered in blood.

He raised his left hand and touched all over his clothes, only to realize that he didn't have a handkerchief. He hesitated for a moment, and rubbed his nose with his left wrist, feeling a layer of wet blood sticking to his skin.

After finishing this somewhat rough movement, he rubbed his hands on his clothes.

Halfway through, he was beaten until he lost consciousness. I don't know what happened next, but it seems that they didn't kill him, they just kept him here.

"Go out."

Thinking this way, he grabbed his right hand, and the iron chain made a "swiping" sound, which was very strong.

Binny let out a slow breath, then shivered.

It was cold and humid here, and the harsh environment was taking away a lot of his body temperature.

Cheng Xing's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could tell where the door was and the wall was.

"Mr. Erwin..." A thin voice came from outside the door, it was Roy.

"How are you?" Binny asked.

"I'm fine." The young man replied, guiltily, "What about you?"

"I'm fine." Binny raised his hand and wiped another layer of blood from his nasal cavity.

His voice was too calm, Roy breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, I've been very worried, they said you must be dead..."

There was a rustling sound outside, and Roy sat down by the door, and he said dejectedly, "I'm sorry."

"It's all right. Do you have any paper with you?"

Roy didn't expect to be asked such a question, so he paused and replied, "No, shall I get some?"

"Forget it. What's the matter?" Binny asked.

Roy was silent for a long time, twisted his nose, and said: "The mine collapsed, and my brother and the people in that class... were buried underneath."

Binny offered no comfort.

Roy didn't want to wait for comfort, he clenched his fists, tears welled up in his eyes, buried his head between his knees, and bit his lips to bleed.

Then he said dryly: "There is still a chance to save people... Yes, if there is a fault below the mine, if my brother... is not crushed, he must still be alive below... But the supervisor said that my brother is dead - they just don't want to save him!"

Crazy too.

There has been trouble.

Many people in this world think that when they are in pain, they will wail loudly, and they will cry until they faint. However, when people in grief have nowhere to turn for help, what else can they do?

He can only bear this heavy mental burden silently in his heart.

Roy can only face the present ending:

It is unknown whether his elder brother lived or died underground, and he was far away in another mine, unable to rush there.

Binny raised his hand, wiped off the blood, and said steadily: "Not necessarily, people can live for many days in danger. I read a book before that some people survived underground for seventeen days during an earthquake, and persisted. When the rescue team dug him out...the accident happened in the mine shaft today, right? Let's find a way to get out of here and find out the accident in the mine shaft."

"We have to get out of here," he said, wiping the blood from the wound again.

He has been afraid to sniff his nose for fear of sucking back the blood and soot.

Roy let go of his teeth and asked with a choked voice, "Do you think my brother is still alive?"

"I don't know," Binny said, "but if it were me, I'd believe he's alive, and I'd do anything to get to him if I saw he was alive."

Tears welled up again, and Roy growled like a wounded beast, biting his hand with trembling teeth: "Why is it always like this...I don't want to live like this anymore!..."

"Listen to me, are you locked up too?" Binny asked without changing his voice.

"No..." Roy replied.

"The signal here can't go out, so I have to find a way to go outside. I buried my phone outside," Binny asked, "If I say the location, can you remember it?"

"...Yes." Roy wiped away tears.

"Okay," Binny said in a more relaxed tone, "it looks like we're halfway there."

"We're halfway there by making an appointment with Ms. White," Edith said to Leon.

Leon responded uneasily.

Seeing this, Edith asked with some doubts: "Leon, are you okay? I always feel that you are restless?"

"I don't know what's going on," Leon wondered, "irritated for no reason."

"Don't worry," Edith reassured him, "Jessica will follow through, and we'll know the result soon."

They were sitting in the private room of the campus cafe. Oscar had been furious and was sent downstairs by Edith to order. Jessica had already called to invite the "Mrs. White", but the other party did not show up for a long time.

Edith thought that Leon might be worried that she would change her mind halfway through.

"It's not for this reason," Leon couldn't say well, he changed the subject, "Your mental state does look much better than before."

Edith heard the words, smiled and said, "Yes, I died once, and it's a refreshment."

Leon was very puzzled. In the past, every word and action of Edith revealed slowness and fatigue, which was very different from the current state.

After thinking about it, he thought it was the reason why Edith left the Hawke's house.

Being imprisoned all the time, staying with that idiot Nathan Hawke, even the living should be imprisoned into a log.

Thinking of this, he said sincerely, "It's pretty good."

Edith really didn't want to discuss herself, in other words: "Mrs. White has never had children after she got married. In order to make up for the regrets of herself and her husband, she is very obsessed with 'children'."

"Um……"

Edith doesn't have God's perspective, so she can't see the truth behind it, but after all, Leon has listened to White Flower's love story twice, and feels very complicated at this moment:

Wasn't this womb taken out by her husband Tex himself?

What do you want to do if you want a child instead of looking for a husband and running to torment the majority of girls?

When he was in a complicated mood, the door opened.

Barr hid downstairs, watching the waiter push open the door from a distance, sweating in his hands.

He had never killed anyone with his own hands, he had only imagined it, but he had never actually done it.

He followed Leon, sneaked into this coffee shop, and after a long deliberation, decided to poison Leon.

This is perhaps the safest way for a first-timer to take someone's life.

Barr first found the waiter, a part-time girl, and gave her 200 yuan: "Today is my friend's birthday, I want to give him a surprise, can I borrow a special cup of coffee from the bar, and you can give it to him for me? "

The girl looked at the money hesitantly: "But this violates the regulations..."

Barr smiled, added 1000 yuan, and continued: "Just borrow it and make a cup of coffee."

After soft grinding and hard soaking, it can be regarded as a solution to the little waiter.

He watched the girl walk in with the "special coffee" and nodded in satisfaction.

The cup had already been poisoned, and he believed that as long as Leon took a sip, he would not be able to escape the murderous hand of Death.

After a while, the girl came out with a coffee cup. Barr calmed down and greeted her with a smile: "Did he..."

His voice stopped after seeing a full cup of coffee, and he said angrily, "Why didn't he drink it?"

The girl was taken aback, and whispered: "He said he doesn't like coffee, but wants to drink Coke, and he wants four cups."

Hey!

Barr never expected Leon to be so picky, this is the top 83 Blue Mountain coffee!very expensive!

"Give him a Coke." Barr took out his wallet again.

When the girl poured out the Coke, Barr said suddenly, "Can you see what's over there by the window?"

After the girl's attention was diverted, Barr poured something into each of the four Coke cups. When the girl's gaze shifted back, he had already put away the test tubes and smiled calmly: "Then please. This cup of coffee , give it to me."

The girl carried four glasses of Coke on a tray and re-entered the private room.

Barr poured the coffee into a flowerpot beside him, and the green plants in the flowerpot shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He thought triumphantly: This time it must be done.

The girl came back, and this time all the Coke glasses were still full.

"What's the matter?" Barr asked anxiously.

"Well, the lady in the room said that she wants to lose weight and can't drink Coke. So the gentleman said regretfully, forget it, let's change to lemonade."

"At least insist on taking a sip of the drink I ordered!" Barr flipped the table.

The waiter looked at him dumbfounded.

"Forget it, give him lemonade." Barr swallowed and took out his wallet.

"But we've run out of lemons..."

Barr took a deep breath and smiled, "Can I buy it?"

"We're out of lemons," the girl continued, "so I suggested they replace it with dragon fruit yogurt, and they agreed."

Barr raised his forehead: "Where is the dragon fruit? No, I want to hit it with my own hands, yes, with my own hands, thank you."

He grinds those dragon fruits vigorously, as if there is Leon's face on every piece of flesh, his ferocious grinding method just fulfills the poem:

"Little Leon Morton, I'm grinding your shroud, I'm grinding into the triple curse, I'm grinding!—I'm grinding!—"

Before the waiter came in, the rumored heroine, "White Flower", walked in gracefully.

She was beautiful, with brown curly hair, and a red dress set off her fine figure and delicate face.

She hung her handbag on the chair, frowned for some reason, opened the chair and sat down, crossed her hands on the table, and asked, "Which one is Mr. Morton?"

"I am." Leon hurriedly looked at Edith at the same time:

He really didn't know what to talk to this lady about!

Talk about "Hello, how's your husband doing"?

Sorry, can't ask.

He didn't say anything, White Flower shifted his gaze to Edith, nodded and said, "Edith...are you that film king?"

"Yes, nice to meet you," Edith said.

"Meet me somewhere else, and I'll ask you for an autograph." White Flower said with a smile.

"My pleasure." Edith will.

White Hua curled her lips and said sweetly, "It's just that I don't think you have any gentlemanly demeanor."

"Ok?"

"Is there any gentleman who doesn't help a lady pull a chair?" She gestured to herself to sit down, and said mischievously, "The two gentlemen are suspected of straight male cancer."

It was the first time in Leon's life that he was given this title, and he didn't even know whether he should bow or not.

The waiter opened the door and brought a cup of coffee to break the awkward situation. She put the cup directly in front of Leon: "Hi sir, this is your coffee."

White Flower winked at Leon, as if to say: What do you think I said?

Leon suspects that in the near future, the title of "Straight Male Cancer" will be linked to him forever in White Flower's heart and become his first achievement.

However, he was the only one among the four to give him a cup of coffee, and he wondered if Oscar was trying to trick him on purpose.

Leon pushed the cup back and said, "I don't drink coffee, I want Coke, four cups, thank you."

The waiter was taken aback: "But..."

"Please." Leon insisted.

After the waiter exited and closed the door, Edith said calmly: "I thought the premise of straight man cancer must be 'straight man'."

White Flower's expression froze, and she laughed at herself: "No wonder you came to me, it turned out that it was for the children."

"Without children, the pressure will be greater." Edith said, "I think Mrs. White must understand our feelings."

"That's not it," Whiteflower said sadly, as if being opened up, "My husband has always liked children. We have been married for many years and have not had children. I have been asking myself, I can't even have children, how dare I get married? of?"

She looked at the two people in front of her, and immediately explained: "Before Tex and I got married, he also knew about my loss of fertility. Although he didn't say anything about it for so many years, every time he mentioned the topic of children, he I will lose my mind, and I feel very sorry for him..."

Leon was embarrassed to hear it: Although, but, wasn't your husband responsible for your loss of reproductive function?Find him!

The waiter entered the room again, interrupted them, and brought four Cokes.

White Flower sighed, stretched out a finger to Leon and shook it, and said, "Mr. Morton, this is the last time——before ordering next time, please ask the lady for her opinion."

She turned to the waiter and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in the period of losing weight and quitting sugar, so I can't drink Coke."

"Can……"

Leon felt that going on like this would inevitably lead to the suspicion of deliberately torturing the waitress girl, so he asked, "How about lemonade?"

"Lemonade is good." White Flower nodded and winked at him, "You passed."

But the waiter didn’t pass the test. She said apologetically, “I’m sorry, we don’t have lemons in the store. Would you like some recommended drinks, such as dragon fruit yogurt?”

Before White Flower could look over, Leon had already spread his hands and admitted his mistake: "Sorry, I should ask all the ladies present for their opinions."

"Dragon fruit yogurt is good," Edith said decisively, "That's all, four cups."

The waiter backed out again, giving them a space to chat.

The conversation with White Flower continued.

Listen, listen, Leon also roughly restored White Flower's current situation.

This book has become a world in motion, and in this case, like a fairy tale, it is definitely not right to throw out only "from now on the prince and princess live happily together".

Life is so long, maybe the prince will change his mind?Maybe the princess is bored?Maybe the witch will make a comeback again?

As a generation of "uncomfortable and uncomfortable", especially this couple's novels only write about the two getting married after "torture", but did not write about the resentment of their married life. Their lives have completely "flyed freely".

In a series of unclear but incomprehensible and unpredictable psychological changes in Stockholm, White Flower realized that "he loves me, and if I hadn't misunderstood him, these things would not have happened (my uterus will not be removed) , into the skill of "everything is my fault", in the guilt and self-blame, desperately want to give Tex a child.

Tex has comprehended the skill of "Yes, this is all your fault, take responsibility for me, woman"... well, judging from the relationship history of the two, this may not be comprehended by him, it is innate. .

"We believe that 'surrogacy' can solve this problem." White flower concluded.

Leon subconsciously wanted to drink some drinks to suppress his shock, he stretched out his hand to grab the empty space on the table, only to remember that the waiter hadn't brought the drinks yet.

I should have kept that Coke.

He couldn't help but think so.

"I probably understand, Mrs. White," Edith nodded intently, her hair gently shaking in his ear, "but I want to know more, can we have a chat with Mr. Tex?"

White Flower said disapprovingly: "What's the use of seeing him? He has given me full power to handle this matter and will not ask."

"Well, Ms. White," Edith sighed, bowed her head, and said bluntly, "So, I'm not the slightest interested in your 'surrogacy' plan, and I don't quite understand your current mood. I ask Jay Xika asked you out for only one purpose——

"We need to see Mr. Tex, and there is no other way but to find you."

Saying this sentence is like a huge ice cube appearing out of thin air.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Leon looked at White Flower's sudden expression, and braced himself to prepare for another "storm".

At the same time, the outdoor temperature is extremely hot, which can be called scorching sun.

Oscar walked under the scorching sun, and what's more, he was wearing a windbreaker.

He couldn't figure out how Edith and Leon could have chosen such a lousy café.

Mainly Leon, definitely Leon's fault.

Before being an errand boy and bringing the coffee upstairs, he ordered a cup of coffee to treat himself, but almost spit it out after taking a sip:

This coffee is definitely instant!

After a quick scan of the menu, he judged that only Coke was still available in this coffee shop.

So he returned it as a single order, and simply went to find another well-known chain cafe next door, secretly praying that it would be better than the previous one.

He didn't delay time on purpose, but if that Mrs. White had already left when he came back, it could only mean that Leon was out of luck and deserved it.Edith could not at all think that he was not cooperating.

But no matter what, it was too hot outside.

In the end, he had to go back to the cafe, to the private room they had agreed upon.

He hid the four sealed coffee cups bought from another store in the pocket of his windbreaker, and went back to the cafe majestically, when he saw the waiter standing outside the private room door: "What are you holding?"

"Dragon fruit yogurt." The waiter glanced at him, and he still had an impression of him, so he replied.

It must be Leon's idea.

"Childish." Oscar snorted and said disdainfully, "We don't need it."

"Can……"

"Take it away." Oscar took out a few banknotes from his pocket, folded them and handed them to her, "We just want a space to chat quietly, okay? No need to bring anything."

The waiter took the money hesitantly, for some reason, her eyes kept looking away.

Seeing this, Oscar lowered his rating of this cafe in his heart.

He skipped the waiter, opened the door, and heard White Flower inside being furious:

"You are using me!" she accused, "You are using me, this is very disrespectful, this..."

"Speak as if you never used anyone else!"

Before Oscar realized it, he had already said this sentence in the most mocking tone.

For an instant, he wanted to slap himself in the face.

When Hua Tehua heard his voice, her expression of turning around was full of astonishment and panic.

Oscar understood her mood at this moment, strangely, he just understood.

If possible, he didn't want to see her again.

He knew very well that no matter what Leon asked Whiteflower, even if she didn't agree, she would definitely change her mind now.

"Sorry," he walked over, pulled away the chair beside Edith, took out cups of sealed coffee from his pocket, and said expressionlessly, "I'm late, I hope I didn't miss any programs."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

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