look at other people's president

Caroline the gardener once again saw the pair walking hand in hand, the taller young man pulling his handsome companion down the buckeye-lined path with ease.Occasionally, a cheerful dog ran past them, and he was able to call out the dog's name in surprise.

If it weren't for the light-shielding goggles on his face, it would be hard to believe that he is a brain patient who has lost his vision.

Caroline thought he looked familiar, but who knows, Chinese people always look very similar.She recently followed a TV series in ancient Chinese costume on YouTube. The male protagonist has exactly the same sharp jaw angle as this sick boy.

He had dealt with Caroline, and once, when the elegant man walked away to make a phone call, the young man sat alone on a bench, carelessly brushing the surrounding grass with his hand, pinching a fruit of sorrel, Then gently crush it with your slender fingers.

Caroline couldn't help walking over and asked him, "Are you sad? My dear." The young man covered his eyes and replied with a smile, "Are you talking about my eyes, ma'am? I'm not sad. But, My heart is going to break for him." He looked far away in a direction Caroline knew who was standing where.

The man always has a good posture, and looks gentle and calm.Caroline grew up on the Mississippi River, and she fully understands that when you see the levee there, you don't know what the deep water is like.

Every time I saw the two of them, the sun seemed to shine on them all, but Caroline always felt that there was an unknown sadness that lingered in the undercurrent under the sun for a long time.

Today, an unexpected visitor appeared in the garden of Johns Hopkins Hospital. He has extremely arrogant blue hair, shining proudly in the sun.On the contrary, the owner of this head walked towards the garden sullenly, and when he saw the pair of men holding hands, he stopped moving.

The older man also stopped, and the patient pinched his hand suspiciously. He turned his head and said a few words to his lover tenderly, and the two of them walked slowly back to the ward hand in hand.

Caroline looked at the figure that was left in the garden, and felt that he was almost melting into the sunlight.

There are not many normal people in the Zhen family, or, to put it bluntly, none at all.

Dong Li couldn't understand Zhen Xingye's thinking very much. Most people would wish to get away from Dong Li as far as possible, lest he see that young face that looks like Zhen Chenyou, and he would be thousands of miles away out of venting his anger. Zhen Xingye's corpse was wiped out in a foreign country.

And when Dong Li sent Gu Anfeng back to his room and turned back, Zhen Xingye said hello: "The ratings of "Shuolinglue" broke 5, congratulations."

The ratings of "Shuo Linglue" reached a shocking 5.00%, which means that the names of Dong Li and Gu Anfeng may never be erased in the history of Chinese TV.But Dong Li even thought about what "Shuo Linglue" was before he realized that Zhen Xingye was still the president of Zhenghong, and he was about to be laughed out of anger.This child has the same blood as Zhen Chenyou in his bones, with a cold nature and a wolfish ambition.

"Do you still want to congratulate me, getting promoted, getting rich and dying wife, the three great blessings for middle-aged people?" He folded his hands and pulled out a sarcasm smile.

Zhen Xingye said to himself, "I haven't heard from Zhen Chenyou for a long time."

Dong Li said: "The detention center does not allow relatives to visit. If you want to see him, you still have six months to take the judicial examination. After you finish the examination and the legal qualification certificate is issued, you can find a law firm to be affiliated with. Well, I guess Zhen Chenyou The court case has not yet started, after all Zhen Changyu has handed in a lot of files, isn't it?"

Zhen Xingye was at a loss for a second, but he continued to ask: "What Zhen Changyu handed over to the procuratorate is only a part of the materials. My brother still has something to do, and it's only in your hands?"

Dong Li's expression froze, he glanced at him lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

Zhen Xingye took a step forward to pull Dong Li's wrist. Dong Li turned his head at that moment, grabbed Zhen Xingye's elbow with his backhand and pulled it forward. His face showed a fierceness that did not match his temperament.Zhen Xingye staggered from being dragged by him. Before he could react, his knee was kicked and he knelt on the ground in the next second, with his hands bound behind him.

Dong Liping is usually gentle and gentle, he doesn't seem to be good at using force.In fact, this is also the case. He is used to all problems in modern society can be solved in a civilized way.It just so happened that school shootings happened frequently in the United States during that time, Chu Feng frowned and said no, and invited a dashing female master from Chinatown to teach Dong Li self-defense.

Although the name of self-defense art sounds a bit useless, it is a serious fighting technique, because the group who chooses to practice this martial art basically has no advantage in strength, so it emphasizes reaction and explosive power. The opponent loses the ability to counterattack.In a round, there is no second move in the self-defense technique, it is an out-and-out fight to the death.

Dong Li practiced with the brown-skinned ABC for a week, and suddenly became suspicious of Chufeng. One day, when Chufeng came to pick him up on the way back to school, he was so tired that he lay on the back seat like a dead dog, and stretched out his hand to pat the driver's seat. The back of the chair asked Chufeng: "I remember that the school cases in the United States basically use guns. Can the ancient and great invention of self-defense teach people to avoid bullets?"

Chufeng smiled at him from the rearview mirror: "If there is a shooting in the school, I will block the bullet for you. I let you learn martial arts because what if someone bullies you when I am not around?"

Afterwards, Chufeng really wasn't by his side anymore, but Mr. Dong of Zhenghong had no shortage of people who would block bullets for him, let alone being easily bullied.After Gu Anfeng appeared, there was no possibility of Dong Li being alone anymore. He was no longer a little mushroom that accidentally appeared under the big tree of Chufeng. Looking down from the Gothic towers, his territory was as far as the eye could see.The big tree fell on the unknown wilderness, and its body became sedimentary soil. Maybe for thousands of years, one day, in the burning fireplace, the slightly damp cedar branches burst out with a crisp crackling sound , was the last warmth released by an organic molecule that once existed on the branches of the big tree before it was completely carbonized.

It was the first time that Dong Li reflexively used the fur he had learned back then. He could no longer remember what kind of car Chufeng was driving when he came to pick him up. He kicked the soft wool cushion on the back seat, a little I wanted to ask Chufeng if you were chasing me, but I didn't ask in the end.

He held Zhen Xingye's wrists, lowered his body slowly, and whispered in Zhen Xingye's ear: "Little friend, do you think that I am really a good person because I always tolerate you?"

Zhen Xingye's veins were bulging, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He said eagerly, "If you hand over that document, you will also have to stand in the dock of the court!"

Dong Li was stunned for a moment, let him go, and smiled with an unclear meaning: "You even know about this matter, you shouldn't understand, am I a person who will take revenge? No matter whether you are threatening me for Zhen Chenyou , I still have any illusions about me until now, frankly speaking, if Gu Anfeng's operation is successful, I will just pretend nothing happened; if something happens to Gu Anfeng, I will definitely drag Zhen Chenyou to die together."

Dong Li has the loftiness of a scholar. Even though Dong Zong has great powers, he never bothers to use methods outside the law.Back then, Chufeng earnestly asked him to learn martial arts and taught him how to fight to the death of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, but he only learned how to sacrifice himself when the gun is aimed at the one he loves.

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Update, this chapter is a bit sad, it is entirely the fault of the BGM when coding!"Passing Through Your World" by Yoga Lin!