She has been a brave girl since childhood.
Fifteen years old, with a red floral dress and a plump breast, he rushes to the big apple in his heart. It is almost the same, knowing how beautiful I am and knowing that there is a bright future ahead.
The powerful arms of each man carried her to spin and spin. With turbulent toes and dancing shoes, she jumped in front of Veron.
With such a natural upward gaze, she caught his eyes.
He bit his lip slightly, not nervous.
When he asked "Are you here on your own?"
she said without hesitation, "Yes. Oh yes." Her beautiful eyes were aimed straight at him, and he looked down for a second. Immediately raised his head, he changed his eyes to the sharp and direct, you know and I know man's eyes.
She took a sip of wine, and her expression was already inseparable, and her heart was already blooming with joy. Hearing him say "So am I. What a fortunate coincidence. Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight."
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, with a great victory in her heart, the corners of her mouth opened so happy, and she didn't. To an excessively beautiful smile.
The two both left. 'It's crazy, she said, it wasn't pre-planned. I just want to tell you that I am right for you.
"I don't always act in such a hurry," she said, "we've only known each other for 20 seconds, and I'm telling a stranger he shouldn't miss me."
She said, let me tell you how amazing I am for you. I want more than a quick night, and that's not why I have your eyes on me.
"Tonight, I'm just trying to prove how amazingly I'm going to be for you," she said.
Entering a class that does not belong to oneself, is not unaware that one's own shameful history is engraved on the corners of the brows and mouths of the soldiers and the group of men and women.
She was smart enough to know why they were talking about people who didn't matter. The more they cared, the more stable she was.
She is smart, so with a bright smile on her face, she is not in a hurry to blindly cater, but goes down to the people and takes the lead in winning the support of the people who belong to her own class. In front of a small host on the radio station, she is not only closely linked to the man's career, but her voice is heard all over the country.
She is smart and knows that she has climbed to such a high position that this man will never be the next springboard. When something happened to him, she didn't retreat at all, and she gambled to support it.
She was smart, used her civilian background to make a loud appeal, gathered the voices of so many people, created momentum and threats to the high-level, and finally won the return of Lang Jun.
She is smart, and the man has moved his true feelings. Although she is for her own future and ambition, she has already taken all the righteous positions. Those upright encouraging words only make men feel relieved and considerate, and regard her as an arm that never leaves.
Then she and he concluded a marriage under the true love of suffering that the whole people witnessed and blessed.
Throughout the campaign, she followed him step by step, wherever he was, there must be her smiling figure. On election night, when he took off his jacket, raised his hands to meet the cheering crowd, and loudly proclaimed his first lady's name, did he ever remember that she was the woman he had taken off his jacket, perhaps for a one-night stand.
And after a few days, she was no longer answering his requests, and the knock on the door was only deaf. She had loved him from beginning to end.
She said, I'm just an ordinary rural girl who flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix, taking advantage of the right time and place and a little luck. It's just that no one, no one can do it like me.
She sings to her people that I chose freedom. Singing fame and fortune is actually an illusion to me. Singing I love you, I just want you to love me too. She said that what I said was the truth. All I know is that this last sentence must be true.
Ugh. She worked so hard for people's livelihood. Along the way, the faces of various men were the ones I saw the most and the most skillful. At that time, I only saw the upward ladder hidden in their lustful eyes, not looking for love. Today, along the way, the most and most skilled is to smile happily with the people, and not to find love.
She had already given up on love. She knew early on that if she chose this path, she could not hope for love. She worked so hard to win the recognition and love of the people as her compensation and explanation.
She finally got her wish, conquered the Big Apple, turned her life upside down, and dazzled like a star. Strutting up the stairs, the next step leads directly to the Vice President.
Suddenly became ill. Lying on the stretcher turned out to be just her small body.
She knew that time was short, and the people's flowers, smiles, applause, and cheers would not be heard any more soon. She held her husband's hand and said where am I going, where am I going, you must love me, you must love me.
The last time she gave a speech in front of the public and her husband, she was as smart as she was, and still kept mentioning her husband's name from beginning to end. Let me be an ordinary woman. What I said is true.
Really. Really. Well, that's true. When she stands in front of her people, she seems to have become another version of herself, and that is not acting. She knows what to say, she knows the most appropriate words. When she looked up at her people like the tide, those words were not necessarily without sincerity.
She had finally won the love, the love she had always wanted.
She was dying to hold his hand and said that I lived like this. The days were so bright, but the lights went out so fast.
how i lived, how they shone but how soon the lights were
gone
So many people love you, but you can take a selfie in the mirror, in those twinkling eyes, have you ever missed love?
Dear Mrs. Bellon, material enjoyment can only go to a certain point at most. The pursuit of power is your favorite game. Can the cheers and love of the people really fill your heart forever? If the disease hadn't robbed you of your prime years, and you'd grow old and die, there would be a day of contentment.
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