Chapter 2960 You Can't Leave

Being held by Collins who was becoming more and more beautiful and temperamental, Feng Yiping's first reaction was to pull away her hand and he breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Yan had already taken the children to the hotel, otherwise , this will definitely make you feel better.

"Long time no see!" Facing Collins who kept staring at him with all kinds of resentment in her eyes, he couldn't even praise her politely, "You are so beautiful!"

"Where are your friends?"

Jessica Alba aside, at times like this, Collins has to at least be with Alison Brie.

"I have no partner," Collins, who must have just gotten off the plane and was wearing a soft-brimmed hat, a leather short skirt and a black and white horizontal striped T-shirt, hugged his hand tightly, "I only have you!"

Feng Yiping was a little helpless. If I remember correctly, you shouldn't be able to use such words.

"You must be very tired after coming from Los Angeles. Why don't you go to the hotel to rest first?"

"No, I don't want to leave you," Collins hugged his hand tightly as if afraid that he would run away.

Outside the VIP room, Alison Brie, who was wearing sunglasses, watched this scene silently. Next to her, Ding Ri, who had matured rapidly, was courting her, "The iced coffee you like,"

After being signed by Ma Ling, he was really happy when he learned that there were several young ladies, especially the two young ladies in front of him, who belonged to the same boss as him.

As for the two in front of him, one is sexy and the other is pure, Yan is so thin and fat, so beautiful. For this reason, he is willing to transform into the most obedient little brother.

"Lily seems to have a good relationship with the boss?" Ding Ri also felt a little resentful, hey, that's my little sister.

Hearing the sound of "gurgling" coming from beside him and watching the cup of iced coffee quickly bottom out, he suddenly felt a clear resentment towards the big boss who he had never formally met for the first time, but who had always admired him. Could it be that my two favorite young ladies both like you, or is it more than just like you?

Is this, is this justified?

"Feige and Downey are almost here," Feng Yiping took a few steps towards the door.

"No, I don't want you to leave," Collins pulled Feng Yiping tightly, "Feng, you know, I think I might be your saint,"

Saint?

Give it back to me?

Feng Yiping suddenly sweated like a waterfall, Genghis Khan, please, am I still the leader of some religion?

"I know you're married. I've had several boyfriends in the past two years, but you know, with each of them, I couldn't date them twice. After eating at a restaurant twice, I felt like Dull,"

"I can't even accept them sitting next to me. When they want to hold my hand or put their arms around my waist, I feel sick,"

She rested her head on Feng Yiping's shoulder, "Only with you can I make such an intimate gesture."

"Feng, I am already 22 years old, but I can't contact any other men except you..."

"Are you with Brie?" Feng Yiping suddenly asked.

Collins was stunned for a moment, then a little annoyed, "I'm not! It's you I like!"

"Okay, okay," Feng Yiping tried to pull her hand away again, "I will arrange for the best psychiatrist to meet with you,"

Collins pursed her lips when she heard this, and crystal tears rolled in her eyes...

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Almost at the same time Collins said to Feng Yiping, "I don't want you to leave," in Peanutton on the east coast of the United States, in the kitchen of the White House, O'Hei was also saying the same thing, "You can't leave."

But the person he was talking to was not a beautiful girl like Collins who was pleasing to the eye, but an old man with a thick neck and a big belly and flabby muscles on his face.

That was Larry Summers, a key member of his economic team, director of the National Economic Council, Facebook's most famous female executive, and COO Sandberg's teacher.

"Larry, now is certainly not the best time for you to leave," O'Hei said emphatically.

Summers put down his sandwich and said, "Mr. President, after talking to you in January, I have contacted Harvard and have now negotiated a teaching position..."

"No, not now, I need you, Larry,"

Xiao Aohei really gets a headache when he hears January.

In January, it can be said that his team began to fall apart.

First, Chief of Staff Emanuel announced his resignation and returned to Chicago to look for new opportunities. Then White House senior adviser Axelrod, his right-hand man during the 2008 campaign, also announced his resignation. Then, his press secretary, Robert Gibbs also said, “It’s time to get some air,”…

Some of his core staff and other important cabinet members who had been with him since he ran for the Senate left him one after another in January.

Even his secretary Katie chose to leave.

That, of course, is the hangover from last year's failed midterm elections.

As an excellent political figure, O'Hei expected that the results of the mid-term elections would not be satisfactory.

Because it has become a general rule for the president's party to lose seats in mid-term elections in the United States.

This is because the president must have made various promises during the campaign, but as his administration progresses, those original promises are often greatly reduced, and there is not even any sign of fulfillment. In the mid-term elections, voters will naturally become A window to release related dissatisfaction.

Secondly, because the midterm elections do not directly involve whether the president will stay or not, relatively speaking, the turnout rate is much lower than that of the presidential election. In comparison, older white people are more likely to be older than the people of color who sent O'Hare to the White House two years ago. People at the bottom and lower classes care more about politics, and these white people are, generally speaking, supporters of the Republican Party.

In addition, O'Hei also knows that after taking office for more than two years, he has not made any outstanding achievements in economy, war, or diplomacy. It is certain that voters will be dissatisfied. Therefore, he The first midterm election during his term will certainly not be satisfactory.

But he didn't expect that it would be so unsatisfactory.

The Democrats finally regained control of Congress, but barely kept the Senate. As for the House of Representatives, they lost it to the Republicans. In the gubernatorial election, the final result was that the Republicans took away 9 seats from them. Occupying 29 states, the Democratic Party has only 15 seats left.

When Republican House leader John Boehner, the well-known crybaby, tearfully took over the small hammer symbolizing the power of the speaker from Granny Pelosi, the Democrats lamented that this was their biggest defeat in more than 60 years.

But for little O'Hei, when he used more exquisite speech skills and said the same "Yes, I can" as he did two years ago, he found that there were always more empty seats in the audience than there were people present. When the applause was always sparse, he really felt the biting chill.

The voters were so unsupportive that he felt as if he had been whipped in public.

Even so, many people are still unwilling to let him go. From then to now, more than one reporter has asked him similar questions, "Mr. President, what are your plans after the end of your term?"

It seems that he can only survive one term and will definitely not be re-elected.

There is no greater humiliation for any president starting his first term.

Afterwards, your close associates left one after another, which naturally further damaged his image. Even people who have followed you for many years chose to leave. How can you let other people have confidence in you?

Larry Summers thinks so too. Compared with Emmanuel or Axelrod, I am not your true confidant. Since you have approved their departure, why do you insist on not letting me go? Walk?

But it also made him a little proud, "Mr. President, I have done my best in the past two years. I think I can no longer influence you."

"Larry," O'Hei sat down next to him cordially, "Everyone knows that the economic downturn in the past two years was not caused by us."

"If you look at the results we have achieved, whether it is employment rate or GDP growth rate, our results can even be said to be excellent, but it is because of subprime mortgages," he shook his head.

Summers sighed too.

After returning to the center of power, how could he be happy with such an ending?

Blame the damn subprime mortgages - he forgot, because he was one of the important promoters of subprime mortgages during his tenure as Treasury Secretary in the Clinton administration.

"But Larry, the impact of subprime mortgages is gradually decreasing. Next, it is time for us to show our talents,"

"I really don't want the good foundation you laid to become other people's capital,"

Summers pondered for a while, "Mr. President, I'll think about it again,"

Xiao Aohei patted him on the shoulder, "I look forward to working with you to revitalize our economy,"

In fact, looking at Summers' arrogant look, he would also feel quite disgusted, if it weren't for...

I would plead with you like this?