England 1986

Chapter 194 Come to Support
I still remember the Wangzai QQ candy I ate in my previous life.

Especially the strawberry flavor, the red color is slightly heavier than pink, it looks very natural, and the size is just right, a circle smaller than the tip of the little finger.

The two strawberry-flavored Jiaxin QQ candies that appeared in front of Alan's eyes were not sweet, but had a slight fishy smell, and the size and color were just right.

Take a sip, and the taste is not bad. Compared with the original Wangzai QQ candy, the taste is slightly softer, more soft and meaty.

In particular, the small particles on the top are very similar to the small particles on the strawberry, and it feels a little frosty.

For the first time, I tried the feeling of left-hand Korean clothing and right-hand kimono.

Allen suddenly felt that he was like a foreign master who broke into the Japanese-occupied area of ​​North Korea in the past three years.

North Korean products in the left hand and island country products in the right hand, very exotic.

"Alan."

Jiaxin's voice trembled a little. Master Alan just focused on eating Jiaxin's QQ candy and didn't let her in. She could only watch Alan eating, sweating all over her body in anxiety.

"Don't speak English, speak your South Korean, say whatever you want!"

Allen, who was in high spirits, suddenly had a whim, the atmosphere is so in place, the clothes are so suitable for the occasion, and the feet are still tatami, which makes it more substituting.

If it weren't for the lack of free time in his hands now, he would have to spend the entire script!
Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he had eaten Jiaxin QQ candy for a long time, and his mouth was a little dry. After taking the lemonade handed by Shuzhen, he drank a little to moisten his throat, and Alan asked, "Do you speak Japanese? ?”

Shuzhen is a little flustered now.
Let’s not talk about clothes, why do you still have to speak Japanese? Can only two women satisfy this Earl?

Do I have to add a foreign language?
"Your Excellency, I will take a little bit."

"A little bit is enough! Come on, come on, how do you say that, Miss Hua?"

Allen moved his right hand to Shuzhen's white belt. This black women's kimono with a white belt, coupled with Shuzhen's mature and charming appearance, always gave him the feeling of a widow .

Hey.
Isn't this appropriate? The Japanese military officer who occupied the two little beauties was killed by his master Alan. Isn't this just like occupying a North Korean concubine and an Japanese wife in someone's house?
Once such an impression was left, Allen became even more excited.

Japanese-style tatami mats, when Shuzhen was laying mats on the floor just now, Alan didn't notice what was laid, anyway, this was his first experience of laying mats on the floor and working directly.

For the first time experience, it feels so-so.

It's not easy to exert strength, and I have to use pillows to cushion it. The key is that cushioning is secondary. After pressing my knees for a long time, I feel sore and sore.

Try another way, it's not easy to use force.

After working for more than half an hour, Allen's blond hair was almost wet, and his head was sweating. This was more tiring than running ten kilometers, and it was still the kind of unconscious tiredness.

Hugging Jiaxin and panting heavily, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but there were only three people panting in the room, but at this moment, Jiaxin's low voice came again.

"Sister Shuzhen, help push His Excellency Alan, he is tired."

"???"

"Boom~"

There was the sound of a cork opening.

Allen moved to the side, touched the lemonade on the small table next to him, and took a few more sips.

Before, he would just get lost in the oh yeah, fack.

I still remember that Julian Moore told him at that time that Oye was just being polite, and Fuck was the real compliment. The louder Fuck was, the more sincere the compliment was.

Some time ago, Mr. Allen was praised by the hysterical Falk voice every day!

now
What does it mean to help push and push? I'm tired?

Am I that tired?
I'm halftime!
Allen always cares about face. At this critical moment, even if he gritted his teeth, he had to continue.

"What are you pushing? I'll drink. Mouth. Water. Wait for me for a while, someone! Bring me another glass of water."

In order to have a little more time to rest, Allen also asked someone to bring a glass of water over. Taking advantage of this time gap, he took a few deep breaths to calm down his violent heartbeat.

Oh shit
Unexpected, unexpected, knowing people and faces but not heart.

Jiaxin, who looks gentle and quiet on the surface, never expected to be so active and active when discussing academic issues, while Shuzhen, who looks very mature and charming, is a little shy at this time.

Just now when Jiaxin called out to her, she lay still and pretended to be dead.

After receiving the water handed by the servant, Allen took a few more sips, wiped off the lemonade that flowed onto his chest, and looked at Jiaxin who was flushed and still winking at him.

"Come!"

Old Karl accompanied William to finish breakfast early in the morning, but he didn't see his young master for a long time. William urged them to come to the small villa where Allen lived last night.

In addition to a few loyal bodyguards guarding the surroundings, there are also a few servants who are carrying a few quilt-like things, shuttling back and forth.

"What's going on here?"

Old Karl asked, but when the servants lowered their heads, the servant in front leaned over to Karl and said in a low voice, "Sir, the mats in the master's bedroom are all wet. The master woke up just now. Let's change it, master." Sleeping again now."

"???"

After being stunned for a few seconds, old Karl realized what it meant to be wet, and then he was taken aback again, pulling the servant, and old Karl asked in a low voice, "Has the young master been busy all night?"

If it hadn't been busy all night, how could it be so early in the morning to change the foreshadowing.

"No. Anyway, intermittently, it was very noisy last night."

"Okay, go get busy."

Old Karl knew it well, the young master didn't work all night, but he was busy all night intermittently, probably because the mattress was too wet and it was too uncomfortable to sleep, so he asked someone to change it.

Thinking of this, Old Carl turned around and squatted down, glanced at the curious William and said, "Your Highness, uh, the young master is still sleeping, do you think we should go back first?"

"Why isn't my cousin up yet? Didn't he say he would take me to the game today?"

William frowned, a little strangely.

"Uh, the young master was busy with work last night, so he didn't rest until late, why don't you play the game console for a while today?"

"Well, when my cousin wakes up, tell him that you let me play."

"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Highness!"

Seeing that he had finally fooled the little ancestor, old Karl heaved a long sigh of relief.

As soon as he got up, a bodyguard trotted in, saw old Karl, and handed him a big brother.

"Who?"

"Sir, your phone!"

"Ah."

Old Karl picked up the phone, nodded and gave a couple of hums. After hanging up the phone, he handed the eldest brother to the bodyguard again, and then led William away with a smile. The whole small villa fell into tranquility again.

After returning from visiting Gyeongbokgung Palace that day, Allen didn't show up for two full days.

When William stared at Alan again on the third morning, he was about to get angry and complain about his cousin "leaving without saying goodbye", but when he saw Alan's current appearance, he was a little scared one jump.

"Cousin? What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Allen, who appeared in front of William, had a slightly pale face at this time, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his lips were bloodless. Although William didn't understand these things, he knew that Allen looked a little miserable now, The anger accumulated for two days disappeared in an instant.

Although William is young, he still understands the importance of right and wrong.

"No, I've been busy with business these two days, so I'm tired."

Allen comforted William, rubbed his little golden retriever, and waved to old Carl: "What is the name of that disgusting soup you told me a few days ago?"

"Master, it's ten whips' soup."

"Yes, yes, ten whip soup, you go hire a Korean cook, buy ingredients, and make me a few servings!"

Allen, who was still a little down on this kind of dark cuisine, changed his view of this kind of dark cuisine in just a few days.

This was old Carl who came to check in a few days in advance, Sony’s people entertained him, and brought out hard dishes, but Old Carl didn’t understand much, so he simply thought that this kind of thing sounded disgusting, so he refused the other party’s offer without hesitation. kindness.

When Allen arrived in South Korea, Old Carl complained to Allen, saying that Sony people entertained him with this kind of rubbish, which sounded scary.

now
Allen also wanted to try it, just to try it out, to taste the novelty, and he had absolutely no other ideas.

"Huh? Oh, I'll go right away."

Old Carl was stunned. He couldn't believe that someone would really eat such a disgusting thing, but seeing that the young master insisted on tasting it, he couldn't persuade him.

After Old Carl arranged for someone to invite the cook, he just came back. In the front hall, Allen crossed his legs and looked listless, holding a bowl of millet porridge and drinking slowly.

William rested his chin on the side, watching Alan drink porridge.

Old Carl looked around, but he didn't see the two young tour guides from Xiangjiang. After confirming that there were no outsiders around, he said in a low voice, "Master, there is something else I need to tell you."

"Say!"

Allen put down the spoon and pushed the bowl aside.

"Huth called and said that His Royal Highness has sent an advisor to come and have an interview with you."

"Oh? What advisor?"

Allen frowned, this is so far away, why send a consultant over here.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No. But the other party called just now. He just got off the plane. He wants to see you as soon as possible."

"Well, I'm going to change clothes, you take William to class first."

Allen supported the table with his hands, his thighs trembled slightly, and he slowly got up weakly.

"I don't! I don't have class today. Cousin, you have disappeared for several days. I want to be here too."

"Okay, then wait here, I'll go change first."

"Your Highness! Your Excellency Allen!"

The saluting old man was wearing a traditional British suit, black jacket, gray trousers, well-polished leather shoes, and silver hair. He looked at least 65 years old, maybe even [-] years old.

The face is very thin, and the cheeks on both sides are even a little sunken. At first glance, it looks like a mummy.

Seeing this, William was a little happy and said, "Martino, why are you here? Is my father here too?"

Allen looked at William's performance and understood that this must be Charles' confidant, at least William should be familiar with him.

Hearing William's words, the old man named Martino looked extremely happy. He squatted down and looked carefully for a long time before he said, "I don't think I'll see you for a while, Your Highness, you still remember me."

After saying this, he had time to look at Allen. He didn't know if he didn't look at it.

Although Alan tidied up his image a little before he came, his face was not easy to hide.

"Your Excellency? Are you injured?"

"Don't sit down and talk about it. It's not convenient for them to decorate here. Do you need me to get you a small stool?"

The old man looked at William who sat down first, shook his head and said, "No, no, I haven't introduced you yet. I'm Martino Beach. You can call me Martino."

Slowly sat down, the old man was about to speak, when Allen raised his hand and said, "Give me a cup of coffee, I want it to be extra strong."

Old Karl glanced at Martino and said, "I want a glass of whiskey with ice, Sir Martino, what do you want?"

"I'll get me a soda."

"Me! I want whiskey, too."

William looked at the behavior of these adults, and was ready to follow suit.

But as soon as he spoke, he was arranged by Allen.

"Just another glass of milk for William, let's go."

"Cousin! I don't want to drink milk!"

"Then drink lemonade later!"

Allen sat aside, and William sat next to him, a little crowded.

"Your Highness asked you to come, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"This is the case, Your Excellency."

Speaking of the purpose of coming this time, Martino's face also became serious.

When Alan arrived in Korea on the first day, he encountered trouble at the airport. At that time, Alan took a walk decisively.

This kind of thing seemed like a trivial matter, and there was no loss, but it seemed that he was in a hurry after getting off the plane, but Alan was a little scared, so he sent back the complete news and asked Huth to report it to Charles.

Charles showed the situation to his advisory group, and all the advisers felt that something was wrong.

The British themselves like to play tricks, of course
If they are also very sensitive when others play tricks on them, something is wrong with this incident. Although it seems that there is no loss, it is because Alan ran so fast that he even threw the salute to the remaining servants Slowly cleaned up.

If he hadn't run away resolutely, tens of meters away, there would be hundreds of Da Mao's participating teams. No one would know if they were armed or not, but if someone among them was impulsive, or found that the person next to him was Allen and william, if this rushes or uses weapons
As long as Allen and William hurt a little hair, this is a big deal!

How will Daying and Maozi get along by then?
Is it a fit of rage?For the sake of face, do you still swallow your anger and pretend that nothing happened?
How could an earl and grandson bear it if something happened at the airport?
If this is tolerated, Great Britain's international reputation will be lost.

If this is unbearable, Daying will be used as a gun.

The stakes in this are not clear on the phone, and I can't say it, simply.
Charles directly sent a consultant to come to support Alan.

He knew Alan's temper and was very impulsive, so he had to send a "dog-headed military adviser" to suppress the situation for him.

(End of this chapter)