With Macmillan's visit abroad, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been quiet, which makes Alan Wilson very happy. In fact, he does not object to the foreign minister going around. Of course, if he always goes to the United States, considering Macmillan's family background, it is true. It is worthy of vigilance, and as for going to other countries, it should be encouraged.

Now no one can interfere with the normal operation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and there has been nothing worth paying attention to recently. Alan Wilson Louis XVI possessed himself, muttering that he has nothing to do today, and decided to take a vacation for his many days of travel. At least you can enjoy family fun.

In essence, the executive deputy chief, who was still a dog licker, was busy, leaving Xia Meng, who was pregnant with Liujia, aside, while he fought with pots and pans and enjoyed it.

"Actually, it's okay for me to take care of myself, and the maid treats me very well." Xia Meng's long hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders, and under Alan Wilson's firm resistance, she finally broke away from the perm style that made her look twenty years older.

Today, because she knew that the man was coming, Xia Meng gave the maid a holiday, and eagerly waited for the man to visit her.

"They're both adults, so I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself. But isn't it inconvenient now?" Alan Wilson turned his back to Xia Meng, took out his chopsticks and took a bite of the food in the pot, feeling satisfied Se nodded and finished cooking this time.

"Thank you!" Xia Meng praised her shyly while rubbing her belly.

In fact, this man is not bad, his patience is amazing. He never complained, even when he recalled the past, he would never be angry. The so-called neither humble nor overbearing refers to this man.

Sometimes it will show a dazed and thoughtful look, and all the expressions on the face disappear completely.

It was as if all at once wiped away by an invisible hand, and in its place a mask, a sculpture, cold and serious. Although handsome, he was lifeless. He would puff on cigarette after cigarette without even bothering to put out the butt.

Xia Meng quietly waited for Alan Wilson to finish his work. In fact, apart from the difference in culture, she thought this man was a good match.

"British food is not good, except for the aristocrats." Alan Wilson brought up the fried dishes, pushed Xia Meng down in front of Xia Meng and murmured, "But with the help of the international aviation department in Kuala Lumpur, you don't need to change your taste. At last The important thing is to be in a good mood, not to be nervous because of pregnancy, I believe everything will be fine."

"Actually, it's okay. I've gained weight recently." Xia Meng smiled happily, puffing out her cheeks to look like a balloon.

"Actually, accompanied by a servant, you can go around. For example, watch the game or something." Alan Wilson feasted, and didn't just be polite just because a lady of the same status as his wife was next to him. That was impossible.

This also stimulated Xia Meng's appetite, even if it was for the baby in her womb, she had to eat more to ensure the nutrition of the baby.

Alan Wilson still hopes that Xia Meng can walk more and carry out some entertainment projects.

British football is very developed. Of course, this development does not refer to achievements, but the popularity of football.

There are eleven leagues down from the top league, the first six are professional, and the latter are amateur leagues. At least in England, football teams exist almost anywhere there are people.

"If you can't do it, you can look at boxing. British boxing is also popular." Alan Wilson is still chattering, and now he is obviously not in the state of contemplation, but is very talkative.

"Is it a martial artist in a martial arts competition?" Xia Meng shook her head slightly, expressing her disinterest in it, "There are quite a few filmmakers in Xiangjiang who have backgrounds in martial arts."

"It's not the same thing. Martial artists are not competitive. Humans are also animals. They meet all the criteria for judging animals. Simply put, the bigger tonnage wins. But what about movies? I believe that these martial artists may push Xiangjiang movies in the future." Towards a peak. There are similar types of films, the United States has western films, Japan has samurai films, it depends on who can seize the opportunity."

Alan Wilson sounded like no one knew more about movies than me. No matter what he said, he had a good relationship with some movie stars, and even the future President of the United States Ronald Reagan. He spoke so plainly but so confidently.

After dinner, Alan Wilson took out his camera and said that he wanted to leave a souvenir for Xia Meng, which almost wiped out all the good feelings accumulated by Xia Meng, since he had taken pictures before.

"Take a family portrait!" Alan Wilson explained, he has taken pictures with ladies many times, so he can naturally guess what Xia Meng is about, so let Xia Meng not misunderstand.

Xia Meng didn't misunderstand at all. The man in front of him did have a criminal record, but when he heard that he was going to take a family portrait, he immediately accepted it. At least he was still willing to take responsibility and left without lifting his pants.

This is the most vicious slander. Alan Wilson has done everything, but he just didn't do the thing of walking away with his pants. He has high hopes for every child, and he will never imitate the beating behavior of black people without fathers.

In front of the set up camera, Alan Wilson bent down and kissed Xia Meng's red lips, with one hand on the woman's belly, the picture was instantly frozen, what a beautiful picture.

Xia Meng was very happy today. When Alan Wilson was about to leave, she walked to the door and offered to tiptoe to offer a kiss.

"Okay, take a good rest, I'll come over when I have time." Alan Wilson had a proud expression, Xia Meng really loved her.

It's best not to let Mr. Jin Yong know about this, otherwise, Lin Pingzhi in The Swordsman might change his surname to Ai.

According to unconfirmed rumors, the role of Lin Pingzhi is because Xia Meng's original husband's surname is Lin.

"She still loves me!" Alan Wilson, who has fallen into the three major illusions in his life, walks with wind, and the life of the executive deputy chief is so simple and unpretentious. He decided to spend the night at Ms. Vivien Leigh's place today.

In Warsaw, the capital of Poland, Michael Goronnieski was broken into the door in his sleep, and was captured on the spot by a group of grim-faced soldiers in front of his family.

Michael Goronieski struggled angrily and shouted at the soldiers who came in, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know, sniper." With this response, a man in military uniform came in, bent down to look at the lying senior Polish officer Michael Goronnieski, stretched out a finger to lead Michael Goronieski's gaze, and then pointed to the position of his arm, "Do you know this badge?"

A strong shield and sharp sword, a red five-pointed star in the middle, and a sickle and hammer in the center. This shows the identity of the person who came, the Soviet State Security Council. For a moment, Michael Goronieski's heart fell into an ice cave.

"Take it away!" The straightened officer glanced at Michael Goronnieski's panic-stricken family members, and said in a calm tone, "Take them away together, what a selfish person."

A few minutes later, the officer met Andropov, who was in Warsaw, and reported, "Comrade Andropov, Michael Goronieski has been captured, will the interrogation begin immediately?"

"Of course!" Andropov's answer was succinct. He came to Warsaw himself to make sure everything was safe.

Andropov was accompanied by an unusually young boy with a resolute face, standing there quietly without making a sound.

He was Alexeyev who was preparing for the final round of exams. This time he followed his mother's advice and came to Warsaw for an internship.

"Alekseev, the simulated interrogation is realistic and cannot replace the real interrogation." Andropov looked at Fultseva's son, and said with a relaxed attitude, "Comrade Fultseva hopes that you will deeply Understand this industry, if you can’t adapt, you can make a judgment as soon as possible, there are still many choices in the future at your age.”

"I'm ready." Alekseev responded without changing his face. "The school told me that there is no mouth that cannot be knocked. This time I should be able to know whether it is true."

Michael Goronieski was really not a resolute anti-Soviet member. He had already admitted his crimes while still in good health, and poured out everything he had done in the past few years.

Even Andropov was deeply shocked as the interrogation proceeded. He really wanted to shoot Michael Goronieski's family members, if Michael Goronieski hadn't repeatedly stated that he would use meritorious service in exchange for relatives safety, and Andropov had agreed, and now he really wanted to go back on his word.

The case of Michael Goroniesky was immediately reported to Lubyanka, much to the astonishment of Shelepin. Michael Goronieski was arrested, along with his intelligence network.

Moreover, this is also a good opportunity to clean Poland. At this time, Shelepin does not care whether Andropov has exceeded his authority~lightnovelpub.net~ The functions and powers of various departments themselves have crossed. How Andropov found out about the guilty plea is irrelevant.

There is no doubt that the cracking of this espionage case will deal a heavy blow to the penetration of imperialism within the Warsaw Pact.

"Dickley the rooster lived with seven hens in the yard of a frugal widow..." Alan Wilson came to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, humming traditional poetry.

The rooster, Dekley, is proud and conceited, as if he is the master of the party, but he is timid and suspicious by nature. He likes to be flattered and flattered by others, and he is easily deceived.

Alan Wilson wondered if the original author of the poem was describing a man in the officialdom? Isn't this the life of a politician? As for the seven hens, he didn't feel offended. There were more than seven ladies of the same status as his wife.

"Executive Undersecretary, the head of No. 6 is waiting for you." Wick, the chief private secretary, reported immediately when he saw Alan Wilson.

"Why is he here?" Alan Wilson was a little surprised, then nodded and said, "Just waiting in my office?"