British Civil Servant

Following Macmillan's visit, the Foreign Office was quiet, which made Alan Wilson very happy. In fact, he had no objection to the Foreign Secretary's travels. Of course, if he always went to the United States, considering Macmillan's family background, it was 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 is nothing worthy of attention recently. Alan Wilson, Louis XVI, is possessed, muttering that there is nothing to do today, and he decided to take a vacation for his many days of running around. At least have some family fun.

In essence, the executive vice-minister who was still licking the dog was busy, and let Xia Meng, who was pregnant with Liujia, stay aside, while he was fighting with pots and pans and having fun.

"Actually, I have no problem taking care of myself, and the maid treats me very well." Xia Meng's long hair was draped over her fragrant shoulders. With the firm resistance of Alan Wilson, she finally got rid of the perm hairstyle that she was twenty years older than her.

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

"They're all 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 dish in the pot, with satisfaction Se nodded and finished cooking this time.

"Thank you!" Xia Meng patted her belly and praised with a shy look.

In fact, this man is not bad, and his endurance is really amazing. He never complained, even when he recalled the past, he never became angry. The so-called neither humble nor arrogant was the man he was talking about.

Sometimes he will appear blank and thoughtful, and all the expressions on his face will disappear.

It was as if it was wiped out by an invisible hand at once, and it was replaced by a mask, a sculpture, cold and serious. Although handsome, but lifeless. He would smoke cigarettes so hard, one after the other, that he didn't even bother to put out the butt.

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

"Britain is not good at eating, except for the aristocratic class." Alan Wilson brought the fried dishes and pushed Xia Meng's thoughts in front of him, "But with the help of the international aviation department in Kuala Lumpur, your tastes don't need to change. The important thing is to be in a good mood, don't be nervous because of the pregnancy, I believe everything will go well."

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

"Actually, accompanied by a servant, you can go around. For example, watching a game or something." Alan Wilson ate his food, and did not be polite 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 for the baby in her womb, she had to eat more to ensure the nutrition of the child.

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

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

From the top leagues down there are 11 leagues, the first six are professional, 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 just look at boxing. British boxing is also popular." Alan Wilson is still babbling, and now he is obviously not in a brooding state, but seems very talkative.

"Is it the martial artist who competed?" Xia Meng shook his head slightly, expressing that he was not interested in it. "There are quite a few filmmakers in Xiangjiang with a background of martial arts."

"It's not a thing, martial artists are not competitive, and humans are also animals. They meet all the criteria for judging animals. Simply put, they win with a large tonnage. But what about movies? I believe that these martial artists may push Hong Kong Movies in the future. To a peak. It’s true that there are similar types of films. The United States has Westerns, and Japan has samurai films. It depends on who can seize the opportunity.”

Alan Wilson has the tone of no one who knows movies better than I do, and he has a good relationship with some movie stars, including the future US President Ronald Reagan, who speaks so plainly but so confidently.

After the meal, Alan Wilson took out his camera, expressing that he wanted to leave a memory for Xia Meng, and almost wiped out the goodwill accumulated by Xia Meng, which had been photographed before.

"Take a family photo!" Alan Wilson explained, he has taken many times with the ladies, 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 photo, he immediately accepted it. At least he was still willing to take responsibility and left without raising his pants.

This is the most vicious slander. Alan Wilson has done everything, but he has never done anything like walking away with his pants up. He has high hopes for every child, and he will never learn the beating of a black man without a father.

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

Xia Meng was very happy today. When Alan Wilson was about to leave, he went all the way to the door and took the initiative to stand on tiptoe to offer a kiss.

"Okay, take a good rest, I'll come over when I have time." Alan Wilson showed a dignified expression, and Xia Meng really loved himself.

It's best not to let Mr. Jin Yong know about this, otherwise, Lin Pingzhi in Xiaoao Jianghu may change his surname to Ai.

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

"She still loves me!" Alan Wilson, who was caught in the three major illusions in life, walked with wind. The days of the deputy secretary were so unpretentious. He decided to spend the night at Ms. Vivien Leigh today.

In Warsaw, the capital of Poland, Michael Goronieski was directly 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, yelling at the soldiers who came in, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I do, sniper." With this response, a man in military uniform came in, bent down to look at Michael Goronieski, a senior Polish officer lying on the ground, stretched out a finger to pull Michael Goleniesky's gaze 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 pattern in the center. This indicated the identity of the person who came, the National Security Council of the Soviet Union, and for a moment, Michael Goroniesky's heart was in an ice cave.

"Take it away!" The straight-backed officer glanced at Michael Goronetski's panicked family and said in a calm tone, "Take it away together, what a selfish person."

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

"Of course!" answered Andropov succinctly, who came to Warsaw himself to make sure nothing went wrong.

Next to Andropov was an unusually young but determined boy who stood there quietly and did not make a sound.

He is Alexeyev who is preparing for the final round of exams. This time, he obeyed his mother and came to Warsaw for an internship.

"Alekseev, the mock interrogation is realistic and cannot replace the real interrogation." Andropov looked at Furtseva's son and said softly, "Comrade Fortseva hopes you, profoundly Knowing this industry, if you can’t adapt, you can make a judgment as soon as possible, and there are still many choices in the future at your age.”

"I'm ready." Alexeyev responded with a straight face. "The school told me that there is no mouth that can't be opened. This time I should be able to know if this is true."

Michael Goronieski is really not a strong-willed anti-Soviet element. While he is still in good health, he has already admitted his crimes and poured out everything he has done in the past few years.

Even Andropov was deeply shocked as the interrogation progressed. He really wanted to shoot Michael Goreniesky's family, if not for Michael Goreniesky's repeated statement that he would use meritorious deeds in exchange for relatives. security, and Andropov had agreed, and now he really wants to go back on his word.

The Michael Goroniesky case, which immediately reached Lubyanka, shocked Sherepin. Michael Goronieski was captured, and the intelligence network that contacted him was wiped out.

And this is also a good opportunity to cleanse Poland~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, Shelepin doesn't care whether Andropov has exceeded his authority. Confession, how Andropov found out, it doesn't matter anymore.

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 and seven hens live in a diligent widow's yard..." Alan Wilson hummed a traditional poem and came to work in the Foreign Office.

Cockerel is arrogant and arrogant, striding as if he is the master of one party, but he is also timid and suspicious by nature. He likes to be flattered by others, and 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, and there were more than seven ladies who had the same status as his wife.

"Permanent Undersecretary, the head of No. 6 is waiting for you." Chief Private Secretary Wick immediately reported when he saw Alan Wilson.

"Why is he here?" Alan Wilson was a little surprised, then nodded, "Waiting in my office?"