British 1986

I still remember those Wangzai QQ candies I ate in my previous life.

Especially the strawberry flavored one, the red color is slightly heavier than pink, looks very natural, and the size is just right, smaller than the tip of your little finger.

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

After taking a sip, the taste is pretty good, slightly softer than the original Wangzai QQ candy, with a bit more softness and meatiness.

Especially the small particles on the top are very similar to the small particles on strawberries, and they also have a frosted feel.

It was my first time to try Korean clothes on my left hand and kimono on my right hand.

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

Korean products on the left and domestic products from the island on the right, very exotic.

"Alan."

Jiaxin's voice was trembling a little. Mr. Allen had just been eating Jiaxin QQ candy and didn't let her go. She could only watch Allen eat it, and he was so anxious that he was sweating.

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

Allen, who was in high spirits, suddenly thought that the atmosphere was so on point, the clothes were so appropriate, and there were tatami mats under his feet, it might as well make him feel more immersed.

If he hadn't had enough time on his hands now, he would have had the entire script!

After wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he had been eating Jiaxin QQ candy for a long time. His mouth was a little dry. He took the lemonade from Shuzhen and drank a little to moisten his throat. Allen asked: "Can you speak Japanese?" ?”

Shuzhen is a little panicked now.

Let’s not talk about clothes. Why do you still need to speak Japanese? Just two women can’t satisfy this Earl?

Do I need to add a foreign language?

"Sir, I know a little bit."

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

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

Why.

Isn't this just the right situation? The island country officer who occupied two little beauties was fucked to death by his master Allen. Isn't this just like occupying a Korean concubine and an island country wife in his home?

Once this impression was left, Allen became even more excited.

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

First time experience, it feels so so.

It's not easy to exert force, so I have to use pillows to cushion me. The key is cushioning, but it's secondary. My knees are sore after being pressed against them for a long time.

Let's try another method, it won't be easy to exert force.

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

Holding Jiaxin in her arms and breathing heavily, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but there were only three people breathing in the room. Who knew that at this time, Jiaxin's low voice came again.

"Sister Shuzhen, help push Mr. Allen, he is tired."

"???"

"Boo~"

There was the sound of a cork being opened.

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

In the past, he would only get lost in the sounds of Oye and Fake.

I still remember that Julian Moore said to him at that time that Oye was just being polite, and Farke was the real compliment. The louder Farke's voice was, the more sincere the praise was.

Not long ago, Mr. Allen was praised by hysterical Fake voices every day!

now

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

Am I tired?

This is halftime!

Allen has always been concerned with saving face. At this critical moment, he must continue even if he grits his teeth.

"What are you pushing? I'll drink some water. Wait for me for a while. Someone is here! Bring me another glass of water."

In order to have a little more time to rest, Allen also sent someone a glass of water. He took advantage of this time to take a few deep breaths to calm his violent heartbeat.

Oh shit

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I know people and faces, but I don’t know their hearts.

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

When Jiaxin called her just now, she lay still and pretended to be dead.

After taking the water from the servant, Allen took a few more sips, wiped the lemonade that had flowed onto his chest, and looked at Jiaxin, whose face was red and she still didn't forget to wink at him.

"Come!"

Old Karl had breakfast with William early in the morning, but there was still no sign of his young master. William urged them to go back to the small villa where Allen stayed last night.

In addition to a few loyal and vigilant bodyguards, there were also several servants walking back and forth carrying a few quilt-like things.

"What's going on here?"

Old Karl asked, but as soon as several servants lowered their heads, the first servant came to Karl and whispered: "Sir, the mats in the young master's bedroom are all wet. The young master just woke up. Let's change them, young master." Now I’m sleeping again.”

"???"

After being stunned for several seconds, Old Carl realized what it meant to be wet. Then he was stunned again. He pulled the servant and asked in a low voice, "Master, have you been busy all night?"

If I hadn't been busy all night, why would I have to change these beddings so early in the morning?

"No. Anyway, it's off and on. It was very noisy last night."

"Okay, go and do your work."

Old Karl knew it all. The young master didn't work all night, but he worked intermittently all night. It was 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 Karl turned around and knelt down, glanced at William who looked curious 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 strange.

"Well, the young master was busy working last night and took a break very late. How about you play on the game console for a while today?"

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

"Yes, yes, your highness, don't worry!"

Seeing that he had finally fooled the little ancestor, Old Karl let out a long sigh of relief.

As soon as he got up, a bodyguard trotted in. When he saw Old Karl, he stretched out his hand and handed Old Karl a big brother.

"who?"

"Sir, your number!"

"Um."

Old Karl answered the phone, nodded twice, and after hanging up the phone, handed the eldest brother to the bodyguard again, then took William away with a smile, and the whole small villa fell into silence again.

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

On the morning of the third day, when William saw Allen again with his eyes wide open, he was about to get angry and complain a few times that his cousin "left without saying goodbye", but when he saw Allen's current appearance, he was a little frightened. One jump.

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

Allen, who appeared in front of William, looked a little pale at this time, looking like he was recovering 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 he had built up over the past two days disappeared in an instant.

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

"I've been so busy with official duties these past two days. I'm so tired."

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

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

"Yes, yes, ten whip soup, you go ask a Korean cook to buy the ingredients and make me a few portions!"

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

This was old Carl who came to check out the place a few days in advance. The people from Sony entertained him and brought out hard food. But old Carl didn’t understand much. He simply thought that this kind of thing sounded disgusting and refused the other party’s offer without hesitation. kindness.

When Allen arrived in South Korea, Old Carl complained to Allen that people from Sony would entertain him with this kind of rubbish and scary-sounding stuff.

now

Allen also wanted to try it, just to try it and taste it for fun, with absolutely no other ideas.

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

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

After Karl Lao arranged for someone to hire a cook, he just came back. In the front hall, Allen was sitting cross-legged and looking listless, holding a bowl of millet porridge and drinking it slowly.

William held his chin beside him and watched Allen eat porridge.

Old Carl looked around, but did not see the two young tour guides from Xiangjiang. After confirming that there were no outsiders around, he whispered: "Master, there is something else I need to tell you."

"explain!"

Allen put down his spoon and pushed the bowl aside.

"Hu Te called and said that His Highness has sent a consultant to come and have a face-to-face interview with you."

"Oh? What consultant?"

Allen frowned, why would he send a consultant over so far away?

"Did something happen?"

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

"Well, then I'll go change my clothes, and you can take William to class first."

Allen held the table with both hands, his thighs trembling slightly, and he slowly got up weakly.

"I don't! I have no classes today. Cousin, you have disappeared for several days, and I want to be here too."

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

"Your Highness! Your Excellency Allen!"

The old man who saluted was wearing a traditional British suit, a black top, gray trousers, and polished leather shoes. He had silver hair and looked to be at least sixty, or even sixty-five.

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

When William saw this person, he 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 a close associate of Charles. At least William should be familiar with him.

Hearing William's words, the old man named Martino looked extremely happy. He knelt down and looked at me carefully for a long time before he said, "I didn't expect you would remember me after not seeing me for a while, Your Highness."

After saying this, he had time to look at Allen. He didn't know what he was looking at, but he was shocked when he saw it.

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

"Sir? Are you injured?"

"Let's talk without sitting down. Their decoration here is not convenient. 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 am Martino Beach. You can just call me Martino."

Slowly sitting down, the old man was about to speak when Allen raised his hand and said: "Bring 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?"

"Give me a soda."

"Me! I want whiskey too."

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

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

"Just give William another glass of milk, go ahead."

"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?"

"That's it, Your Excellency."

Speaking of the purpose of this visit, Martino's face became serious.

On the first day Allen arrived in South Korea, something happened at the airport. At that time, Allen decisively walked away.

This kind of thing seemed like a trivial matter, with no loss, except that he seemed in a hurry after getting off the plane, but Allen was also a little scared, so he sent the complete news back and asked Hu Te to report to Charles.

Charles took the situation to his advisory team, and they all felt more and more that something was wrong.

The British themselves like to play dirty tricks, of course

If others are playing dirty tricks on them, they are also very sensitive. This time, something is very wrong. Although it seems that there is no loss, that is because Allen ran so fast that he even left the salute to the servants who stayed behind. Slowly tidied up.

If he hadn't run away decisively, dozens of meters away, there would be a group of hundreds of contestants. No one knew whether they were armed or not, but if one of them was impulsive or found out that Allen was next to him, And William, if he rushes over or uses weapons

Whenever Allen and William get hurt, it's a big deal!

How will Daying and Maozi get along?

In a rage? Do it to save face, or swallow your anger and pretend nothing happened?

How could an earl and his grandson endure it if something happened at the airport?

If we endure this, we will lose the international reputation of Great Britain.

If you can't bear this, Daying will be used as a gunman.

The stakes here can't be explained clearly over the phone, and we can't say it at all.

Charles directly sent an advisor to support Allen.

He knew Allen's temper and was very impulsive, so he had to send a "dog-headed strategist" to suppress him.