[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

During Christmas last year, the royal family posted a photo of the family enjoying the Christmas dinner on the official website. In it, Francis, the Princess of Wales, sat at the dining table with a bright smile, next to her brother Prince Harry, with blue eyes Filled with a happy look.

The photo announced the good news to the world that Her Royal Highness Francis, Princess of Wales, has returned to health.

This photo made the British people ecstatic, especially the royal family recently announced that Princess Francis will go to Cambridge University to teach physics.

The princess, as always, maintained the image of Athena with both wisdom and beauty in the hearts of the people.

Cambridge University is a world-class top university that princess uncles only enter through the back door.

Her Royal Highness, who came to the United States, was extremely busy.

After meeting Hannibal, Francis made an appointment with Nolan again. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Nolan once visited her during her autistic period.

"Nolan." Francis and Nolan met in the coffee shop. He rushed over from Emily, with golden hair as dazzling as Apollo.

"Siss." Nolan gave Francis a hug with a warm smile, "I miss you so much, my dear friend."

"I miss you too, Nolan." Francis really missed his hug, especially after going through so much, she felt more and more precious the people around her.

"Are you well now?" Nolan was most concerned about Francis' mental state. After all, that incident really shocked him, and there was no warning at all.

"I just got back from seeing a psychiatrist. He made sure I'm fine. Don't worry, honey, I have something happy to tell you." Francis is in a good mood, and she always feels very comfortable with Nolan .

"What's the happy thing?" Nolan raised his eyebrows and showed a smirk, "Are you planning to go to Cambridge to teach? I already know the news."

"This news is outdated. Nolan." Francis looked at her friend with a smile, her blue eyes curved into a crescent, "I'm going to get engaged to Mycroft."

Nolan opened his mouth in surprise, and it took him a while to react. He held Francis' hand and congratulated the lucky girl: "Congratulations, Siss."

Nolan, who still didn't know how the relationship between Mycroft and Francis would develop, felt that the news was too sudden, but he was sincerely happy for Francis, after all, he knew that Francis liked her husband very much.

"When will you get engaged?" Nolan ordered a glass of mocha and asked Francis.

Francis brought a cappuccino, took a sip of the milk froth on it and said, "In June, in McCaw's hometown. Only family and friends are going to be invited. But my grandfather and father have some opinions on this, so we still have Not ready to invite."

Nolan could imagine the group of men in Francis' family. The last time Harry shook hands with him so hard that he almost thought his hand was going to break.

Thinking of this, Nolan gloated and sympathized with McCoff.

Francis is really helpless to the men in the family, but there is no goldfish in this world that McCoff can't handle, and her family is the cutest goldfish in the world.

Mycroft had to discover this.

Francis thought unkindly.

"Ah, Ems also asked about your situation. She is glad that you are fine." Nolan asked thoughtfully, "Has your mother's matter been resolved?"

Francis nodded with a smile, she walked out of the haze of her mother's death, her face was radiant, and she was more beautiful than before.

"I think it's over for a while now. Mom will be happy for me too." Francis showed yearning for a new life on his face, "Macrof will be a good husband. But my brothers are still worried that I will Repeating my mother's mistakes. After all, my parents are 13 years apart in age, and I am 14 years behind McCauf. I think they are a bit pessimistic."

"No, Siss. They just think that other men in this world are bad people except them, and they are all big bad wolves who want to take your rose of England away."

Nolan's vivid metaphor managed to amuse Frances, and she had to admit that it was almost a portrayal of her now.

Because of McCoff, Francis did not stay in the United States for a long time. He believed that nowhere in the world was safe, even in the United States, where he had worked many times.

Perhaps there is no place in the world that is safer than Holmes' side.

Francis thought, smiling.

She bought a new mobile phone for the assistant lady. Anthea was almost suffering from internal injuries recently. After lamenting the power of McCoff, Francis expressed deep sympathy for Anthea.

When Francis came out of the international airport, McCoff arranged a car to pick her up to MI6, and they made an appointment to have lunch together after get off work.

But Francis knew that Mycroft was worried about her hanging out in case something happened.

Francis didn't feel any discomfort about McCoff's constant surveillance-like concern, but instead smiled knowingly.

After all, Holmes's concern was different.

It just so happened that she could give Anthea the phone directly, so she didn't have to make another trip.

The MI6 headquarters is also undercurrents. According to the first-hand information from Boss assistant Anthea, Her Royal Highness Princess of Wales will visit and have dinner with Boss today.

This is another blockbuster after Boss and Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales released the news of their engagement, which made MI6 and MI5 collectively excited.

People are gossipy, especially the heroine in it has replaced her mother, Concubine Diana, as the new dream lover of the people of England.

Especially with a boss who is against the heavens of Su but is in the late stage of younger brother control, pays great attention to privacy and grasps the movements of all of them. The kind of mood that suffocates gossip until the internal injury vomits blood, wants to tease the tiger's beard but dare not Who can understand the aggrievedness?Only the boss's assistant, Ms. Anthea.

Besides, Concubine Diana is almost the idol of the English people born in the 90 and [-]s. Her daughter Francis perfectly inherited her beauty, and she is a nearly perfect princess who combines beauty and wisdom.

The point is, they were secretly YY before. The big devil and the princess had to say two or three things, and now it has become a reality. This kind of excitement is hard to hide, trying to maintain a deadpan professional in front of the boss. Literacy, their faces are almost distorted into monsters.

After all, no one dared to snoop on the boss's privacy at the risk of being filled in the English Channel.

So they all made a heavy decision—

—They are going to watch in secret.

Francis felt that every time she came to the MI6 headquarters, the atmosphere here was really weird, but this was the safest place in England, so she didn't think much about it.

But she always felt like someone was watching her.

This made Francis very uncomfortable.

But she soon met an acquaintance - Anthea, Mycroft's assistant.

"Long time no see, Anthea." Francis gave a hug to the assistant who was expressionless and bowed her head while playing with her mobile phone.

Since Anthea watched how Francis beat up a professional killer, she refreshed her three views and gained a new understanding of the mighty ability of the Princess of Wales.

Sure enough, the woman Boss had his eyes on was not some pretty princess.

"Long time no see, Your Highness." Anthea lied about the princess politely. After all, she was very sure that she had too much physical contact with Her Highness, so she would not want this month's bonus.

"Oh, honey, you've lost a lot of weight. Are you working too hard? Mycroft should really give you a raise." Francis said, looking at Anthea in business attire, and she took out her mobile phone from her bag and handed it to Anthea, "Here, Anthea, I brought this back from America. I hope you like it."

Anthea was indeed very happy to take the phone, but she quickly controlled her emotions and said reservedly: "Thank you, Your Highness, I like it very much."

Francis nodded with a smile. She politely knocked on the door before entering McCoff's office, then twisted the handle and went in. Seeing the portrait of the grandmother when she was young behind McCoff, her blue eyes bent.

From the knock on the door, Mycroft knew that Francis was coming.

He looked up from a pile of papers, closed the papers and put them aside and gave Francis a smile: "How are you doing in America?"

"Very good." After having dinner and chatting with Nolan, Francis felt a lot more relaxed. "However, the food in America is still a bit bad."

"Britain has no right to say anything in terms of food," McCoff said pertinently.

Francis sat down with a smile: "Why do you even say that?"

"This is what most people think." Mycroft handed over the choice to Francis, "What do you want for dinner, Eric?"

"Spanish food." Francis wanted to eat seafood. "By the way, Philip, Charles, and William and Harry are all against our engagement. How are you going to deal with them?"

"I've got the most powerful one to agree." Mycroft meant that the rest is only a matter of time, "They haven't been able to accept it for a while."

Francis nodded: "That's right. We're not going to get married right away anyway. We should wait until Sherlock comes back. Hmm... How is Sherlock doing? Operations in Eastern Europe are more dangerous than I imagined."

"There will be no problem with Alexander's secret protection. He will be back in two years." Mycroft estimated the date of Sherlock's return.

"I think two years should be enough to comfort Philip and the others." Francis thought that he would only be 24 years old two years later, and it would not be too late to get married. Of course, there is no way to compare it with Zara who got married when she was 30 years old.

As for Philip and the others, leave it to McCoff.

The author has something to say: Maggie still has a long way to go.