Chapter 592: Carrying a heavy load

Of course after a long time, Alan Wilson did not let heavy topics occupy the two for too long, mentioning some lighthearted things, asking about the topic of work and life of Guobao, who had become the major shareholder of United American Pictures, and never mentioning his own affairs.

“I don’t have any more work for the time being, and there are naturally managers taking care of things at Lian Mei Pictures. Right now, I’m mainly worried about you.” Fei Wenli pressed against the man’s chest, in her opinion at this time this man encountered a career crisis, far greater than any crisis she had ever encountered before.

When she was in the United States, Vivien Lei already knew that the United States had set up harsh movie norms to prevent the infiltration of pro-Soviet ideas into the movie industry, and anything that involved China would now be given a hard time by that Senator McCarthy.

Surprisingly though, Vivien Leigh hadn’t heard McCarthy make a big deal out of this, not at all in keeping with the McCarthy he knew.

“It could have been a momentary lapse of thought. But on a personal note, I don’t see anything bad about McCarthy, he’s a good guy.” Alan Wilson patted Vivien Leigh on the back, and the two of them just snuggled together in such a way that if no one who didn’t know them saw them, their first impression would be that this was a happy family.

Overall, Fei Wenli’s pursuit of career is no longer much, she has become a major shareholder of the United States film industry, the owner of the Barbie doll company, the material has not lack of, in the desire of the streetcar shooting is completed, immediately after the first time to come to Kuala Lumpur, and she believes that in the predicament of the man to meet.

As the man behind and for Vivienne, Alan Wilson was of course delighted, and it’s hard to think of a male who would be indifferent to such a situation.

The reason why Alan Wilson always thinks of the Slavs of Northern Rhodesia started when he heard that Mr. Oliver, Vivien Leigh’s ex-husband, had also traveled to the United States because of the Streetcar of Desire. In order to prevent any unnecessary misunderstandings, he had to ask his friends in Northern Rhodesia to protect his national treasure from being exploited by his ex-husband.

At least for the moment it was very successful, he used not quite bright means to pry over the corner, was not pried back.

In the late afternoon, the two of them pushed the stroller together and took a walk through this quiet area of villas, as if they were back in New Delhi, except there was one more person to walk with.

“I’m getting crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes, I can feel myself getting older and have even thought about wanting surgery.” Vivienne was light on her feet against the setting sun, but there was a vague concern that the fangirls were no longer there.

Compared with the man next to her, she can always think about this problem, Alan Wilson is still so young, has come to today’s position, and she can’t do anything to help, can only use a sincere heart to prove that her love for this man.

“Fishtail lines? So what? Erase that thought from your mind, I don’t want to see the scalpel leave any marks on your body.” As soon as Alan Wilson heard the topic involving plastic surgery, his tone was resolute, “You can age naturally, but don’t touch that kind of thing, the human body is a very complex organization, the depth is not below the universe, the laws of nature are not something that can be violated by a small scalpel, if you have to do something about it, make a plan to exercise and stick to it every day, that’s enough. ”

“Does it work?” Vivienne was a little afflicted, still wanting to make an effort to retain her youth.

“Of course it works, all it takes is persistence, much better than hoping for a scalpel.” Alan Wilson began to speak at length, the main purpose being to discourage Vivien Leigh from having plastic surgery.

Plastic surgery is something that is divided into who it is for, and for a woman like Vivien Lei, there is no good only bad.

Even when he was going for a parallel jog in the evening, he was talking about not destroying the natural beauty, “It could be a relationship crisis for us, it can’t even be thought about.”

Probably the world’s public opinion on all sides concerned with Malaya would not think of the Commissioner of British Malaya, who, in front of a bunch of uncrowned kings, promised to make sure that criminals would be severely punished and the rule of law upheld, at this time so upholding the rule of law.

Of course soon, Alan Wilson on the pretext of getting first-hand information, took Vivien Lei away from the city’s countless eyes, to get close to nature, after all, the investigation can not be rushed, and he always have to do a little bit of their own things, such as taking Vivien Lei to experience a little bit of this place’s great mountains and rivers.

“If there are some protesting remarks from private channels, tell the other side that we actually know everything about the smuggling behavior in Xiangjiang as well as the Portuguese territories, and that both sides would be better off to make peace. With the sea power of the Royal Navy, it is easy to want to intercept this behavior, but we can not do so. Malaya is at least a territory under British rule, and a falling out would not be good for either of us.”

Speaking to Alisa about the basic guidelines for dealing with different countries, Allen Wilson disappeared under the guise of going to the countryside to investigate, of course he still left his contact information in case he really couldn’t find himself in case of anything.

Places that only England could go to certainly existed in British Malaya, and there were quite a few of them, and they had undergone the necessary development to become ideal vacation spots, and were even more appropriate at this time for those who wanted to rendezvous.

The pond was hidden in the depths of the woods, surrounded by goat’s-tooth grass, and the lake was shrouded in a watery aura, with the yellow-green canopy of the surrounding trees reflecting on the water, along with the transparent reflection of the clear lake water. There was a hint of ripples on the lake, and the breeze seemed as if it dared to come and ruin the stunning tranquility.

So, as Vivienne walked naked from the grove of trees toward the shore of the pond, not a soul saw her.

She stepped into the warm and cozy water with almost serenity, the water mist gently tumbling like a layer of wet red lips wrapping her in innuendo, a wisp of white water surrounding her long slender legs, thin and long arms and the curves of her womanly body, tumbling and writhing ceaselessly.

The water lapped gently at her slender waist, and droplets condensed from the mist glistened like dewdrops in her hair. She whispered a few words, so softly that only the demon’s ears could hear them, and then slipped silently when the water.

When she emerged from the water again, her long, soft hair was wet as a cloak over her shoulders and back. She stood up and raised her arms as if in prayer as the water slid down her smooth skin.

A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on her resting face. She dove down into the water, gracefully splitting the emerald green surface without making a sound. As she jumped up and zipped into the water, the water spray leapt up with her.

She played in the water like an otter, and the whole pond seemed to play with her, her clear, sweet laughter rippling through the silence around her, and the leaves in the forest rustling merrily in response. Until, tired of playing, she stood on a patch of moss, and the whole pond and the surrounding forest returned to tranquility.

“Wasn’t that a little overly bold?” Alan Wilson pinched his waist and watched the scene that was surely going into Ms. Chen’s hard drive. Although it was very eye-catching, it always felt a bit strange.

“Didn’t you say that this is a military restricted area, is no one will come?” Fei Wenli stretched her body, facing the breeze and waiting for it to dry naturally, not minding at all that her entire body was exposed to a man’s gaze.

“It’s not really a restricted military area, it’s a military retreat. Of course it hasn’t been open lately.” Alan Wilson corrected unhurriedly, he certainly had no intention of actually going to the old forest on his body. A pleasantly scenic vacation spot was chosen to use for a two-person world with the national treasure.

It was a meadow full of wildflowers and the refreshing shade of a dense forest. Now there was only the mysterious pond shifting here, both warm and simple, like a magic show performed on the vast blue sky. The warm water seemed to seep into Vivienne’s sweaty pores, releasing the tension that had built up in her.

Seeing that persuasion is fruitless, Alan Wilson can only be put into action, up to the close to nature without a piece of the great British treasure to pick up, carry on the shoulder, experience a primitive society fun, the dense forest is full of Vivien Lei frolicking sound.

Being carried on the shoulder of Vivien Leigh, feel a little bit of body relaxation, even feel her body seems to become younger.

Returning to the vacation land between the mountains, and was approaching the next step, the baby’s cry made the two men who were looking at each other quite embarrassed, “David is crying, he might be hungry.” Vivienne hurriedly disengaged herself from the man’s embrace.

David Hartley Wilson, at that moment, was venting his anger at the selfish parents, making blood-curdling accusations against such irresponsible parenting.

“Maybe the Virgin Mary, that’s the image.” Alan Wilson, as an MI6 staffer on the payroll, for some reason, probably instinctively, had taken out his camera to freeze and record the scene.

The life of the Commissioner of British Malaya was so simple and boring, and the citizens of the British Empire should remember that there was no such thing as a good old age, it was only people like Alan Wilson, who were carrying the weight for them.

“If this kind of photo leaks out, you’re finished, especially at this time, you especially need the support of the Mountbatten family.” Vivienne flicked a glance at the man with her soulful eyes, but her voice was non-threatening and crisp.

“Don’t doubt a professional.” Alan Wilson tapped the camera, clearly quite pleased with the capture he had just made.

If he hadn’t had to receive wave after wave of reporters, he hadn’t even planned to show up in Kuala Lumpur again, and it was certain that the ongoing war hadn’t left the energetic Americans idle, and there was still time to represent Japan and inquire about the progress of the investigation.

It is simply outrageous. Wouldn’t the Japanese have inquired themselves? But Malaya is, after all, the land of freedom of speech, at least when it should be, and news of the United States standing up for Japan and pressurizing the culprits to be punished harshly went viral.

“Don’t they know how tired I am these days? Laboring my heart out! Simply working around the clock.” Alan Wilson gorged himself on lobster, venting his frustration at the heavy workload, uh ……

A long belch ended, Allen Wilson wiped his mouth and said, “The most important thing Americans should be concerned with at the moment is winning the war, not these chores that they don’t want to do. This is advice given out of the special relationship between Britain and America.”