Chapter 693 book Wilson

After saying thank you, Alan Wilson went into the delivery room, his wife was lying on the bed in good spirits, next to the wrapped baby, the projects were opposite each other, Alan Wilson opened the joke, “The major project of our life, now out of the finished product.”

“Honey!” Pamela Mountbatten, on the other hand, whispered with apology, “I’m sorry I didn’t bring you a boy.”

“Don’t say that, you and I aren’t seniors, not this one, and later.” Reaching out and grasping Pamela Mountbatten’s hand in his palm, Alan Wilson snickered softly, “Don’t get depressed in the postpartum period, then I’ll lose a lot of money.”

“I just feel a little sorry.” Pamela Mountbatten looked her husband straight in the eye, “I’ll try again later.”

Although Allen Wilson had never obviously expressed it, as a wife, how could Pamela Mountbatten not be aware of it. Her husband was wanting a male heir.

“If you keep this up, I’m going to have to reserve my words with you in the future.” Frightening his wife, who had just given birth, Alan Wilson picked up the newly born baby, the wrinkled face was not good to talk about, but it was his bloodline, and the severed affection came to him at once.

With a sister-in-law of unprecedented brightness, Princess Margaret was a little redundant at this time, and her mind chanted, “Then I go?”

The British do not have any monthly habits, Alan Wilson still feels that two days of proper rest is not a big problem, but also took the time to discuss with the team of doctors that Pamela Mountbatten had hired, to discuss how to be able to recover as soon as possible.

“Our opinion is that Mrs. Wilson needs to recuperate for three to five days, and then an exercise program to increase the body’s immunity.” The doctor brought out a form and went over it verbatim.

“Recuperate for three to five days and develop an exercise program.” Allen Wilson, who was holding a small book, recorded the doctor’s words bit by bit and then asked rhetorically, “No more?”

Then it was nothing! Allen Wilson put the small book away and pondered about the differences between Eastern and Western cultures, maybe this was another draft of a new thesis that would allow him to set up a persona.

The hypocritical colonial commissioner was not directed at anyone in terms of surface engineering. Pamela Mountbatten had been coaxed around by him at an age before she had a clear understanding of the world, let alone now.

“How is it that Pamela gave birth to a girl as if she had wronged you!” The Princess’s sister-in-law didn’t eat this up and pinched Pamela Mountbatten inquiring as to why she was like that.

“Talked about this before, but about someone else!” Alan Wilson shrugged, which was why he said that if Pamela Mountbatten was always caught up in the emotion of having a girl, he would have reservations in speaking in the future.

“You still think a boy is better.” Princess Margaret beamed, “Otherwise Pamela wouldn’t be like this.”

“Don’t give me this nonsense again.” Allen Wilson swung his slap in a familiar manner, while Princess Margaret dodged as if on reflex, one hand involuntarily touching her hip.

A hit missed, Alan Wilson is not in the victory, helplessly shaking his head into the room to accompany his wife and daughter to go.

The unfair treatment received here in the princess, he did not hide from his wife, properly a mansion’s rice is difficult to eat the nest flunky look, teasing his wife giggled, “Margaret is like this, dear, I have adjusted my mind, we will have another male heir in the future, and our daughter is also our baby.”

“If only you’d thought of it that way, consider what I said before a fart.” Alan Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.

There were times when his keyboard warrior personality might have dug an impromptu hole at some point, waiting for him down the road. In the case of the issue of patriarchy, it was while working in New Delhi that he had analyzed why this mentality had emerged.

At that time, it was just a pain in the ass, playing the keyboard warrior on a series of inheritance issues. He talked casually and Pamela Mountbatten listened casually.

It turned out that this time his wife almost got depressed herself after she gave birth to a daughter.

Now that Pamela Mountbatten has dispelled those strange thoughts, it’s good to know that during this period, Pamela Mountbatten received greetings from the royal family, nobility and business partners, and Allen Wilson also received encouragement from Whitehall.

Three days later, Pamela Mountbatten has no difference with the usual, walking around to return to business as usual, a family of three life is quite cozy, Allen Wilson fell into a blind busy again, is writing a book for his daughter to earn money for milk powder.

What he said about not talking nonsense in the future, that’s just random talk. He’s not going to change the skills a keyboard warrior relies on!

The central idea in this one is conspiracy theory, but of course the name can’t be called that! It could be called some series of books on the world’s unsolved mysteries!

Including, but not limited to, the Alien Mysteries, the Pyramid Mysteries, the Bermuda Triangle, the Crystal Skull, the Loch Ness Monster, and so on. At the age when Alan Wilson was building his view of life in the world, this collection of unsolved mysteries gave him a run for his money.

“Loch Ness? I think I’ve heard of a local water monster too!” Pamela Mountbatten saw her husband’s first draft, but did not dwell on what was true or false, anything above in like true, as long as it came out of her husband’s hands, there was no doubt that it was false.

She has followed this man for how many years, still do not understand Alan Wilson? The more prepared you are and the more you concentrate on one thing, the greater the probability of fakery.

Alan Wilson was the Under-Secretary of Whitehall, the Overseas Commissioner, and had tons of information to fake if he wanted to. Pamela Mountbatten did not doubt her husband’s expertise in counterfeiting, just counting on this set of from books to make money?

“My dear, we have to gruel the fact that in the obvious, there are far more stupid people in this world than smart people. With that clear understanding, you’ll have an answer to that question.”

Alan Wilson is confident, which is to say that Kennedy is still alive and can’t get him to consume a bit of the Kennedy family curse mystery, but a lot of other conspiracy theories have been circulating for quite some time now, and could be rounded up for him to make some milk money.

Other than that, regarding the Shennongjia savage mystery, with the way foreigners are now treated like secret agents when they enter China. Alan Wilson is not against anyone, no one knows more about the Shennongjia savages than he does.

“If you’re going to deceive people, aren’t you going to leave some photos as evidence?” Pamela Mountbatten took a forest of dozens of catalogs and pointed out the loopholes, her husband was a man with a dream, she couldn’t stop that dream, and as a wife still pointed out the places that might be torn apart.

“That’s no problem, I know some professionals.” Alan Wilson looks like he’s prepared for this, is Vivien Leigh professional enough? What about Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman? What about Hedy Lamarr?

These are all people who have been in the movie industry for a long time, as long as they have a professional team around them to operate, what kind of photo? Films are child’s play, and as for some authoritative assertions, he himself is a senior civil servant in Whitehall.

But about Alan Wilson a telegram, there are more than a dozen movie queens over to help this matter, the wife is not necessary to know, the current wife’s biggest task, is to take care of the daughter.

“Shouldn’t we give our daughter a name.” Waiting for Allen Wilson to finish the day’s work, Pamela Mountbatten only began to ask her husband’s opinion.

“Let me think!” Ellen Wilson, who pretended to have the relevant knowledge, said after pretending to be contemplative, “Honey, you’re the mother who’s still around, and I feel like I have to respect your advice.”

“What kind of name do you prefer?” Pamela Mountbatten hadn’t expected this and said with some disbelief.

“I have no problem with anything!” Alan Wilson still had that high and mighty look, chestless but justified said the way he was now.

Pamela Mountbatten Wilson, then became the name of the first daughter of the two. This name is not good, Allen Wilson actually two eyes, but after some analysis without the core idea, Pamela Mountbatten in no objection.

Concealed fluke pass, Allen Wilson directly sell color, kissed his wife on the red lips, save his wife thinking nonsense.

The next year of leisure time, Alan Wilson has set to write conspiracy theory works, the world’s unsolved mysteries series of books, London is discussing about how to make good the current London smog incident.

Adderley, and the whole of the Labor Party of ministers, came from the less upper classes, and the Labor Party had been suppressed by the Tories for years before the war, and these Labor prime ministers and super-ministers, though they had been in power for many years, were not yet wanting to go down.

A Labor government still has to run things, otherwise this is a mouthpiece for the opposition to create a talking point, even if the smog in London has been a regular occurrence for many years, and is even less to blame on the Labor government.

But in politics, good things generally don’t find their way to the people in power, and the Opposition jumps in when the slightest thing goes wrong.

Norman Brooke as cabinet secretary, fire out a program, part of which for the large-scale transformation of the city residents of traditional stoves, and gradually realize the natural gasification of residential life, reduce the amount of coal, the winter to take the central heating; in the city to establish a smoke-free zone, within the area prohibit the use of fuels that can produce smoke. Power plants and heavy industries were forced to relocate as big smokers.

At the beginning of the new year, Allen Wilson, waiting for his daughter’s full moon, received a telegram from London, which talked about, the possibility of some of the industries letting Malaya share the burden.

“Go, the country needs you!” Pamela Mountbatten, holding her daughter, spoke understandingly.

“My daughter is not yet a month old! The telegram didn’t talk about dates and wasn’t urging me to go back.” Alan Wilson flatly refused to return to London at this time, who knew if the follow-through of the smoke had dissipated by now?

Of course he could not say that he was afraid of death, only that his daughter was not full moon, and no work was more important than her full moon.