Albert stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking at Zhou Hexuan who was opening the car door, and said to Mombat: "Dicky, he...he actually said that I would be the king. It's...it's so ridiculous!"
"Is he trying to sow discord between you and Edward?" Mountbatten became wary of Zhou Hexuan.
"Or... maybe." Prince Albert felt very strange. On the one hand, he had no intention of becoming a king, but on the other hand, a certain nerve was stirred. Zhou Hexuan was the first person to say that he could be a king.
Originally, Albert wanted to keep Zhou Hexuan to discuss the art of drama together. But after those words were spoken, Albert did not dare to retain anyone. Instead, he retained Mountbatten.
Although Mountbatten cannot inherit his father's title (Duke of Germany), he has a close relationship with the British royal family and is even legally one of the presumptive heirs to the British throne. Well, if the current British king's children and granddaughters all die , Mountbatten can definitely stand up and fight for the throne.
Mountbatten is also a good friend of Prince Albert. The two have known each other since childhood, but they have not been in contact for many years. Therefore, other nobles are not very aware of this matter, and because Mountbatten married the daughter of a wealthy businessman, everyone thought that Mountbatten married the daughter of a wealthy businessman. The Patton line has completely declined.
"Don't think about what he said anymore," Mountbatten patted Albert on the shoulder, "If you feel depressed, you can serve in the navy with me. Maybe you can find the value of your existence in the military."
Albert smiled wryly and laughed at himself: "Are you going to be the captain of a ship? When we were fighting...the war, I gave the order to open fire...open fire, and the enemy's shells were all fired...over."
"Hahahaha," Mountbatten was amused, "I still have one week to go back to the Mediterranean Fleet. Take this opportunity, you have to accompany me to have fun in London. I haven't been back for four years. London."
While the two were talking, it suddenly started to rain lightly outside.
London is like this. It rains all year round, sometimes two or three times a day.
Vivien Leigh looked at the rainwater flowing down the car window and happily gestured with her fingers to hide the excitement that had not dissipated in her heart.
The mist-like drizzle shrouded the night, diluting the smoke and smoke brought by industrialization. The rain seemed to give London a sense of mystery. Zhou Hexuan rolled up the car window, stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops and said: "I don't like London. The rain is endless and not heavy, so I can't find that hearty feeling."
"I don't like it either," Vivien Leigh said with a smile. "I lived in India when I was a child. When I first came back to England, I was not used to the rainy weather all day long. So I often got wet because I always forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out. .”
Zhou Hexuan asked: "Then do you like India?"
Vivien Leigh recalled: "I don't like it very much. India is a very bad place, white people are supremacist, and the natives are like livestock. My father is just a local petty officer, but there are three servants in the family. I still vaguely remember that those Indian servants always walked with He was cautious and often bent down when talking to me. Once, I rewarded a manservant with snacks, and the manservant suddenly jumped on the ground and kissed my boots, which frightened me at the time."
"Did your father punish him?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
Vivien Leigh nodded and said: "Yes, I gave him ten lashes."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "If you are still staying in India, you should be living a very comfortable life. You can call the servants at will and live a life like a master."
"Maybe," Vivien Leigh suddenly asked, "What about China? I once heard someone say that China is even more backward than India."
Zhou Hexuan said: "Seeing is believing, you can go to China someday."
Vivien Leigh suddenly laughed and said: "In my imagination, China should be a magical country, so that wonderful people like Mr. Zhou can appear."
"Am I amazing?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
"Of course," Vivien Leigh said with admiration in her tone, "You can write a classic love story like "Titanic", your research on Shakespeare's plays is admired by everyone, and you can repel high-ranking nobles in just a few words. It doesn't seem to be a big deal.
, something you can’t do, it’s the first time I’ve met such an outstanding man like you.”
"Haha, you are very good at complimenting people." Zhou Hexuan was quite pleased with this.
While the two were chatting, the car quickly drove to the Royal College of Art. Vivien Leigh looked at the closed school gate and exclaimed: "Oops, we came back too late and can't get in."
"Otherwise," Zhou Hexuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you to the hotel."
Vivien Leigh lowered her head and said: "This is the only way."
The car drove two blocks to the hotel where Zhou Hexuan was staying, and successfully added a room.
"I live next door. If you need anything, just call me." Zhou Hexuan sent Vivien Leigh to the door of the room.
The lights in the corridor were very dim. Seeing that Sun Yongzhen had left, Vivien Leigh suddenly plucked up the courage and said, "How about you come in and sit down."
Zhou Hexuan was a little entangled. He didn't want to provoke women anymore, but the beauty in front of him was as famous as Hepburn. It was inevitable that he would have thoughts of cheating. If he didn't do something, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
In Freud's professional terms, Zhou Hexuan's "id" finally defeated the "ego" and "superego". His reason and morality faded at a specific time and in a specific environment, and instinctive desires took over the body.
of control.
"boom!"
The door was closed by Zhou Hexuan, and Vivien Leigh didn't even have time to speak before Zhou Hexuan fiercely held her back and kissed her forcefully.
"Well!"
Vivien Leigh's eyes widened in panic. Although she also wanted to have further contact with Zhou Hexuan, the current development was too fast, completely beyond her expectation.
Vivien Leigh resisted at first and kept pushing and struggling, but she soon gave up this useless resistance and closed her eyes to enjoy it. It wasn't until she was pushed onto the bed by the man that she realized that her belt had been untied.
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"I'll go, this piece of shit!"
Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but curse in Chinese. Vivien Leigh's clothes were actually tied with a waistband. No matter how "good at understanding people's clothes" he was, he couldn't get them off for a while.
"Pfft!"
Vivien Leigh, who was originally embarrassed, angry and emotionally moved, suddenly laughed out loud when she saw this situation, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's hand and said: "Let's solve this first, and take your time."
When these words came out, Vivien Leigh turned red instantly and secretly cursed herself for being too wanton. How could she do such a thing?
Unfortunately, it was too late to regret it. Mr. Zhou was very inquisitive and managed to make a girdle that he had never seen before in minutes. Vivien Leigh was so embarrassed that she went to bed and did not dare to speak anymore. She clumsily accepted the man's violation, with a hint of panic.
Feeling of excitement.
The light rain outside has stopped, but a violent storm has broken out inside the room.
