Chapter 470： He must take off!

The five-storey building where the administrative office area of ​​Stamford Bridge Stadium came in was at the gate. Yang Cheng entered the administrative area and was immediately noticed by countless office staff on the spot. He looked up one by one and looked at him dumbfounded.

Why is this guy here?

A ridiculous idea appeared in his head, wouldn't he be going to Chelsea?

Some people even secretly thought Mourinho was worthless. The unlucky Portuguese lost a game and even lost their coaching position. As for what?

However, when I saw Mourinho coming over with a sullen face, I immediately understood that this was not the case!

Feeling Mourinho's expression and eyes, the staff looked down one by one.

Instead, Yang Cheng followed Mourinho boldly and walked to his office.

"Haha, Caesar, welcome!" Kenyon chased from behind with a smile. He obviously heard the wind.

"Hello. Xzsj8., Peter!" Yang Cheng and Kenyon are no strangers.

Kenyon seems to be a passionate partner, holding Yang Cheng's hand, "I heard that you have an appointment with Jose to drink together, just right, but I always wanted to have the opportunity to be with you.xzsj8.Good Chat. "

After a pause, Kenyon looked at Mourinho, "José, my office specially stores a bottle of 82-year-old wine from France. Give me a chance to gather in my office. How? "He didn't believe Mourinho would reject his favor.

Mourinho is now having a headache about how to smooth this **** Caesar. Of course, when he heard this suggestion, there was no problem.

Yang Cheng lamented, it seemed that Mourinho's face would be lost. This time it was no good, and he swearing at this **** Kenyon, why is it so coincident?

drink?

Just kidding, Yang Cheng didn't drink enough. He drank a bit casually and immediately found an excuse to quit.

If you really stay and drink more, then it ’s not a place to smash someone else, it ’s a place to smash yourself.

He absolutely believes that Mourinho and Chelsea will be happy to see Yang Cheng appear drunk in front of journalists and media around the world, which will definitely be a big news.

Looking at Yang Cheng's back, Kenyon put down a glass of red wine in his hand and smiled slightly.

"He was deliberately angry with you!" Kenyon said.

Mourinho sullenly nodded, "I know!"

What is Xiawei?

This is Mawei!

Ferguson often did this kind of thing, won the ball, took the opportunity to ridicule you, and then waited for the next time to meet, it will inevitably leave a little pimple shadow or something, it is more convenient to fight.

"So, it's best not to be angry!" Kenyon laughed, but he was used to Ferguson's tricks.

It was just that Yang Cheng used it, but it seemed to be higher and deeper than Ferguson. At least Kenyon could see that Mourinho said on the surface that it was okay, saying that he knew, but in fact, he was unconsciously affected by Yang Cheng.

To apply Ferguson's words, give him a gun and a bullet at this moment, he will kill Yang Cheng without hesitation!

"The boss watched the game and was very unhappy, but finally accepted my explanation. At the same time, we also worked out a plan for signing up during the winter break. I hope you have time to give me a list and plan to facilitate our operation as soon as possible. . "

Kenyon spoke, truncated the beginning and the tail, but left the middle, and said Abramovich's decision as if it were the benefits he had fought for Mourinho.

"Hmm!" Mourinho's face didn't change, he answered.

"Hard work, Jose!" Kenyon smiled and patted Mourinho's shoulder, a pair of superior leaders wěn.

Mourinho stood up directly, freed his hand from the situation, "I'm going back!", And then walked out of Kenyon's office without saying anything.

Kenyon looked at his hand in the air, and then looked at Mourinho's back, and there was a trace of anger in his heart. "It's really a arrogant guy, won't you even say thank you?" "

A winning streak will cover up many problems and contradictions of a team, but this does not mean that the problems and contradictions do not exist. On the contrary, these problems and contradictions will accumulate as the victory continues, and one day will erupt .

Today, a crucial fiasco is only to show the contradictions and problems a little.

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After playing Chelsea, the team won the two-week national team match day.

Yang Cheng also won a breath. In addition to the internationals reporting to the national team, the team suspended training for one day, so that everyone can take a good rest.

As in the morning of all holidays, Yang Cheng still got up early, then ran in the community, returned home, took a cold shower, and finally came out comfortably sitting in front of the dining table, reading the newspaper while having breakfast.

Without exception, all the reports are about Liverpool's 2-0 away game against Chelsea last night. All praise is undoubtedly, I can't wait to take Liverpool to heaven.

"Uncle Cheng, are you listening to me?" Natalie grabbed the newspaper in his hand.

"Ah? What did you say?" Yang Cheng didn't hear clearly.

Natalie slapped her forehead vigorously, an expression that I really lost to you, and then knocked on the two tickets on the table, "I ask you, do you want to go to London to watch Avril's concert!"

"The concert, I don't know if I have time!" Yang Cheng said perfunctoryly, and then grabbed the newspaper.

"But I want to go!" Natalie looked innocent, as if asking for help.

Yang Cheng immediately smiled, "Then you go, I sponsor you to London."

"I want you to accompany me!" Natalie replied immediately, a little nervous in her heart.

"Uh ..." Yang Cheng's mind turned sharply, looking for an excuse.

"Don't say no!" Natalie turned out to be unpretentious this time and became very active, even a bit domineering.

Looking at her eyes, Yang Cheng shook his head and sighed, really spoiling her.

"Yeah, I know that Uncle Cheng hurts me the most!" Natalie grinned, wěn a sip on Yang Cheng's face, and ran into her room, saying she was going to call.

Yang Cheng mō looked a little strange in his face, as if there was still temperature, and he secretly thought: Why are the little girls so active now? Do they really think that they are a carefree Liu Xiahui?

No, I am also a normal man, or a 32-year-old man, just like a wolf!

Never seduce me to commit a crime, Amen!

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For the next few days, Yang Cheng was at the training ground and at home.

Although the first team was suspended from training, he was much more busy. For example, Davis and others resumed training, but the team added a few new wounded people. These **** national teams did not stop tossing.

But in order to fulfill his promise, he still accompanied Natalie to London to listen to Avril's concert.

This concert was scheduled to take place at the Wembley Stadium, which has not yet been completed. This stadium was just overthrown and rebuilt last year. Now that a year has passed, the stands and frames have been completed, but there is a lack of funds to continue. In terms of renting out concerts or other activities to earn some expenses, they are also raising funds around.

Avril gave the friendship ticket, which was in the front row. Yang Cheng and Natalie were not conspicuous on the black méngméng concert stand, but she recognized it at a glance, and the whole concert continued to come down. Eye-catching, making an expression, made Natalie laugh.

Yang Cheng felt puzzled when he looked aside. Why do these two ghost girls look familiar?

At the end of the whole concert, Yang Cheng and Natalie went to the backstage specially, chatting with Avril for a while, and then the two girls walked aside and said a lot of whispers. They didn't know what they were doing.

"How do you seem to be familiar with Avril Lavigne?" On the train back to Liverpool, Yang Cheng couldn't help but ask this question. After all, he accompanied her to London to watch a concert so far. Understand it.

Natalie gave Yang Cheng a giggling glance, but gave no answer.

Yang Cheng didn't ask, but he thought to myself, can your little girl film still hide secrets?

Not to mention, Yang Cheng ’s impression of Natalie remained in the distant years, the image of the little Loli who was waiting for the car alone in the cold night, but in fact, Natalie has grown up, not long ago. That little girl.

"Uncle Cheng, remember that year in Leipzig?" Natalie asked, her thoughts flying away a long, long time ago.

"It was the train ticket that you helped me back to Frankfurt from Leipzig. It was also by train, as now, and Tim, he was sitting opposite." She seemed very excited to recall that year.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, but wondered in her heart. Why did she call herself Uncle, but Tim Hank called his name directly? Isn't it clear that I am getting old?

Just when he was thinking, he saw Natalie rubbing her shoulders and arms, obviously a little cold.

The train went all the way north, plus it was already mid-October, and cold was normal.

"I'm telling you to wear some more clothes when you go out, don't listen!" Yang Cheng complained, but she still cherished her. She should take off her coat and put on her. But she saw her sideways and smiled. I knew immediately what was going on.

Natalie was really happy, just in the background, Avril secretly grabbed her to teach her a trick, that is, pretend to be cold on the road, and then let him undress to come to a classic bridge of flower guards.

"Nine and a half of the ten men can't resist the offensive of the weak woman. Believe me, he must take off!" At that time, Avril vigorously patted her full xiōng preserved.

The progress of the plan was also smooth. She saw that Yang Cheng was going to take off her clothes. She was sweet in her heart. She felt that Uncle Cheng was still hurting herself. For this, she laughed happily, but turned her head again, but found Her clothes were not taken off, and her **** uncle Cheng was pretending to sleep.

"Uncle Cheng!" Natalie shook Yang Cheng's hand.

"Ah?" Yang Cheng answered weakly.

Pretend! It's too much!

Natalie's heart lit up, but she didn't break it, "I'm a little cold!"

"Yeah, the further north, the lower the temperature, bear with it, and you will arrive home immediately." Yang Cheng said.

Natalie wants to cry, what does it mean to be home with forbearance?

"Your sweater is warm, too, and there is cotton in it!" Natalie hinted.

"It's not warm, but it still feels cold!" Yang Cheng really did a few rubbing movements, what the hell.

Natalie really wanted to cry, she said so clearly, didn't he understand?

"Uncle Cheng, don't you think that you should show your gentlemanship at this time?" She said bluntly, you shouldn't be so thick-skinned?

Yang Cheng opened his eyes, er, for a long time, "but ... I take it off for you, what should I do if I'm cold?"

After a pause, Yang Cheng slapped Natalie's shoulder with a smile, a shameless invincible uncle's expression, "You are still young, Natalie, good health, strong resistance, it's okay to endure the cold Uncle Cheng, I ’m old and have weak resistance. If there is a cold or something, I ’m afraid I ca n’t afford it. ”

It ’s like saying ** ten year old grandpa.

Natalie snorted angrily, turned her head, and simply looked out of the car window, with an invisible sight, she knew in her heart that her little trick had been seen by Yang Cheng, and the more she thought, the more funny she felt. Live giggling.

Yang Cheng couldn't hold back, was infected, and also laughed.

"You are too bad, Uncle Cheng, can't tease me like this!" Natalie complained.

"Wow, don't you want to trick me?" He didn't dare to seduce or something, it was too sensitive.

Natalie pouted, stared at Yang Cheng, and hummed a few times.

But at this moment, she suddenly couldn't hold back and sneezed directly.

This one is true, and it looks a bit cold.

Yang Cheng took a look and knew that it wasn't pretended. He immediately took off his sweater and complained, "If you say you are asked to bring more clothes, you won't refuse. You'll forget it if you die!" A typical knife mouth tofu heart.

A warm sweater was put on Natalie. Yang Cheng was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"Let's wear it, Uncle Cheng, I'm not cold!" .