olympian big player

Chapter 137 136 - Stamford Bridge - 3
Abu didn't just stay. After chatting with Bu Zelu for a while, he chatted with other people in the box for a while before leaving with excuses.

He is the boss here, and besides, there are young people here, and Abu does not spoil everyone's interest. After greeting everyone, he went to work on his own affairs.

Every game is a place to meet friends and deepen the intersection. Each box has various tasks. As a senior social circle dedicated to the nobles, Abu can spare time to chat with these celebrities. This is his demeanor.

and communicative skills.

The game has started, but is the game important to everyone?

It doesn't matter at all, everyone met through friends of friends, each found a different new friend to chat with, maybe a spark of getting rich might collide, of course, it could also be a spark of a man and a woman.

'May I treat you to dinner after the game? ''I apologize, can't I apologize for what happened last time?I sincerely apologize to you, you can't let me apologize to you here, anyway, I am also a star, at most I can apologize to you in private, okay? '

'Is your throat really okay?I know a doctor who specializes in dentistry. He is a professor at Oxford Medical School. How about I make an appointment with him? '

'Hmph, stingy man, go to hell! '

Bu Zelu flipped through the information on the phone and stopped paying attention. Instead, he started chatting with a female companion in front of him.

This was introduced to him by Nadal, who agreed to introduce him to a female companion today.

'Rafael, what's the situation with this girl, is it your friend or not? Bu Zelu edited a text message and sent it to Rafael.

Nadal understands in no time' Be careful, this is not an ordinary woman, she is looking for a significant other, I thought you just wanted to chat, please, please make it clear. '

'Does that mean you have experience in this field?Throw a big party next time! Bu Zelu hurriedly sent a text message.

'I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, my God, you are an athlete, don't let me remind you, cigarettes, alcohol, women, are you going to heaven? 'Rafael Nadal said this because he regarded Bu Zelu as a friend.

Sometimes people are like this, in a few words you can find who you can chat with and who you can't teach.In the past, Bu Zelu felt that he and Djokovic might become friends, but the intersection of the two is only better than ordinary players.

At least they know each other, they meet each other to say hello and ask how they are doing, and with the blessing of the traditional friendship between China and Serbia, but there is no way, now I find that the two are colleagues in the same company, but Nadal is a very good guy.

'Hey, my friend, you are my enemy, shouldn't you encourage me to degenerate?Such a party is so boring, I can only watch but not be happy! Bu Zelu sent another text message.

'Yes, enemy, drink you to death, lest you follow me to grab the next Wimbledon championship. 'Nadal's message came again.

Bu Zelu smiled and continued to chat with the beautiful woman in front of him. Now the two of them were already tightly together watching the live broadcast of the game on TV.

Yes, they were in the box, and they could have a panoramic view of the entire Stamford Bridge Stadium just by standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, but these people were sitting on the surrounding sofas chatting quietly, drinking various drinks and watching live TV.

After the first half of the game, Bu Zelu had already stood up and walked out of the box with the girls beside him, especially Bu Zelu gave Nadal a wink and hurriedly followed out.

"If you don't chase after her, you will be snatched away by Annie." Mia bumped into Emma beside her.

"Why are you chasing after me? I don't like such a superficial man. We are lagging behind now, okay? This is the second round." Emma frowned and said.

"Then it's okay to go to the bathroom with me." Mia said amusedly, but she saw that Emma spent almost all her time on Bu Zelu.

Emma thought about it for a while, anyway, it was an intermission, she nodded, took her handbag, said hello to Mia, and left the box.

"Okay, let's go, if you don't go, you really can't catch up!" Mia came to the elevator door, pushed Emma and said funny.

"I just went to the car to touch up my makeup!" Emma said unwillingly, pouted.

"Yes, yes, don't call me. I have a date tonight. Of course, I will tell Rafael for him. He will not go to the dinner tonight." Mia and Nadal were very happy. They are friends, mainly because her current boyfriend and Nadal are very good friends.

At this time, Bu Zelu, who had just arrived at the parking lot in the elevator, led Annie to the side of his car, chatting about some tennis anecdotes from time to time.

"Sorry, I forgot to clean up!" Bu Zelu pulled away the co-pilot in a gentlemanly manner, only to find that half a hamburger and a bottle of Coke in a paper cup were still thrown on the chair.

"It seems that you are really here alone!" Annie didn't mind letting Bu Zelu take out the co-pilot's junk snacks.

If it was another person, Anne might just ask the other party to send her home. A man who drives a big bull Gallardo but eats the cheapest hamburger and coke, this kind of man is probably a fake rich man, and you can see it from the details of life identify as a person.

But what about Buzelu?A well-known athlete in the world has just won the French Open championship, and the price alone is nearly 200 million euros. This is a super potential stock.

In the whole box, in Annie's eyes, Bu Zelu is really like what the media relied on, full of personality, maybe it looks out of place in the eyes of others, but in Annie's eyes, Bu Zelu is free and easy, humorous, real, and not hypocritical at all man.

"I'm sorry, let me go." As soon as the co-pilot was packed, Annie heard a voice and then the whole person was pushed away. She looked closely again and it turned out to be Emma.

Annie has a lot of competitors in the whole box, but she never takes Emma seriously. This woman is not an ordinary person. She has high eyesight. She rejected the prince's pursuit. How could she fall in love with such an athlete as Bu Zelu? .

In terms of net worth alone, Bu Zelu might not even have half of her.

Bu Zelu frowned and was about to say something when he suddenly found Emma shaking his phone at him, and suddenly remembered that this woman seemed to have taken a photo of him when she was leaving.

But the next moment he grinned and smiled.

"Sorry, Annie, next time we are on a date, Emma and I have something to talk about." Bu Zelu directly closed the scissor door.

"It's okay, remember to call me, I just happened to be a little tired, so I'll go home first." Annie nodded.

Bu Zelu quickly got into the driver's seat. This opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With a foot on the floor, he released the handbrake, turned the direction gracefully on the spot, and rushed out of the underground parking lot with the bang of the accelerator.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he glanced at the long skirt in the rearview mirror that was blown up by the wind from the car, and rushed out of the underground parking lot in an instant.

"Hey, hey, you're crazy, drive slowly!" Emma put on her seat belt in panic.

"Don't worry, my technique is very good, and I've been drinking, so I won't speed too much!" Bu Zelu turned his head and looked at Emma, ​​the co-pilot, with a gentle smile.

"You, I'm going to get out of the car!" Emma suddenly understood that this bastard wanted to take revenge on herself. How did she punish the other party back then? Wasn't this a sheep in the mouth of a tiger? She understood in an instant.

"Understood, it's late! Hmph, today I'll let you taste what shame is!" Bu Zelu laughed and stomped on the floor.

"You, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, okay? You drive slowly, don't cause trouble, can we find a place to talk?" Emma was scared, mainly because of Bu Zelu's driving skills, this guy couldn't see Is there a red light ahead, and don't look at the road "Red light, red light, there is a red light ahead."

Bu Zelu didn't let go of the accelerator at all, and didn't slam the brakes until the zebra crossing.

"Fast and Furious 2, is it exciting?" Bu Zelu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Emma's eyes suddenly widened and she thought about the scene just now. Isn't this the technique used by Paul in the movie when he picked up girls?Seeing her not looking at the red light, she slammed on the brakes.

"you……"

After only three seconds of handsomeness, Bu Zelu had already noticed a traffic policeman riding a motorcycle coming around from the side and motioned for him to pull over.

"Damn it, it's the traffic police, hurry up and change, you're drunk!" Emma panicked and prepared to exchange places with Bu Zelu.

"Stupid, you can't see the camera on it!" Bu Zelu pointed to the machine above the traffic light. This is near Stamford Bridge. The population density here is very high before and after each game, so the traffic control here is very strict.

At the same time, in order to avoid mass incidents among fans who drink too much, these monitoring tools are the best evidence collection tools.

"Then... idiot, you are dead, you will be the headline tomorrow!" Emma said angrily.

"And you!" Bu Zelu followed the traffic policeman through the intersection slowly after the red light turned green.

"Speed ​​up, get rid of him, you can do it with such good driving skills!" Emma said suddenly.

"It seems silly, it's really acting in a movie, don't you know how crowded the nearby blocks are, and you still have time to escape, next time I catch you, you will die!" Bu Zelu looked at Passing the crossroads, he directly squeezed Emma's chin and said threateningly.

"You'd better take care of yourself!" Emma turned her head and shook off Bu Zelu's hand, quickly putting on a disguise.

Baseball cap, sunglasses, and hair pulled down. As a public figure, these things are always on her body. Although she is now away from the entertainment industry and studying in the United States, her popularity has never weakened.

Check your license and get out of the car!

There is no way that Bu Zelu smells strongly of alcohol.

"Bu Zelu?" The traffic policeman looked at the other party's ID card. Although he didn't bring a passport, he still had an ID card, and the Xiangjiang ID card was in both Chinese and English.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I wasn't speeding just now, I just took a girl with me, you know." Bu Zelu shrugged and said.

"You performed really well at the French Open, but according to the rules, I still have to carry out an alcohol test on you." The traffic policeman said with a smile.

"Of course, in fact, I didn't drink. It's just that my companion drank a lot, so he smelled." Bu Zelu said, taking the alcohol tester handed over by the other party and starting to conduct a breath test.

(End of this chapter)