Arthur's Football

After Manchester United updated Arthur's contract renewal information simultaneously on the official website and various social networks, countless media cursed in their hearts——

Fuck ah ah ah ah ah!I thought why we stayed at Carrington so early in the morning, it was just because of the first-hand news that Arthur was going to renew his contract, and now I just want to eat the leftovers of soup, think about how sad it is!

But this didn't affect them at all while crying and filming, and after Arthur returned to the manor, they stayed in the manor and continued to guard.

Of course Arthur didn't know that his Kaka Papa was heartbroken, and he saw his mother when he got home.

As a painter, Grace and Arthur don't have much time to meet, but for Arthur's education, in Andre's eyes, she has done more and better than the spoiled Victor.

This lady and Mrs. Cavendish contributed a lot to Arthur's smooth journey to the present!Without them, letting Victor do it by himself... would be a disaster!

There is no doubt about the relationship between Arthur and his mother. This is reflected in the fact that after he saw his mother, he let her kiss and hug him and touch his little dick, which made Victor and Eve very jealous.And Arthur's little nephew Cyril was taking a nap, but after the servant notified his uncle's return immediately, he ran downstairs wearing Arthur's cute girly slippers.

"Uncle!" Cyril looked at Arthur with twinkling stars in his eyes, "Uncle, I joined the football team!"

Arthur saw that Cyril also showed a smile, and he let Cyril throw himself into his arms, but the boy's development was a bit slow, although he was full of momentum, Arthur, who had long been used to it, only used a small Skills, let him sit obediently next to him, and then chirped: "Happy birthday uncle! I have prepared a gift for you! I made it myself!"

"Do it by hand?" This aroused Arthur's curiosity. He loves to do small handicrafts. When he was a child, he was fooled by his sister to make small coats and skirts for puppets.

Self-proclaimed master of handicrafts, he was looking forward to his nephew's gift.

Cyril: "(*^▽^*) I made a small handmade soccer ball! I'll show it to you!"

As he said that, he was about to run upstairs, which made his father, who was watching the show, complain about him immediately: "Hey, I thought you would bring him down to show off right away."

"Honestly, son, does your handicraft teacher know football?" Eve looked at her son suspiciously.

My gift is the best!

Cyril glanced at his father, then at his mother, snorted, then quickly smacked his uncle's face, and ran upstairs.

Arthur looked innocently at his brother-in-law and sister.

Reinhardt smiled. He has long been used to the style of a son having an uncle but not a father. He smiled and said, "I saw the news, congratulations."

Victor also knew the news immediately. He looked at his son jealously: "I heard that Kaka negotiated the contract for you? This Brazilian is really lenient."

Arthur thought of Kaka and the male god fighting for him and the BOSS, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, "Riccardo is very powerful."

Victor held back so he didn't complain——

Smash it!Do you remember?Your father is also very good, at least I am also a professional in reading contracts!

After Cyril hugged the small handmade football, Arthur looked at it seriously, and then praised the little guy for his good craftsmanship.

Cyril was proud of this, "I have disassembled several handmade footballs!"

In fact, several of them were scrapped, but he wouldn't say such a thing!

"I like it very much." Arthur stroked his hair. He rarely touched Cyril's little head hair, but the kid inherited the Wellesley family's blond hair and looked like his and his father. exactly the same.

He can't touch his father's hair, but it's okay to experience the feel of Cyril's hair.

I am an elder.

Cyril's eyes are wide open, he hasn't drawn yet, so his cheeks are a little sensual, he looks like a cat boy, very cute (∩???∩).

When Arthur thought of this, he took out his mobile phone without hesitation, and then, under the gaze of the whole family "(⊙_⊙)", he hugged his cute little nephew and prepared to take a group photo.

Victor: My son was "brought up," I'm pretty sure.

Cyril felt that the surprise fell from the sky, and then his uncle's hand that was about to press the shutter button stopped and put down the phone.

Cyrillic:……? ? ?

Then he found that his uncle told the housekeeper that he needed a rubber band, and the boy's eyes turned into round cat's eyes again, so satisfied!

Uncle's same hairstyle!

oooooooo!

Arthur has done a good job recently, and he quickly fixed it for his nephew. When he saw him again, he was very satisfied, and then he raised his phone and clicked a picture.

Victor looked at Arthur and his grandson with sad eyes and said, "I also want to take a photo together, and I only want to kiss—uh, I just want to kiss!"

Arthur glanced at his father.

It’s fine if you start surfing the Internet secretly, we all pretend we don’t know about it.But please don't mess with Internet slang, it's very hard for everyone to keep their expressions.

You are not a baby after all.

But he still satisfied Victor.

He loves him.

【Arthur: Arrived home. [Group photo 1.jpg][Group photo 2.jpg]]

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa!The Duke is the winner in life!

--my husband!My son smashed it!My grandson!

——Every time I feel that the white people are getting old and come to comfort me, I see the Duke's strength in the face...

——Hey, little angel Cyril and little angel Arthur are so beautiful together!The Duke was so happy to be kissed at the same time!

——You say, if I ask a big brother to help me get rid of the Duke...

——←_←Upstairs you will be spoiled!But I am a boss myself, so I will do it myself!

Ooooooooooooooo!

Cyril was satisfied in his heart, and he looked at his uncle staringly: "Uncle, can we go to sleep together?"

In fact, he really wanted to call Arthur's name directly, but since they were always misunderstood as brothers by the audience next to them when they went out to watch concerts or football games together several times, Arthur didn't allow it.

Arthur seldom refused the little nephew's requests, which made Cyril proudly look at his mother, kissed his grandparents, and triumphantly abducted his uncle.

After their figures, one big and one small, disappeared on the stairs, Victor looked away and said with some regret, "So much time has passed."

He was so afraid of losing his 18-year-old son again.

Grace patted him on the shoulder, Victor looked at her, and the two looked at each other and smiled, filled with emotion.

After taking a nap, Arthur first went to greet Mrs. Cavendish. She also took a nap and saw her little sweetheart just after waking up, so she smiled and waved to him, "Come here, baby."

When they were alone, the lady made no secret of her doting on Arthur.

"Are you okay?" Arthur looked at her with some concern, "I read your latest medical report—"

"Baby, you know, I'm getting old, I'm getting old, and all kinds of problems are always coming out, just like an aging machine." Mrs. Cavendish patted his hand and said with a smile: " You don't need to worry about me, I'm fine. If there's anything wrong, it's the law of nature, and no one can escape or avoid it." Her gray-blue eyes seemed to repel people thousands of miles away. When looking at Arthur, the unique pampering.

"If one day you lose me, you will still remember every moment we spent together, right?"

Arthur felt sorry for himself—

He should be very sad!

But his eyes were not sore, because of the inability to control himself in his infancy, and the tears caused by his physiology, he couldn't express his emotions with tears. He just looked at the old man and wanted to tell her that this was the second time he heard He heard this sentence, but he didn't want to witness it a second time.

Does rebirth really matter to me?

I can't even avoid the person I "love" from losing warmth in my hands a little bit.

"Maybe it will be good news? My Alter." Mrs. Cavendish couldn't bear the way Arthur looked at her. She was very heartbroken. Even those treatments that brought her didn't have Arthur looking at her like this The eyes hurt her.

My Art, do you know how much I feel sorry for you now?

She embraced Arthur and held him in her arms, as if she was teaching him to walk without letting go, but when he fell down and cried without knowing it.It was like when he had a verbal dispute with other children and was pushed down and told him that it was not a gentleman's words and deeds, but he saw his eyes.

She wanted to tell Arthur—

Art, my little baby, you haven't grown up yet, how could I leave?

She is a strong woman, childless, widowed for decades, and has been criticized for being eccentric, arrogant, and withdrawn, and it has never had any influence on her.

Now she still chooses to be strong, because she wants to teach her little baby, if one day encounters such a thing, what kind of demeanor should be used to face it. A real gentleman should face all kinds of wind and rain.

She Arthur told her about the last two weeks at Manchester United, listening to him talking about Ronaldo, listening to him talking about Kaka, listening to him talking about the captain, listening to him talking about David who changed his hairstyle, listening to him saying today Carrington saw lovely fans.

She smiled and listened, and occasionally commented——

"Your teammates love you."

"I like this hairstyle very much."

Because it's cute.

"Cristiano is a good example. You did the right thing today. It is a good choice to imitate him. But you also have to learn from other teammates, such as your captain."

"I'm looking forward to the national team game in a few days."

"I will try my best to impress Mr. Capello." Arthur muffled in her arms.

"Of course, of course you will be the best." Mrs. Cavendish smiled. "I wait for you to bring glory to England."

"I can."

Mrs. Cavendish patted him again in response.

Of course she knew her little one would do it, and she said slowly, "I'm actually glad you're a player, more than anything else."

"Why?" Arthur raised his head from her arms to look at her, the curiosity and innocence in his eyes remained the same since childhood.

"That's the answer you know." She smiled. "Victor participated in the Falklands War when he served in the navy, but I don't think there is any glory in that. After all, we lost the Hercules Cup. I think for As far as the nationals are concerned, they are more eager for the Hercules Cup than the Falkland Islands."

The wise lady blinked, "Don't tell him I think so about his medal that looks like a baby egg."

Arthur smiled.

But he also immediately restrained his smile, "I will do my best, ma'am."

Mrs. Cavendish smiled. She thought that when that day came, she would witness, and maybe she could still see the queen honoring Arthur because of the glory he brought to Great Britain.

"Okay." She touched Arthur's little toe and smiled, "Let's go have afternoon tea, they should be waiting for us."

For her who sticks to the tradition, at this time, nothing is more important than sharing afternoon tea with her baby.

When they gathered together in the flower hall, drinking afternoon tea, the ladies discussed Arthur's dress today and the arrangements for the guests, while the men happily discussed the horse race.

Clarence stood quietly in his own place, watching all this.

He is already looking forward to next year, to his little master slowly ushering in the real coming-of-age ceremony.

That will be his most important battlefield!Of course, tonight's is just as important.

The author has something to say: I ran for a day today, there should be two and three more updates, write as much as possible QAQ

In fact, updating this thing depends on the number of words, why should I say it?

Don't you want you to praise me: 【Big, great~(?≧3≦)? ⌒☆Double update!It’s actually three more (∩???∩)】

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