[football] walk side by side

"Cristiano," Jorge finally couldn't bear to interrupt him when Manchester United No. [-] stood alone at the airport, trying to circle the route he was walking around for the eighth time: "Why can't you sit Come down and wait patiently? - I think I need to remind you that a dozen people have been attracted by your nervous movements so far. Considering that you just won Chelsea, you want to be attracted by Chelsea fans in London. Did they find out and beat them up?"

Cristiano had no choice but to sit down resentfully.

But couldn't sit still.

Jorge watched the child Cristiano ADHD move around on the stool, looking left and right, and sighed for the one hundred and first time.

God bless, it's best that they won't be recognized by any paparazzi - otherwise, the cool image that Manchester United's No. [-] has managed to create with this season's strong record will probably be wiped out, right?

Fortunately, Cyril's flight arrived at the airport on time half an hour after they arrived at the airport.

Jorge, who no longer has to worry about being recognized and his star image, was finally relieved. The only thing that made him look a little unsightly was that since the airport announced the news that the plane was about to arrive, Cristiano’s anxiety was inexplicable. After going up a step, if Jorge hadn't grabbed him firmly and wouldn't let him go, Jorge really couldn't guarantee that the other party would rush into the high-risk area closer to the exit.

Or... turn around and run?

Jorge felt a little strange, but the manager who rarely misread Cristiano's thoughts had a certain degree of confidence in his own judgment ability-like now, Cristiano clearly had a kind of desire to see Cyril immediately The eagerness, and the anxiety of wanting to turn around and leave.

He can understand the former. His best friend who was still alive and dead half a day ago is about to appear in front of him. Jorge would be looking forward to it. In fact, he also wants to make sure that Cyril is safe, even though the other party said that he is fine. , but who knows if they have lied to comfort them?

But... Jorge frowned, and glanced suspiciously at the fidgeting Cristiano.

Why the anxiety of wanting to turn around and run away?Could it be that the two had a quarrel before Cyril's accident, and Cristiano felt embarrassed?Jorge was thinking wildly in his heart, but he didn't take it too seriously. Although Cyril and Cristiano had a good relationship, they would quarrel occasionally. It was probably because they had an awkward relationship the last time they contacted, so Cristiano Arno is so weird...

While he was holding down Cristiano and thinking about it, Cyril also came out from the exit.

Under Jorge's initiative to wave his hand, Cyril quickly found the location of the two and walked towards them.At the same time, Jorge clearly felt that Cristiano, who was held down by him, froze obviously, and then slowly turned his head as if he had made a big decision.

When Cyril walked up to the two of them, Jorge was about to pull the man up and down to check, but Cristiano hugged Cyril faster than him, as if using The body temperature confirms the existence of the other party as well.Cyril was stunned for a while, then quickly reached out and patted Cristiano's back comfortingly.

"Look, I'm really fine." He repeated in a relaxed tone.

Cristiano lowered his eyes and rubbed his head lightly without making a sound.

Although thinking of the conversation between the two before they broke off contact, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​looking forward to and wanting to escape, but he found that when Cyril really appeared in front of him unharmed, the first In the end, what came to his mind was the joy of Cyril's safe return.

As long as this person is still standing in front of him, other things... don't care.

Beside the two of them, Jorge frowned inconceivably.

... After all, they are the best friends, and it is inevitable to be excited for a while... Jorge suppressed the weird feeling in his heart, thinking of self-excusation, and clapped his palms to draw the two people's attention All attracted.

"Okay, Cristiano, let go of Cyril soon, you are already eye-catching enough, don't attract the attention of the media too much, you can hug as long as you want later, but not now." This sentence is aimed at Cristiano Nuo said.

Throwing away these words, Jorge turned to look at Cyril again, with an unquestionable tone: "I made an appointment for you to have a full-body examination before coming here—don't tell me you're fine, I only trust the doctor's judgment." Having said that, he paused, and looked down at the clock on his wrist: "It's still half an hour before my appointment with the doctor. It's not too late, we have to go there immediately."

When he heard that he was going to send Cyril for a physical examination, Cristiano immediately let him go very cooperatively, and joined Jorge's camp without hesitation, and repeated with a serious face: "Cyril, the hospital. "

Of course, Cyril would not have any objection to this, although he was very aware of his body, but at this time the European Cup is coming, a full body check is still necessary.

The whole inspection process took a lot of time, but fortunately, everyone got a result that made everyone breathe a sigh of relief - he was fine, he was alive and well, and he was completely able to participate in this year's European Cup. His physical condition is very good.

After the inspection, the three went directly to Cyril's residence in London.

Cyril took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. Cristiano subconsciously glanced into the room, as if he knew what he was worried about. Cyril smiled and explained: "There is no one in the room now, because I am worried about you I am in a hurry, I will come back first, my mother is still in Beijing, she has other things to deal with."

While speaking, he entered the room first and turned on the light in the living room.

When Cyril arrived at the airport, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, plus the time for the body check, when the three of them stood in the living room, the sky outside had gradually darkened.

"It's getting late, I'm going to tidy up the guest room, do you want to rest overnight and leave tomorrow morning?"

Of course, Cristiano agreed with all his heart, and Jorge was not too impressed. He just hesitated for a while, and then nodded readily.

Although you should be able to find a hotel near Cyril's house, after such a busy and frightening day, once you feel relieved at this moment, you will feel a deep sense of exhaustion. Even Jorge is unwilling to toss any more at this moment.

After deciding on the accommodation issue, the next thing is of course the dinner issue. The three of them discussed a few words in a few words, and finally decided to order takeaway simply and rudely. Novo and Jorgeten location.

As for Cristiano...

Manchester United No. [-] pondered for a while with his cheeks on his hands, "Then shall I help Cyril clean the guest room?"

Jorge glanced at him suspiciously. Although he doubted in his heart whether his older children could really clean the room, he didn't say anything on the surface. He sincerely (?) expressed his respect in the tone of a three-year-old kid. After receiving Cristiano's trust, he sat back on the sofa and went to call him.

Although in theory he only needs to order a takeaway, but in fact, after such a busy day, Jorge's work is not completely over. Once the safety of Cyril is determined at this time, he also needs to Inform your staff, and even some familiar media workers.

Otherwise, if tomorrow's British newspaper reports something like "Chelsea's midfielder was seriously injured and missed the European Cup", it would be a joke.

Obviously, Mr. Jorge Mendes, who has been busy for thousands of years, is still busy at the moment.

Cyril didn't dare to bother his manager, who was already in a bad mood, and pulled Cristiano, who still wanted to say something, to the guest room on the second floor.

"Cyrillic?"

"I think the smartest thing we can do now is to keep quiet." Cyril was still a little guilty when he remembered the earth-shattering roar of Jorge.

"That's right," Cristiano nodded in agreement. Having witnessed everything with his own eyes, he knew better than Cyril how terrible the agent had become at that time. He secretly glanced at Jorge who was calling downstairs, He whispered: "Last time I..., Jorge wasn't so angry like this." Speaking of this, he was still a little gloating.

However, Cyril was keenly aware of something, and accurately captured the key point of the other party's words: "What did you do last time?"

Cristiano coughed and denied it: "It's nothing, you heard it wrong." It seemed that he was afraid of being pursued by Cyril. After saying this, Cristiano turned his head, opened a door and left Go in: "It's not too late, let's start tidying up."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

Cyril raised his eyebrows, but he didn't delve into it any further, he just kept this matter in his heart.

Cleaning up the room did not consume too much time for the two of them. After all, neither Cristiano nor Cyril is the kind of person who cleans the room frequently. They say tidying up, but in fact they simply tidy up the house to the point where they can sleep That's all, of course it's impossible to be true everywhere and take care of everything in an orderly manner.

After the room was tidied up, the two of them glanced at Jorge downstairs from a distance, and agreed not to disturb him.Simply leaning on the handrail of the stairs and chatting.

At the beginning, there was Jorge downstairs, and when tidying up the room, Cristiano didn’t feel anything, but when the work in hand was finished, Jorge also sat upstairs far away. When he got off the sofa and only he and Cyril were chatting against the stairs, the topic that he had inadvertently settled down in his heart, but the topic of the last chat immediately gradually came to mind.

Cyril obviously also remembered the unfinished topic, and he didn't speak for a while to break the weird silence.

The entire second floor suddenly became quiet, except for the occasional voice of Jorge whispering intermittently from downstairs, vague and inaudible.

After nearly a minute of silence, as if some major decision had been made, the two spoke at the same time——

"I……"