[football] little princess

1989 12 Month 25 Day.

Setlla stood bored under the colonnade of the Manchester Art Gallery waiting for Alex who was about to come to pick her up. She tightly held the opening of the red Christmas cloak with her hands, and rolled her black eyes to look at the passers-by.The old driver standing beside her wiped the sweat from his brow and stared in the direction of the parking lot more eagerly than Setlla.

God, if he could have sent this weird little lady out sooner, it would have been worthwhile for him to accompany her all the way from Dublin to wait in this place just across the street from Chinatown.The master never liked to go to these Chinese places. Once the little lady ran to the master's study with a teapot and insisted on making tea for him, but the broken pieces of the teapot almost blinded the little lady's eyes.The old driver thought that she would always learn to be good, but she still went to hang out in various Chinatowns in her own way, making it easier for the servants to find them.

Now there is a kind gentleman who is willing to take care of this little trouble for the time being. The master doesn't mind spending a little more money, and he doesn't want to see his little daughter anyway.

The cheerful "Jingle Bells" was playing on the stereo in the street shop. In such a freezing weather, Setlla was so sleepy waiting to listen to this jumping tune. Alex is an unpunctual guy, when he arrives in a while, he must be dealt with...

Setlla's head was drooping, as if she had fallen asleep. Ferguson saw the little figure from a distance, with an excited expression on his red face: "Hey, little princess!"

Setlla suddenly woke up from the edge of sleep, looked up with a sly smile, "Hey, Grandpa Alex!"

"What grandpa, little bastard, your father and I are of the same generation!" Ferguson waved his fist, and was provoked to yell loudly with a distance of several meters.However, Setlla couldn't hear his complaints at all, and her eyes were firmly locked on the boy beside him.The young man in a small black suit and a red tie of a miniature version of Manchester United was sneaking awkward glances at the dancing coach beside him, a little snowflakes fell on his blond hair and disappeared into the hair in a short while.

Finally, he looked directly at the "difficult" little princess in front of him five steps away, thinking that Ferguson might be exaggerating the facts.Her little face was buried in the middle of the Little Red Riding Hood in the Christmas cloak, red from the cold, just looking at them stupidly, without looking aggressive.

The 6-year-old Setlla really understands what love at first sight is. The teenager with beautiful olive green eyes reflects her stupid look. This look looks terrible, but Setlla just remembers the scene when they met for the first time. Consider it the most romantic thing in the world.

Ferguson glanced at Setlla who was completely stunned, then at David who was blinking and didn't know what to do, patted the former's small shoulder, and said in a mischievous tone: "Little princess, look at the things I brought you. little Prince!"

The 14-year-old Beckham was startled, and quickly waved his hands and said: "Little princess, I, I am in the Manchester United youth training camp..."

"Marshmallow." Setlla smirked, ran forward and pulled Beckham's pants and said, "Marshmallow, I want a hug."

Uh... Beckham looked at Ferguson, but he shrugged and showed a casual expression.The future heartthrob weighed the pros and cons, and finally chose to pick up the 6-year-old girl who was acting like a baby casually, dragging her little butt and helplessly froze in place. Setlla immediately hooked his neck, smeared his face with saliva and said, "Marshmallow, you look so handsome!"

"Why...is it cotton candy?" Beckham regretted, he shouldn't have left Giggs and the others running over to serve as Ferguson's magic weapon in a moment of excitement.The head coach of the first team who was going to pick up someone but had to be late because of some things seemed to be very afraid of the 6-year-old daughter of the new shareholder, so he insisted on pulling him (David, you should play the role of your face at this time) come to help.God, this method actually works!

"Your voice sounds like cotton candy!" Setlla strangled his neck until he died, and Little Red Riding Hood rubbed and rubbed against the side of his face.A generation of young handsome Beckham can only send help to Ferguson.The head coach of Manchester United finally had enough fun and led the two children stacked together to the parking space.The old driver of the Magnier family hurriedly asked Ferguson if he could leave. The Scot glanced at him with dissatisfaction, and waved his hand to signal that he could go home.

After getting in the car, Ferguson smiled at the two children in the back seat, stretched out his hand and pinched Setlla's nose, and as a result, the little girl backed away desperately and grabbed Beckham desperately.

Beckham, whose hands and feet were stiff, was thinking about whether he could escape from this scary little girl in a while, but he heard Ferguson say: "David's family is not in Manchester either, go to my house to spend Christmas together!"

No, in fact, he made an appointment with Giggs and Scholes to have a carnival!But the man in front of him was Ferguson of Manchester United's first team, a very skilled Scot.Therefore, even Xiao Bei, who is blond and blue-eyed and will be popular among thousands of girls, can only nod, and wipes away the saliva sticking to the corner of Setlla's mouth with grief.

When Kathy saw the golden boy and girl brought home, she couldn't close her mouth with a smile. She brought out the freshly made apple pie for the two to share. Setlla stared at Beckham unblinkingly with shining eyes, which made the young Manchester United boy dare not even move his paws with his stomach empty.

"Why don't you eat it? Aunt Casey's cooking is not delicious?" Ferguson's wife brought out another plate of fruit and asked them enthusiastically. Setlla shook her head, and replied sweetly: "It smells so good! I can't bear to eat it!"

"Oh, this kid, Aunt Casey will make it for you after eating." Casey heard Ferguson talk about Setlla's life experience, and felt sorry for her before meeting her. Hearing what she said, she loved her so much. Setlla nodded and ate the apple pie with big mouthfuls.Beckham thought to himself that this 6-year-old girl is so cute when she speaks, and he doesn't know why she treats him strangely.

The two children with their own thoughts had a delicious Christmas dinner at Ferguson's house. Seeing that the time was almost up, Beckham didn't want to stay any longer. After all, it was not comfortable to be watched eagerly by a pair of dark eyes.But Setlla seemed to be able to see what he was thinking. She was sitting on the sofa watching TV, but at the moment when Beckham was about to stand up, she jumped onto him, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and said: "Don't go!"

Ferguson rubbed Setlla's brown hair with his big hands, "David is the star player of our Manchester United youth team. If you like him, you can go to the youth team games every day. What's the point of pestering him and not letting him go home?"

Setlla performed her coquettish stunt again, blinking her big wet eyes, pouted and said: "But this is my first day in Manchester, I have never lived in England before, what should I do if I am afraid?" While speaking, She held on to Beckham's clothes tightly, and rubbed her small face against his chest, "Cotton candy feels very safe!"

Ferguson covered his mouth and suppressed a smile when he heard this. He really liked seeing Beckham's bewildered face, while Casey felt that Setlla was so pitiful, and it was normal to wish for an older brother.Looking back at her few brats who were busy playing live football, I immediately felt that Beckham looked cute.

"David, why don't you stay with Setlla tonight? Look at my three children, Darren only knows how to play football, Mark only knows how to read, Jason..."

"Okay, I understand!" Beckham quickly agreed, because he had already felt the resentful eyes of the three Ferguson brothers.

Kathy prepared a cute reindeer one-piece pajamas for Setlla. The little girl with two antlers on her head was jumping up and down on the big bed in the guest room, looking fresh.This is where she will live temporarily for the next few years. It is much warmer than the big house at home. Even if there is no one to take care of her, she is very satisfied.

Beckham had just returned to the room after taking a shower, when he looked up, he saw a fat body jumping high and falling on the bed with a bang. Setlla's face was buried in the soft quilt, and when she lifted it up, her nose was red and she giggled.Beckham's heart suddenly softened. He thought of his sister Joanne, who was one year older than Setlla, and she was so cute, even though his sister often punched and kicked him, pulled his hair and so on... Cough cough, Beckham shook his head, decided to stop the painful memories, stepped forward to straighten the quilt, waved to Setlla and said, "Little princess, go to sleep inside, I'll sleep outside, lest you fall off at night."

Setlla giggled and rolled inside against the wall, lying on her side with her hands folded next to her cheeks.Seeing that Beckham was lying down and sleeping properly, she said, "Marshmallow, you are so gentle! You are much gentler than my father!"

Beckham's face was full of black lines, "My name is not Marshmallow, I have a name, David Beckham."

"It doesn't sound as good as cotton candy!"

Little Xiaobei didn't know how to refute, so he could only let Setlla talk nonsense over and over again. In the end, he was so sleepy that he could only pat her on the back lightly, and fell asleep before he patted himself. Setlla blinked, and the sleeping face so close to her eyes could even see the fine hairs, but how could she be so handsome, and her voice was so nice, like a gentle blond angel, it was Raphael in the mother's story, don't mention How charming.

Beckham didn't sleep very well this time. In his dream, he always felt that a ghost was pressing the bed, and he couldn't breathe heavily.When the morning light shone on his eyelids, the waking blond boy lowered his head, and was pushed up to his chin by two erected deer ears, and a furry body lay on top of him, sleeping very happily.

Sitting up with difficulty, Beckham hugged Setlla in his arms and shook him awake. The halazi dripped from someone's sleep made his chest wet, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he wiped his saliva with the back of his hand, hehehe Smile at him.

Depressedly, Beckham, who became a nanny, carried Setlla to the sink to help her brush her teeth. His faint dark circles appeared in the mirror, and his handsome face was transformed into a white beard while toothpaste bubbles splashed.Xiao Xiaobei could only pinch the little princess's chubby waist, as a way to vent her depression, but she never thought that she would be amused and giggled, and turned around to hug him for a long time.

What a messy morning, Beckham thought, this dress will never be worn again.