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Mordred tilted his head, his blond hair slid down his cheeks, covering his puzzled eyes, "Manchester United should be playing with a higher price, I haven't received any information from here."

Mordred suddenly laughed and said, "Don't trust those tabloid reporters. Didn't you tell me that? Those tabloids simply know better than myself when the transfer will happen. If I didn't read their newspapers, I wouldn't know." Mordred couldn't help mocking some of the contents of the newspaper.

Mordred thought he was being fooled, but there was no response for a long time, until when Mordred was about to fall asleep, he heard a long sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Then maybe Ferguson hasn't made an offer. Some time ago, Ferguson told me that he wanted to poach you, make up for the vacancy in the frontcourt, and let me be a lobbyist."

Having been with Chris for so long, he certainly understands the position of Sir Alex in Chris's heart.

But he doesn't think Chris will let him go to Manchester United. After all, he hates physical confrontation too much, and the Premier League is not suitable for him at all.

The technical flow of La Liga is his favorite style.

"In a few years, Ferguson will retire. In fact, if Ferguson doesn't retire in another ten years, it would be good for you to go to Manchester United."

The deep regret in the words made Mordred twitch the corner of his mouth, and said goodbye, the Premier League is not something he can challenge.

But what does Chris mean to stop being a lobbyist?

Mordred has always been straightforward with Chris, and he simply asked out when he was puzzled.

Chris replied simply, "Yeah,"

Such bluntness made Mordred a little speechless, and he opened his mouth slightly and subconsciously pursed it, stretching his better lips into a straight line.

Chris seems to have guessed what Mordred was thinking, "Don't think too much, I can't push you into the fire pit, once Ferguson retires, no matter who takes over Manchester United, it will be a hot potato. If you go, you will not succeed , on the contrary, they will regard themselves as compensation.”

Think of the rough painting style of the Premier League, and then think of Mordred's face...

No matter how you think about it, it doesn't match!

Mordred lowered his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and as if he was afraid of being seen, he tried his best to put down the corner of his raised mouth, as if his whole body was glowing with joy.

It's a pity that Chris on the other end of the phone couldn't see the smiling Mordred at all.

Just when Mordred was about to say something, there was a sudden violent knock on the door, accompanied by Zheng Zhi's familiar loud voice, "Did I say you are a big girl? Drill into the room as soon as you come back! Come out!" Playing cards!"

Mordred: …… A little expert at destroying the atmosphere

Even if he slandered inwardly, Mordred could only shout back at the top of his voice, "Got it, I'll go out later."

The two of them were talking too loudly, and when Chris heard it, he said first: "Go, go, have fun."

Mordred hummed with a depressed expression, and then a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.It's not an important matter anyway, let's talk about it when we return to Real Madrid.

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After winning the game, Mordred stayed in China for another three days. Mendes planned to take advantage of the heat to shoot all the commercials he had accumulated before. The first shampoo commercial was unexpectedly popular. Few fans want to print the bottle with Mordred's big head, and the molars of the smiling brand are all out. I didn't expect Mordred to bring such a big benefit.

He even planned to take the initiative to sign a three-year contract, but was declined by Mendes.

After all, Mordred is a superstar in his plan in the future, and it is better to do less of this kind of work that makes money but not fame.

And Mordred, who was squeezed from the beginning to the end, didn't feel at all. He felt relaxed, and the whole person seemed to be exhausted. He looked at him resentfully and said, "Mendez, you are really a perfect capitalist."

Mendes was very happy with this evaluation, put his hands on his chest and nodded slightly, and said gracefully: "Thank you for the compliment, I hope I can do better next time."

The angry Mordred directly covered his head with a blanket and stopped looking at him.

Sitting on the plane was actually very boring, and Mordred fell asleep after wearing headphones for a while.

Mendes watched him shake his head helplessly, helped him cover the blanket more tightly by the way, looked at his almost perfect profile, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He's pretty handsome when he's not talking, just like the elf that the group of little fans said, but whenever he opens his mouth, the temperament on his body completely suppresses his face, and he can't feel his at all handsome.

Mordred seemed to feel the gaze, turned his head away with humming twice, and continued to sleep.

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Everyone in Real Madrid knew that Mordred was coming back, and they all had smiles on their faces, especially Marcelo said while flipping through Twitter: "What surprise should I give him!" with a naive smile.

Chris and Kaka got together and talked to each other, forming a group of their own.Captain Casey pulled Master Shui and said something equally excited. Seeing this scene, Mourinho really understood what kind of power Mordred has in the locker room.

Let's put it this way, even Chris didn't do this when he returned from the national team. That kid Mordred has a magic power that is different from others.

His arrogance is always facing outsiders, and his gentleness is facing his own people, which is why these guys defend Mordred so much.

And Mordred, who was missed by everyone, was surrounded by fans as soon as he got off the plane. The security team hired by Mendes was useless at all.

When Chris turned to the video on Twitter, he was shocked and stood up directly, "What!?"

When Chris made a sound, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. They all grabbed his shoulders to see why he was surprised, and then they all froze.

"I can't have this future star..." After a long time, Captain Cassie uttered a sentence with difficulty. In just a few minutes, the video perfectly presented the embarrassment of Mordred being submerged in the crowd of fans and then transported out by bodyguards. , the collar was covered with black sweat stains that I didn't know what it was.

These stars all shivered. They have also experienced being chased by fanatical fans, but they are not as unlucky as Mordred.

At least their security guard didn't lose the chain while working, otherwise... Everyone shivered in unison.

The madman looked at Mordred who was rubbed in the phone, and became more and more silent. No one could see what he was thinking.

As for Mordred, who is the protagonist, he lowered his head and said to Mendes: "I originally wanted to make a debut, waiting for Chris and the others to praise... Don't talk about praise now, it's good if they don't laugh at me. "

Mendezzhang knew he made a mistake this time, and put his hands on Mordred's blond hair, "No, they won't laugh at you, trust me."

Mordred pursed his lips and didn't believe in those bad friends at all. He even thought that the only ones who would care about him were madmen.

Returning home in a daze, he skillfully looked for the waiting light button, and suddenly pressed something warm with his hand, which scared Mordred back directly.

Before he recovered his eyes, the light suddenly turned on.

Rows of acquaintances appeared in front of me. Kaka, standing in the middle, hugged the dog and tickled Mordred with his paw. Captain Cassie looked at him dotingly. Ozil put his hands behind his back and looked at Mordred. I knew it was a gift hiding action.

Turning around to look at the person who frightened me just now, it turned out to be Chris!

There is still a miniature in his arms, one big and one small are like carved out of a mold, and they all tilt their heads to see that he looks very harmonious.

"Uncle Merris! Hug." Little Mini stretched out his hands to Mordred. At this time, Mini, who had not been tanned by his unscrupulous father, was like a white dumpling.

Mordred was "charmed" irrationally in this way, and when he was full of joy, something suddenly fell on his head, and the sound of tearing should be... a cardboard box.

After Mordred pulled the things off his head, what he saw was Marcelo's fluffy hair. He ran to the front in two steps and hugged Marcelo.

In the eyes of outsiders, this scene is extremely warm, only Marcelo heard Mordred say to him in a very small voice: "You actually use my ideas against me, that's great."

Then Mordred stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, and then everyone saw a scene of smiles slowly disappearing.

When Mordred turned around, everyone said to him in unison, "Welcome back." Ozil even ran to his side to hang on him, but the psychological shadow of getting off the plane made Mordred subconscious out of the way.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of the bones made Ozil freeze on the spot, wanting to cry without tears: "I...I sprained my waist!"

There was chaos for a while, and when they finally settled down, these stars with a net worth of over [-] million, you look at me, I look at you, laughing and laughing.

The dog sitting on the side tilted his head and didn't understand what these humans were doing, so he groaned to add to the fun.

After he calmed down, Captain Cassie looked at him and said, "This game was done very well. Even the husband didn't pick out any major faults. It's just that your teammates and your cooperation are too problematic."

Of course Mordred also understood, scratched his cheek and said in embarrassment: "There is no way, the Chinese team's style of play is completely different from my usual, and I also forcibly cooperate with them... It is my hard work to be able to exert so much strength." It succeeded, and they are also cooperating with me, it would be great if I were given another month."

Cassie moved his mouth, but Benzema preempted him, "Not only you, but also your teammates."

"Your teammates have big problems, everyone!"

Speaking of this, Mordred was even more helpless, "In the words of Professor Wenger, the strongest person is already in the team, what can I do? Bring Kaka and Chris to China to play with me? So ah Even if the Chinese team is a broken car, I will drive to the top 16 of the World Cup!"

Several big brothers glanced at each other, then shrugged and no one said a word, so as not to dampen the child's self-confidence.

"Don't talk about those who are unhappy, I will cook and make something to eat."

They are also welcome, sitting on the sofa and playing games, representing Chris and his son.

Cassie sitting together talking and laughing happily, Master Shui.

Benzema, Marcelo, Ozil, and Kaka are playing bridge.

There are also those watching TV and giggling at their phones...

Seeing this scene with a plate, a thought suddenly came to my mind, and I took out my phone to record this scene.

After looking at the send button on Twitter for a few seconds, I decisively saved the video and exited the Twitter interface, "It's time to eat!"

The author has something to say:

Yesterday, I really had something to do at home, so I will make up [-] today, and make up [-] tomorrow!I do what I say!Love you guys.