[Football] Anti-system

Scorpius, always polite, waited for his mother to hang up before stuffing the phone back into his backpack.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Beckham who was waiting for him, motioning for him to continue talking.

"You should go home?"

Beckham, who asked this question, was relieved. It seemed that he didn't need to worry about the media for Scorpius.

Orianna is very capable, there is no need to question it at all, her being able to get to where she is today is enough to prove that she has more than just a face.Orianna is a very smart woman, her team is also very experienced, and her public relations methods are extremely sophisticated.

How much Orianna loves children is a well-known fact in Britain.

And Williamham Westin is the number one rich man in Europe and even in the world.

The matter must have been dealt with calmly and swiftly.

Beckham raised his arms around Scorpius, patted him on the back and comforted him: "Everything will be fine, Scorpius. Don't bother with those annoying media, rest assured to your mother. I believe all Things will be fine. Take your medicines, relax, and I'll wait for you to play in Madrid any day."

"…thanks."

Beckham's body temperature is very warm, and the weather in April is not cold, but in comparison, being surrounded by Beckham's arms is still warm, as if the heating air conditioner is turned on at 25 degrees.

But he is still not used to other people's too close physical contact.

Scorpius patted Beckham on the shoulder to let him go.

"Want to go back with me?"

Beckham let go of him slowly and asked, "I have booked a flight to London, and then I will transfer to Madrid from London."

He didn't ask why Scorpius never told him about these conditions without telling him.

In his eyes, Scorpius is a normal kid, he may just be too stressed at times.

Without any doubt, Xiao Bei believes that the disease he has been diagnosed will be cured soon.

Scorpius nodded, agreeing to Beckham's suggestion.

If he goes to book tickets now, he will definitely be chased by the media, so it is better to ask Beckham to help.

It didn't take long to get back to London.

Scorpilla lowered the brim of his hat to bid farewell to Beckham, and the driver was waiting for him at the airport early in the morning.

He successfully escaped the attention of the media and returned home.

The Westin family's mansion in the affluent area of ​​West London is not a long history.

To be precise, Scorpius should be rich five generations.

The Westin family was lonely for a while.

But his father, William Ham Westin, was extremely business-minded, and he single-handedly reshaped the business empire that spanned multiple industries.

But the trade-off was that Williamham Westin was almost too busy to be seen.

Scorpius had probably seen his father no more than a hundred times growing up.

Mother sat on the sofa and waited for him.

She has shoulder-length golden hair and blue eyes like the ocean.

He looked very young, not like he was in his 50s or nearly [-]s at all.

Her posture is elegant and arrogant, like a Persian cat with heterochromatic eyes, half-lying on the sofa lazily.With bright and charming facial features, she raised her eyes and looked at Scorpius who was approaching.

It's just that Orianna frowned when she saw him cut her hair: "By the way, why did you cut your hair?"

She stood up, with a little dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"In order to please the manager, I need to play... Mom."

Scorpius lowered his eyes.

Orianna chuckled lightly: "Mom's little baby... the little poisonous scorpion."

Her every glance and smile are amazingly charming, naturally attracting people's attention.

Scorpius turned his head to the side and didn't respond to her.

Orianna stood up and tapped lightly on a document on the table with her crimson fingers: "Okay, this is an advertising contract for you. You probably won't be able to play these days , go shoot an advertisement, everyone hasn't seen you on the screen for a long time."

Scorpius picked up the document silently, opened it and looked at it roughly.

It's a Chanel perfume advertisement for the United States, and it's going to cooperate with Russian supermodel Anne Vyalitsina.

The cold voice naturally sounded again in my mind: [Complete the shooting of the perfume advertisement, it will be obliterated by failure]

Scorpius closed the file and nodded: "Okay, I see."

Satisfied, Orianna stood up and approached him. She stared at Scorpius' beautiful face that was three points similar to hers, and couldn't help but raised her hand to touch his cheek.

The blue eyes stared obsessively at the pair of bright and beautiful purple irises, and murmured: "It's so beautiful, these eyes..."

Scorpius didn't struggle, he let Orianna look into his eyes and admire for a long time.

Until Orianna was finally satisfied, she took a step back, tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously: "Baby, why are you still standing here and not eating? You must be hungry and tired? Go and rest."

She turned around and walked towards the restaurant first.

"Mother."

Holding the document in his hand, Scorpius hesitated for a moment and stopped Orianna.

"Dr. Sipe, he...is a very good doctor."

Orianna stopped in her tracks, slowly turned her head and squinted her eyes to look at him for a moment, and couldn't help laughing softly: "My little poisonous scorpion..."

Scorpius looked up at her.

The expression on Orianna's face was half a smile, and she looked at him tenderly with a trace of helplessness.

"...well, he's a good doctor."

Orianna sighed and chose to compromise, she turned around and took his hand, couldn't help raising her hand to touch Scorpius' red hair, with a soft expression: "So you have to follow the doctor's advice and eat on time. Medication, baby. Hurry up and eat and go to bed, the tired day is over."

The bar seemed a bit noisy.

This is usually not the case, because although it is a bar, this store is actually a well-known, somewhat ambiguous "love at first sight" place.

Cristiano, who wanted to relax like his teammates after the big victory, sat in the corner as usual.

Continuously, some girls recognized him or were attracted by his face or good figure, and excitedly approached him with a glass of wine.

But today, Cristiano rejected them with a face full of impatience and lack of interest.

It's not that he's here to find fault today, he really wants to find a girl who fits his eye, flirt with her for a while, and even go to the hotel next door.

But after every woman sat down next to him, he couldn't help but look at her face under the dim light, and then involuntarily compared it with the face on TV that caused him to bleed twice.

The more you compare, the more uncomfortable you will be.

Aren't these people who came to strike up a conversation with men disguised as women?

He is so desperate!He wants a big sister who looks at least similar to Westin to talk to him!

…etc.

Wait a moment.

Cristiano took out a tissue to wipe off the cold sweat he had shed instantly.

What's going on, something's wrong, how could he have such a strange idea?

After repeating "I'm not gay, I'm just jealous of his face" countless times in his heart, Cristiano calmly looked at another big sister who was sitting beside him.

It was so gorgeous, he wished his expression could be a little calmer.

Cristiano thought so in his heart, raised his head and smiled: "hi" "hi" The woman's appearance is bright and moving, but she doesn't seem to understand the rules, and handed out her business card as soon as she sat up.

"This... lady."

Cristiano took the business card in doubt and expressed his refusal: "Maybe you misunderstood something, but I'm not 'hunting', but waiting for someone... Wait a minute, are you a psychiatrist?"

His eyes lit up when he saw the content on the business card.

"Sorry, I thought you were…"

The woman smiled awkwardly, and was about to take back her business card: "What's wrong with the psychiatrist?"

"I want to ask a question, and it's okay to charge!"

Cristiano struggled for a long time on whether he should ask someone to ask such a question, but now it's all right, the psychiatrist is here!

The woman raised her eyebrows: "While you are waiting, can we chat? Maybe you can buy me another drink. What do you want to ask?"

"Is there an occasional slip-up in the men's soccer team where women play in men's clothing?"

Cristiano scratched his hair, watched the elder sister's gradually strange eyes and waved his hands in a hurry: "I'm joking, I'm joking, sorry, I actually wanted to ask..."

"Depression should be cured, right?"

He corrected his attitude and asked seriously.