Football God.

Heinrich's words made Moritz's movements slightly paused, and when he looked at Heinrich again, there was a faint smile in the blue-green eyes that were like two brothers: "I never thought , Your relationship is so good."

It's just that this kind of smile can't make Heinrich feel happy. In fact, Heinrich prefers Moritz's expressionless face to a smile.

Because in his memory, Moritz only laughed twice.

One time, after he was kidnapped, Moritz brought people to rescue him, and Moritz hugged him tightly but still couldn't cover his eyes. Heinrich saw with his own eyes that Moritz took the kidnappers with a pistol. Kill them one by one.

The second time, when Heinrich fell to the ground while recovering, Moritz smiled at Dr. Braque.

It's just that under Heinrich's insistence, Dr. Black still doesn't know how many teeth the shark has, but he can't stop Moritz from taking revenge on the Everton boss.

Perhaps the other party would never have thought that the scheming broken leg against a Liverpool player would ruin all his property until he went bankrupt.

If it's just a gentle expression, then Heinrich has seen a lot, but if Moritz is smiling, it's no different from the end of the world.

Moritz's smile was not a good thing, and it made Heinrich's nerves tense up instantly: "He is my bodyguard and assistant coach in my club. All concerns are appropriate. I would like to know how he is doing, Moritz."

"He's very good, or rather, very good." Moritz poured the scarlet wine into his mouth. Moritz, who didn't have much research on red wine, didn't bother to taste it, and put the glass on the table , there was no disturbing smile in his eyes, "He was recruited because he needs my power and I need his ability."

Heinrich is not an idiot either. From the fact that Bertram left Leeds frequently recently, and would come back with injuries from time to time, he had an idea: "Family disputes?"

Moritz was not surprised to be guessed by Heinrich. He nodded and said in a cold voice, "Bertram-Smith, everything about the Smith family is here." Put it on the table and pushed it in front of Heinrich.

The expression on the blond man's face relaxed. Seeing Moritz's reaction, he knew that the other party had come prepared. He probably knew that he would ask about Bertram early on, so he was prepared.

That being the case, Bertram wouldn't have too many problems, at least his life would be safe.

Picking up the file and flipping through it quickly, Heinrich had a look on his face as expected.

It's not a new story. The Smith family is one of the major arms dealers in Europe. As the heir, Bertram was framed by his stepmother and his stepmother's younger brother, and almost died at sea. After surviving, he lost all his identities and could only Living by doing tasks in the dark, Moritz gave him an aboveboard identity and snatched back all the rights that belonged to him.

Now, with the help of the Heinrich family, Bertram-Smith got back everything he had, sent his stepmother and younger brother to court, and sent the confused old Bertram to a faraway place. In the nursing home in Russia, he is now the dominant one in the Smith family, and he has completely changed from a poor little guy who was sent to the sea to feed fish to a powerful arms boss.

"You have hidden some things here. He was able to successfully obtain the criminal evidence of his stepmother and younger brother. I'm afraid it has something to do with you." There was a half-smile on his face, when Heinrich was talking The file was slowly rolled into a tube.

Moritz did not deny that a lot of evidence had been destroyed early on. Real life is not a fictional story, and bad guys will never leave clues for others to find.

It's not that hard to fake one after the fact though.

Moritz will not let Heinrich know about this. His younger brother is smart and alert, with a gentle appearance, but has iron-blooded wrists, but Moritz still does not want him to come into contact with the gray side of the world. As a brother, Protecting the younger brother seems to be a matter of course.

Heinrich didn't ask too many questions, just sighed, took out the lighter and lit the file in his hand, it was a pity to see the lit fire: "I just taught Bert how to organize player information, and I will He is also going to teach him how to communicate with the fourth official."

"He will be on the court before the next game." Moritz took another sip of red wine.

"?" Heinrich blinked, and conveniently put the nearly burned documents into the ice bucket, but there was a puzzled look on his face.

"After revenge, he will be free, and his contract with you has not expired. He needs to come back to work, otherwise you have the right to sue him." Moritz said calmly.

The corners of Heinrich's eyes twitched: "Didn't you already become the head of the Smith family?"

"A single business, if it can't do well, it can only prove that the people under it are incapable." Moritz's words are light, but they are taken for granted.

Thinking about the intricate business empire under the Heinrich family, Heinrich felt that he couldn't refute it, so he didn't say anything more.

Soon Moritz returned to his room. Going to bed early and getting up early has always been Moritz's life credo when he is not working. The body is the capital of everything.What's more, this is Heinrich's home, and the surrounding security work has tripled because of Moritz's arrival, and even a sparrow can't even think about flying in.

But Moritz forgot to take away the rest of the red wine, which directly caused his brother to pour one glass after another.

Heinrich stood up and leaned against the railing of the terrace, smiled and looked at the two people who were already sitting together on the turf talking about something, and drank some red wine.

He likes to drink red wine, but he probably received a lot of information tonight, so he looks light, but he doesn't feel that he has drunk too much.

Holding his chin and looking at the backs of Kaka and Ronaldo, Heinrich smiled, ah, maybe players with good skills really have a common language, look, they get along very well.

But Heinrich couldn't hear what Kaka and Ronaldo were talking about. At this moment, the corner of the Son of God's mouth was still raised with a smile on his face, but his eyes looked at Ronaldo with calmness and scrutiny.

"There was no winner in the match just now." When he said this, Kaka also had some emotion. Their intersection before was limited to the game between Leeds United and Manchester United, the duel on the court and the rush off the court. This kind of direct confrontation is the first time.

Only through personal experience can you know how powerful this Manchester United star is. Even Kaka is a little scared.

Ronaldo stared at Kaka, unable to see his thoughts from his face, but his raised chin no longer showed his respect for the Brazilian.

Young people always don't like to admit defeat, and it's the same this time, but Ronaldo really felt the ability of the best player in the past season, and it also made him have endless fighting spirit.

Kaka didn't care about Ronaldo's look. If it was normal, he would be very happy to make friends with him, but now, Kaka obviously has more important things to say: "Don't try to take Mr. Heinrich away , Chris, he belongs to Leeds United."

After hearing this, Ronaldo's brows twitched, obviously understanding this sentence as another meaning.

He sat up straight from the turf, looked at Kaka who was pillowed on the football, and said after a full minute: "Some things don't just give up."

Kaka looked at Ronaldo, did not get up, but calmly looked at the starry sky of Leeds at night, and said firmly: "Boss, he belongs to Leeds United, belongs to us, and he is far away from Manchester." So give up your thoughts Well, there's no way the boss is going to be your coach.

Ronaldo chose to stand up directly, lowering his voice slightly: "It's not up to you to decide how far it is." For that man, he is determined to win!

The two people who communicated in Portuguese exchanged a seemingly tacit look with each other, and then turned their eyes away.

Kaka didn't know what he was thinking there, but Ronaldo chose to turn around and walk into the door.

Closed his eyes slightly, Kaka did not continue to worry about Heinrich's future, but thought of the conversation between Moritz and himself during the day.

Moritz said Luca had a flair for doing business.

But Kaka still insists that his children have the same dream as himself, and that Luca should choose by himself anyway.

But how to deal with Moritz, this is a question that Kaka needs to think about.

At this time, Heinrich's voice suddenly sounded: "Ricardo, it's cold outside at night, go to bed early."

In a word, Kaka turned her head directly, and was about to speak with a smile, but saw that the balcony on the second floor was empty.

Is it my own illusion?Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a heaviness in his stomach, and when he lowered his head, he saw the cat named Tom, whose nickname was Thomas, squatting on him safely, blinking its beautiful eyes, and licking the fur on its paws reservedly, I just looked at Kaka out of the corner of my eye.

The Brazilian rubbed his slightly curly short hair, smiled and touched the little guy's head: "Maybe I got it wrong, little Tom, are you interested in playing for a while?"

Looking at the ball, Tom subconsciously wanted to give up, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly walked to the goal, stretched his back vigorously, and stared at Kaka firmly, motionless.

This kind of action like defending the goal made Kaka interested, and soon, one person and one cat started a arduous and excellent offensive and defensive drill.

In the corridor, Ronaldo looked at Heinrich, who was still smiling with red cheeks, and tried to slow down his voice: "Edel, you should go to bed."

Heinrich nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, you should go to bed too."

"...so can you loosen my clothes?"

"No."

"why?"

"I'm hungry, let go of the chocolate and run away."

For the first time in his life, Cristiano-Chocolate Ronaldo is starting to wonder if he's getting a little too much tan?

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"let me go!"

Heinrich looked at the man's cheeks that had turned red due to the atmosphere, and still had a smile on his face. He picked up a sea-blue handkerchief from the side, and folded the handkerchief little by little with his slender fingers.

Chris struggled hard, but didn't break free, but felt no pain in his wrist.

Cortical, where did this guy get it?

"Sir Chris, what happened tonight is that I was rude, and I will let you go when the sun rises." When Heinrich said, his eyes looked at Chris with a gentle feeling, "Don't shout Let everyone leave, it was your order yesterday."

"Tell me what you're going to do." Chris also quickly calmed down, staring straight at the man's delicate silhouette.

Heinrich smiled and glanced at him: "If you capture me, you can get the most rewards and merits, but my people were captured because of my mistakes, and I always have to do something for them. "

Chris frowned tightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"I wash away my mistakes with my blood, all for the glory of Leeds United."

"you……!"

Heinrich slowly stuffed the handkerchief into Chris's mouth, leaned over, and chuckled: "Be quiet, don't force me to kill you now."