[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

"I hope you can think carefully, because I don't think there is any conflict of principle between us."

"..."

"If you have made up your mind to break up, then I respect your choice."

The man who spoke has a tall nose bridge and deep eyes, and his well-groomed beard is in perfect shape. The army green T-shirt wraps his majestic body, showing the undulating muscles of his upper body, revealing the Mediterranean Sea all over his body. Sexy temperament unique to men.

"The house and everything in the family are left to you, and I will pack things when you are not at home."

"..."

"If you have any difficulties, you can contact me at any time, take care."

The phone call lasted nearly 10 minutes, and the man's tone of voice was light and gentle from beginning to end. It is rare for a man to maintain his demeanor to take care of the other party's emotions after being broken up, and try his best to meet the other party's requirements.

Although there was a slight sense of sadness on his face, there was not much sadness or sadness on his face, as if he had already foreseen every word the other party said and every decision he made on the phone.

After a helpless sigh, the man picked up the coffee cup and just brought it to his lips before he could take a sip when suddenly there was a slight sound behind him.

He turned his head and saw a furry head slowly rising from the booth on the other side through the gaps in the lush branches and leaves.

This is an open-air coffee shop located in the old town of Ibiza. Tourists are attracted by the rich and colorful nightlife on the island, and they leave one after another. It is approaching midnight, and there are only two tables of customers left in the store. For such a long time, But no one noticed anyone.

The person on the opposite side turned his head, with his hair draped obediently in front of his forehead, wearing a loose white T, and holding a book in his hand. On the cover was written in square characters that most Spanish people could not understand.

This is an oriental man with black hair and yellow skin, but his facial features have some western characteristics. Just by looking at his profile, it is not difficult to find that this man's appearance is very delicate and perfect.

The man's frowning brows gradually relaxed again. He thought he had met some gossip media's follow-up, but now it seemed that the other party was just an ordinary tourist.

He secretly prayed that the other party didn't understand Spanish, or didn't recognize him at all.

"Sorry," the person opposite raised his head and looked towards him. He was a young man with outstanding looks, especially his eyes. The deep sea fell into his eyes together, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but..."

His words stopped abruptly, and there was a hint of cunning in his beautiful eyes.

The man raised his eyebrows, silently beckoning him to continue.

"If you buy me a cup of coffee, I will be happy to keep this secret for you." While speaking, the other party had already taken the book, walked around the green plant, and walked to his desk.

"Please sit down." The corner of the man's lips slightly raised, revealing a noncommittal smile. Not only could the other party speak fluent Spanish, but he also seemed to recognize him.

The young man sat down on the empty seat opposite him: "Although I am not a Real Madrid fan," he raised the coffee cup in his hand, "but in my heart you are the best midfielder of this era."

"..."

The man spread his hands: "Is a cup of coffee enough, don't you need another autograph and group photo?"

The young man waved his hand: "No hurry, there will be opportunities in the future."

Ibiza is known as the "Pearl of the Mediterranean", and it is now ushering in the busiest July of the year.

This is not only a holiday destination for most Europeans, but also a place where many football stars linger.

Tourists from all over the world come to Ibiza for their holidays, not only because of the sunny beaches and ancient ruins here, but also because they can run into their favorite football stars here.

Especially after winning the European Cup this year, many Spanish players have chosen to come here to spend a leisurely vacation, or go out to sea with friends, or bring their families to enjoy the sun on the beach.

In public places, they hugged and took pictures with the fans friendly, chatted a little, and even offered everyone a drink at the bar.

It's past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the coffee-colored roofs and white walls in the distance are spread all over the limestone coastline. There are no tourists on the bustling Figueretas Beach during the day.

At night, the entire island of Ibiza becomes a paradise for electronic music and dance lovers.There is a mature nightclub industry here, and the top [-] specially invited DJs present shocking performances for tourists from all over the world.

A music festival is being held tonight in a vacant lot a few streets away.Lights, sound, fireworks, and people's deafening cheers came from afar, and merged with the sound of the tide rising and falling on the other side, faintly colliding with a wonderful auditory experience.

It was almost twelve o'clock at this time, and the waiter came over and told them that the coffee shop was closing. After the man paid the bill, he was about to say goodbye to the young man, but found that the two were staying in the same hotel, about half an hour's walk away from where they were. distance.

So the two walked back together, chatting without saying a word, starting from the old city wall with a sense of history on the island, talking about architecture, art, travel, and football...unknowingly they have returned to the hotel.

Before parting, the young man handed over the book he had been holding in his hand: "Here, thank you for the coffee, good night."

The man took the book he handed over and couldn't understand a single word, but he still thanked him: "Good night."