[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

"Let's discuss it." Ling Yun turned around and met his gaze, "Can I explain it to you when I get home?"

"Of course." Alonso put his hands around him and leaned on the sink, "but you have to tell me first, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?"

The position of being trapped between him and the sink made Ling Yun's standing posture a bit awkward. He took half a step back, trying to lean on the table, but was caught by someone who quickly hugged his waist.

"Be careful with your clothes." Alonso's sudden movement caused the hip bones of the two to collide. Ling Yun subconsciously leaned back her upper body, and her waist was tightly bound by a pair of powerful arms.

In order to maintain his balance, Ling Yun had to raise his arms around his neck, but because the difference in height and weight between the two was not that big, this standing position still made Ling Yun a little uncomfortable.

"It's a bit much," Ling Yun pressed his lips to his ear, deliberately slowed down his speech and said in a lazy and bewitching tone, "You can see it too, he is so handsome, I want to be low-key but good-looking Not allowed."

"It's okay." Alonso pressed his face to his face, deliberately rubbing his beard against his face, "It was allowed before, but I won't allow it in the future."

Slight footsteps came from the empty corridor. At first hearing, Ling Yun couldn't help becoming vigilant, and then relaxed his body—he was very familiar with the person who came, and it was his assistant Nick.

The next moment, Nick's figure appeared at the corner of the bathroom door, Ling Yun glanced at him fiercely, and softly ordered: "Get out."

Nick felt that he was split in two by a thunderbolt in the clear sky again, and his mind was a little out of control, but he instinctively respected the boss's order and retreated out, guarding the door faithfully, in case anyone approached and disturbed the boss Do some shady things with his boyfriend in it.

"Baby," Ling Yun put his hand on the back of Alonso's head lightly, and urged softly, "Hurry up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his body lighten, and his whole body was hugged. The next second, his back was pressed against the smooth marble wall, and a possessive kiss eagerly landed on his lips.

Nick looked at his watch frequently, 1 minute, 2 minutes... Until Ling Yun came out of the bathroom, in fact, only 5 minutes had passed, but he felt that a century had passed.

Ling Yun walked past him quickly, his expression was as usual, calm and unhurried, the suit on his body didn't even have a wrinkle.

Nick was about to follow, but someone behind him patted him on the shoulder. When he turned around, Alonso behind him didn't change his face, and the other party even smiled at him: "Thank you."

"..."

The boss and the proprietress were doing some shameful things in the bathroom. Both of them looked calm, but he, the lookout, was extremely nervous.

His assistant is too difficult.

Ling Yun went straight back to the dressing room to get ready, while Alonso returned to his place.

At the end of the charity auction, Ling Yun stepped onto the stage, but before he could speak, there were cheers from below.

Just kidding, how many people came to this charity dinner just to meet this Boss Xiao Ling.

This is the second year Arsenal have hosted members' events and charity dinners around Christmas and New Years. Last year they raised nearly £500 million for Unicef ​​and more are on the way this year.

Ling Yun firstly thanked the hundreds of distinguished guests at the scene according to the script written by the public relations department, thanked them for their support to Arsenal Club, and also thanked them for their love for charity.

Then I introduced the development and deployment of Arsenal in the new year. Their main goal this year is to expand their business overseas, especially in Africa and Asia. At present, the club intends to arrange this summer's preseason games in the above regions. one.

After finishing the manuscript, Ling Yun raised his head and smiled at the audience: "Next, I will make an official announcement on behalf of the Arsenal club: After nearly two months of discussion, we finally decided that the Rwanda Tourism Bureau will become the Arsenal club next season. The sleeve sponsor of the jersey, the two parties signed a three-year contract, and the sponsorship fee is 500 million euros per year."

This price sounds quite affordable, because now the sleeve advertising sponsorships of major European giants are not less than 1000 million euros.But Ling Yun's handling method still made many people dissatisfied, because they still accepted the sponsorship from a poor country, just giving them a discount.

There was a burst of applause from below, followed by whispers of discussion. Ling Yun paused for a moment, and then continued after everyone became quieter: "In addition to the jersey sleeve advertisement, the logo of the Rwanda Tourism Bureau will also appear in the press hall, The media interview area and the background board of Arsenal's various activities. At the same time, the Arsenal Club will also go to Rwanda to set up a youth football training camp there to help the children there understand and learn football, discover talents, and promote local football development of."

That sounds fine, but mostly it sounds like what a club should do for its sponsors, and nothing special.

In the end, Ling Yun said: "At the same time, the Arsenal Club decided that we will divide the three-year sponsorship fee of 1500 million euros into two parts, one half will be used for the construction of the local football school in Rwanda, and the other half will be used together with the annual charity auction. , donated to UNICEF to help children displaced by war around the world."

As soon as Ling Yun's words came out, there was a long-lasting applause. It was not easy for Ling Yun to come up with such a countermeasure when he encountered many doubts from the outside world and was in a dilemma.

At the beginning, he just didn't want to offend the "special Arsenal fan" who was the Prime Minister of Rwanda, and he didn't want to get involved in politics because of a business incident.

Later, after watching the movie "Hotel Rwanda", he made up his mind that he really wanted to help the children there, hoping that they could rely on football to get out of their pain.

Sometimes, football is not just a simple sport, it is more like a bridge, connecting people of different races and colors all over the world, bringing joy to children suffering from war and hunger in the endless darkness. A glimmer of light and hope.

Ling Yun's decision was posted on the Internet that night, and those who attacked Arsenal with various opinions before shut up. Arsenal advertised for Rwanda, and the cost was the lowest in Europe, and all the money was spent on Supporting the development of the local football cause and UNICEF, it can be said that every detail has been covered.

Some people say that Ling Yun is kind. As a businessman, such qualities are invaluable. What is the temperament of a wealthy family? Arsenal is the team that truly possesses the temperament of a wealthy family.

There are also people who say that Ling Yun is a good man and handles things smoothly. He is worthy of being a Chinese. He is slick in every way and can't be offended. Arsenal is also trying to gain fame. On the surface, it says it supports the development of a small football country in Africa.

Anyway, no matter what you do, there will always be someone who can find out what's wrong with you. Ling Yun can't care so much, he just tries to do what he can.

When Alonso was about to leave the venue, someone suddenly found him. It was a little girl with a very ordinary appearance and temperament. After introducing himself, he realized that it was the assistant of the female singer who took out the brooch for auction.

Alonso raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong?"

Of course something happened, the girl regretted it and wanted to get the brooch back.

She was waiting for this opportunity when she saw the waiter in the coffee shop turned into the owner of Arsenal today. The brokerage company managed to help her win this performance, giving her the opportunity to tell the story of the year in front of Ling Yun.

She took out this brooch on the one hand to do charity, to gain a wave of favorability in front of the public, and most importantly, to catch Ling Yun, a big fish.

Unexpectedly, the fish was not hooked in the end, but the bait was taken away by another person.

Naturally, it was impossible for Alonso to return the item to her, and he looked at the other party leisurely: "Sorry, I have already photographed the item, and I have already paid for it. I like this brooch very much, and I plan to give it to me lover."

The female singer frowned: "But it is also very important to me. Although I know it's bad to do this, I still regret it. I can return the money to you in full."

Although the auction price was ridiculously high, it was also handed over by the man in front of him, but if she could return the brooch to her, she would naturally be willing to spend the money.

After all, only with that brooch in her hand can she have a chance to get close to Ling Yun and have a chance to reconnect with him.

Facing the lady, Alonso still maintained a polite smile: "I'm really sorry, money is not important to me, what matters is this thing, excuse me."

After finishing speaking, Alonso strode out of the gate of the venue and motioned to two security personnel to help him stop the other party.

The other party didn't know how to cherish the things Ling Yun sent out, but instead wanted to use his previous intentions to achieve the goal of getting close to him again.

As the current boss of Xiao Ling, he would never allow this kind of thing to happen, whether it was love for the house, or excessive possessiveness, he felt that the brooch was very unique and beautiful, and it should not fall into the hands of others.

At this moment, Ling Yun was sending off sponsor representatives and important guests one by one, and did not know what was happening on the other side.

On the way home, Ling Yun had been using his mobile phone to read the comments on him and Arsenal on the Internet. He wanted to laugh when he saw those people who said he was trying to gain fame. Some people hate you, maybe because they have interests with you Conflict, some people don't need a reason to hate you, they can find faults and attack maliciously in your every move.

Ling Yun raised the corners of his lips, revealing a calm and breezy sneer.This matter has been perfectly resolved so far.Whether it is those politicians who flaunt "diplomatic aid" or the melon-eating people who spurn Arsenal's sponsorship by the poor, they can now shut up.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, and took his cell phone away.

Ling Yun raised his head and said slightly dissatisfied: "Let me read that tweet."

Alonso's tone was not dissatisfied, with a domineering tone: "Look at Twitter, look at me."

Ling Yun remembered that the charity auction just now was a bit unreasonable, so he grabbed his hand, pulled it over and put it on his lips, kissed the back of his hand lightly, held it in his palm again, and use the other hand to use his other hand meaninglessly Twirling his fingers: "Are you tired tonight?"

"Fortunately, I'm not tired. It's just that a small incident happened before I left."

"What's the matter?" Ling Yun asked vigilantly.

Alonso then gave a general account of how the female singer approached him.Ling Yun was angry, it doesn't matter how the other party came towards him, what's the matter with harassing the people around him?

After thinking about it, I felt wrong. How could people know about the relationship between Alonso and him? Boss Xiao Ling was puzzled: "Why did she ask you?"

"Of course I want to get the brooch back, it was given by my ex-boyfriend."

There was a strong smell of vinegar in his tone, Ling Yun recalled the dinner just now, it was prepared by a chef of a well-known hotel in London, although he didn't eat much, he still remembered that none of the dishes were sour.

"No, it's not what you think." Ling Yun smiled mischievously, thinking that there should be no washboard at home, and the Spaniards probably wouldn't let him kneel on the keyboard either.

"What do I think?"

Ling Yun raised her forehead: "We used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but I gave her this brooch just to encourage her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car had already entered his garage, so Ling Yun could only temporarily put aside the conversation and go home first.

Wangcai rushed over to meet them shaking his head, Ling Yun patted his head: "Dad is tired, I will accompany you another day."

Its father came home at this time almost every day recently, complaining that he was tired every day, and Wangcai hadn't gone for a walk with him for a long time.

Ling Yun himself is already busy like a dog, so he can't care about the family dog. Anyway, someone else will take care of him, and his boyfriend will take him downstairs on time every day.

After the two of them took a shower and lay down on the bed, Ling Yunqiang cheered up and wanted to continue the topic just now: "At that time, she always came to the coffee shop where I worked alone..."

Alonso pressed him on the pillow, then lay beside him and hugged him: "Suddenly I don't really want to hear it anymore, if you have extra energy, then let's do something else, if not , then sleep."

Ling Yun leaned against his chest, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep, the light at the bedside dimmed automatically when no trace of anyone's movement was sensed.

Suddenly, Ling Yun raised his head again, and reached into the hem of his boyfriend's T-shirt with both hands restlessly: "I think, let's do something else."

"..."

Even if it is past twelve o'clock in the morning, even if everyone is tired after a busy day, Alonso will satisfy his boyfriend no matter what.

But his boyfriend has no heart, he only cares about his own enjoyment, regardless of his needs, contentedly leaning on his chest and drowsy, making people grit their teeth with hatred, but also wish to hold him in the palm of their hands.

When Ling Yun woke up the next day, the seat next to him was already empty, and his boyfriend had already gotten up and started preparing breakfast.

Ling Yun washed his face, brushed his teeth and shaved, looked at himself in the glasses, he was still the domineering president who could fascinate thousands of female fans, and walked out of the room humming a ditty in satisfaction.

Just like every morning in the past, a sumptuous breakfast was just served on the table, especially the cup of warm milk, which was placed in front of Ling Yun as soon as he took his seat.

He thanked him, flipped through the newspaper without raising his head, and took a bite out of a croissant.

"Now we can talk about the brooch."

"..."

Ling Yun raised his head, and saw that the person opposite had really put a glass of lemon juice in front of him, and enjoyed it with bread and ham, sip by sip.

While chewing the bread, Ling Yun organized words in his mind to see how to tell a bloody campus love story into a youthful, passionate and inspirational novel.

It wasn't until he swallowed the mouthful of bread that he slowly opened his mouth: "She always comes to the coffee shop where I work alone, sitting in the corner by the window, sometimes looking out of the window in a daze in frustration, and sometimes silently shedding tears , sometimes begging the other party to give him a chance on the phone."

"I think she is pitiful, but also kind of cute. I often buy her a cup of coffee, give her some snacks, comfort her, encourage her, and then our relationship becomes closer."

He spoke softly, but Alonso understood and nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Later, for a while, she had the idea of ​​giving up her singing career. I thought she was actually quite talented, and it was a pity to give up, so I gave her this brooch. I wanted to use this little butterfly to encourage her to continue to persevere in her career. dream."

Speaking of this, Ling Yun took a sip of milk, then cut a small piece of ham and put it in his mouth.

Alonso did not urge him, but picked up the glass of lemon juice and waited quietly for his next words.

Ling Yun sighed: "Later, she met a distinguished person in her singing career - a well-known producer in the industry, who was willing to help her, and then the frequency of our meeting changed from once a few days to once a few weeks , and then I never contacted her again, but I saw her on TV a few times."

"Didn't you go to her?"

Ling Yun shook her head: "No, I'm also very busy, how can I find time to find her? Besides, I'm quite happy for her seeing her realize her dream."

Alonso took out a box from his trouser pocket, and when he opened it, it was the brooch he bought at a high price yesterday. He pushed the box to Ling Yun: "Tell me about this."

Ling Yun picked up the little butterfly that was about to fly, and looked at it with admiration: "It's beautiful, isn't it? I gave it to her in the hope that one day she would break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly to realize her dream. Later, she really succeeded gone."

"But she failed you and your heart."

Ling Yun shrugged: "It doesn't matter. To be honest, I never thought of asking her to return me anything. It was you who spent 7 pounds. This thing is really not worth the price."

"No, this brooch may not be worth it, but your sincerity and kindness to people are worth it. She doesn't want it, I want it."

Ling Yun handed the little butterfly to his eyes: "Speaking of which, do you know how this thing came from?"

Alonso took it and took a closer look: "It's really beautiful. It can be seen that it is purely handmade. Although the skill is not pure, it is very hard."

"It was a one-year vacation. I went to Syria, where I met a jewelry designer from Lebanon. He donated all his cash to a local church for orphans. I paid for it for him. Hotel room fee, and bought him a plane ticket back to China, and he gave it to me as a gift."

Little Butterfly was placed back into Ling Yun's palm: "Now I will give him to you again."

"It looks like a lady's brooch, and I don't need it."

"Put it away, or give it to Mia."

"..."

After January, the winter transfer period officially begins. Regarding the transfer of De Bruyne, Arsenal and Chelsea are still in the negotiation stage. The two sides have some disputes over the price. Chelsea insists on 2000 million pounds, while Arsenal Only willing to give 1600 million pounds.

1月5号阿森纳有一场足总杯的比赛，然后下一场英超联赛在1月14号进行，期间相隔了大约9天时间。

Thinking of the intensive Christmas schedule, all the players were very tired, and several of them suffered minor injuries, so they gave the whole team two days off and asked everyone to go back and have a good rest for two days.

Of course Ling Yun is willing to rest at home for two days, but he, Brother Long, is not willing. If there is a chance, it is like taking him and the dog for a walk, even though the weather is very cold.

The holiday is only two days, and it is a bit impractical to fly to any island for vacation. After thinking about it, I can only choose to go to a city near London.

This time, the two of them didn't drive, but took Wangcai by train.The big dog probably hadn't taken public transportation much, and was looking around vigilantly.

There were not many people on the train, and they arrived at their destination safely.

Although this is a tourist city, there are not many tourists here in this season. Compared with London, it is much quieter. If it is not a very lively place, there are hardly many pedestrians.

The two of them were walking along the clear river with their dogs. Ling Yun felt a little cold, so he consciously put his hand into the pocket of his boyfriend's coat.

On both sides of the river, there are very well-preserved Romanesque and Georgian buildings. The honey-colored exterior walls and orange-red roofs, against the blue sky and the rare sunshine, make people feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

The two of them had no purpose, just strolling along the streets and rivers.The dog seemed even more novel than the two of them, looking here and there.

After lunch, the two came to a small museum, which belonged to a very famous female writer. Although it was small, it contained everything about the female writer, and even the staff wore traditional British costumes.

It is said that tourists can also have afternoon tea with the leading actor in the writer's works here, but Ling Yun thinks Mr. Darcy is fine, but Miss Elizabeth is fine.

Then the two of them took the dog to the big lawn in front of the Royal Crescent, where scattered people were lying in the sun and some puppies were having fun.

Wangcai became excited all of a sudden, clamoring for Ling Yun to untie the leash for him and let him go free.

After all, it was a strange place, Ling Yun didn't dare to let it run wildly and freely, he led it around to let it adapt to the environment, and then let it go.

This day was so comfortable, two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Ling Yun and Wangcai were a little bit reluctant to leave on the return journey. Alonso held one hand and coaxed them to get on the train: "Next time, Come back next time you have a vacation.”

Ling Yun did the math, the next vacation will probably be after the end of the season.

Early the next morning, before Ling Yun arrived at the office, Dick Law was already sitting in his office.

When Ling Yun came in, he had already drank two cups of coffee.

Seeing him, Ling Yun was still a little surprised: "It's so early today, is there something urgent?"

You must know that because of the nature of his work, many times, he is outside negotiating with player agents or negotiators of the opposing club.Unless Ling Yun and Wenger summoned him, he was rarely seen in the office.

"Yes!" Dick Law stood up, following Ling Yun all the way from the office door to his seat.

Ling Yun stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture. Seeing the faint excitement on his face, he thought De Bruyne's negotiations had progressed: "Sit down and talk."

Shortly after Dick Law sat down, Wenger also came.

The professor looked complicated, and it was not difficult to see that he already knew what Dick Law was about to say, and his attitude towards it was not positive.

Ling Yun has a bad heart. Could it be that Chelsea has returned? Thinking about it, it should be impossible. Abramovich won't backtrack on his word. The big deal is that the transfer fee still needs to be discussed.

Wenger took a seat next to Dick Law, and Ling Yun looked at them. It was obvious that the former looked a little excited, while the latter looked worried. Ling Yun was confused by them, and didn't know what happened.

Nick brought in two cups of coffee, one was handed to Wenger, the other was placed in front of Ling Yun, and he didn't go out, but stood beside his boss.

"Yesterday, a player's agent contacted me," Dick Law spoke first, but then suddenly closed his mouth, "Guess who this player is."

Ling Yun looked at the expression on Wenger's face, the old man who was always kind and friendly, now looked serious.

In a flash of inspiration, Ling Yun suddenly knew who the player he was talking about was: "Cesc Fabregas?"

"..." Dick Law asked him to guess just to add a little suspense. He didn't expect to be guessed right away, and he felt a little boring, "Yes, his agent called me and said that Barcelona notified him. They, after the end of the season, leave the team, and now they can find another home."

Ling Yun clapped his hands in his heart, didn't he say he was homesick at the beginning, he tried every means to go home, what happened?Didn't perform well enough and was soon kicked out by the family?

He glanced at Wenger again, that gloating mood did not show on his face, and he always felt that no matter what he said now, it would be a secondary injury to the professor.

In other words, the appearance of Fabregas itself is a secondary injury to him.

"Yes, Xiaofa also called me last night."

"Huh?" Ling Yun picked up the coffee and took a sip, "What did he say?"

Wenger sighed: "He said he wanted to go back to Arsenal."

"!!!"

"Let him go" had already reached his lips, and Ling Yun swallowed it abruptly.

It was the first time he saw such a shameless person.He wants to go back to Arsenal?How much is he going to pay back?

Although Ling Yun felt ridiculous and irritating in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he turned to Dick Law and asked, "What do you think?"

Dick Law cleared his throat, the boss and the head coach looked very calm, and he acted very excited again, like a scumbag who turned around and begged himself that he could slap him in the face hard.

"I think we already have a lot of good players in the midfield, and now there is De Bruyne who is negotiating, there is no need to buy Fabregas."

When Dick Law was speaking, Ling Yun had been paying attention to the expression on Wenger's face, but the professor's expression did not change, or Ling Yun could not see any change.

"What about the quotation?" Ling Yun continued to ask.

Dick Law spread his hands: "I haven't contacted the Barcelona club, but I heard from Xiaofa's agent that it is about 3000 million pounds."

Ling Yun couldn't help laughing when he heard the price. The price Fabregas transferred to Barcelona was about 3700 million pounds, of which 500 million pounds were paid out of his own pocket.

Ling Yun frowned, and almost blurted out "how much he plans to pay this time", but he didn't say it out of consideration of Wenger's feelings.

Wenger still didn't speak, sitting there thinking, the eyes of the three people next to him all fell on him.

Dick Law thought he knew Wenger very well, knew that he loved Cesc Fabregas deeply, it was an outstanding work cultivated by him, thought he was more inclined to bring Fabregas back to the Emirates Stadium, and his tone was a bit helpless Said: "In the original transfer contract of Xiaofa, we had the priority to negotiate, and the player himself wanted to return to Arsenal."

Ling Yun gave him a meaningful look, and there were many messages in his eyes, which made Dick Lao's spine shiver for a while, and he shut his mouth wisely.

After a while, Wenger finally opened his mouth, but did not mention the matter in front of him, and brought the topic back to the summer when Fabregas transferred two and a half years ago: "They put the jersey on Fabregas, his The heart just flew away and he told me he wanted to leave Arsenal, he wanted to go home."

"..." Both Dick Law and Nick were confused, but Ling Yun understood his feelings.

The feeling of betrayal and hurt by someone entrusted with all their trust and cultivated with all their strength can really be called a heart-pounding pain.

Ling Yun had already made a decision in his heart, but he didn't say it immediately, but wanted to leave time for Wenger, and wanted him to think about and digest this matter carefully. As the team manager, he ultimately needed to make a decision himself. , to end all past grievances with Cesc Fabregas.

"Well, let's put this matter aside for now. Anyway, there is still half a year before the summer transfer. We can study it again. You are our coach, and the final decision on player transfers depends on you."

Putting things aside like this, the professor returned to his office to prepare for today's training and the next game, and Dick Law continued to follow up on De Bruyne's transfer.

Although Ling Yun had a lot of work in his hands, he still made a special trip to watch the training of the first team at the training ground.

It was still cold in London in January, and the players were all wearing hats, scarves and gloves, and he just stood there in his usual suit with a coat over it.

Wenger is still focused on the training ground, whether it is interaction or conversation with the players, there is a consistent elegant smile, and there is nothing unusual.

Only then did Ling Yun feel a little relieved, and was about to take a look at the team members on the other side who were doing coordination training, when a person who had completed the plan suddenly came to him.

Alonso has always been aware of Ling Yun's habits, and he wears very little in the winter, not because he is not afraid of the cold, but because he thinks it is too bulky to look good.

"Is not It Cold?"

Ling Yun glanced at him, the other party was wearing a black wool cap with red and white stripes in the middle and an Arsenal team logo, which didn't match his temperament.

Ling Yun put his hand into the pocket of his coat, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay."

Alonso looked left and right, taking advantage of his teammates' attention being attracted by Ramsey's sudden and chaotic movements, he said softly: "Go back quickly, your office can also see the training ground."

Ling Yun raised his hand and glanced at the time: "I'll wait until your training is over before going back, anyway, it's only a few minutes away."

Alonso pushed him: "Be obedient."

Ling Yun raised his eyelids to look at him, with a smile on his face: "Speak as you speak, don't move."

"Then I can move my mouth." Alonso took another step closer, and Ling Yun looked at him without evasiveness.

"Harvey, it's your turn, where are you!" At this moment, Pintus' voice came from not far away.

"Here we come." Alonso pushed Ling Yun again, urging, "Go back, hurry up!"

After speaking, he ran away, and turned his head to look at Ling Yun twice during the process. The latter didn't want to distract him, so he could only leave the training ground resentfully.

Within two days, a piece of news appeared in the newspaper. Cesc Fabregas said in an interview with Sky Sports: "If one day I have to leave Barcelona, ​​I hope to return to Arsenal."

"Everything I have, everything I have achieved was given to me by Arsene and Arsenal. He and the team will always be in my heart."

When I saw this interview, Ling Yun was sitting at the dining table having breakfast. I don't know if the Barcelona fans were disgusted by their players when they heard what Fabregas said. Anyway, Ling Yun was disgusted enough.

Seeing his distorted expression, Alonso thought he was sick: "What's the matter, what's wrong?"

Ling Yun faced the newspaper, pushed it over and put it in front of him: "Yes, it's very uncomfortable, it's a physical nausea."

"..."

Alonso spread out the newspaper, read the entire report with a blank face, then folded it aside, lowered his head and continued to eat breakfast, without commenting on the content of the news.

Ling Yun sneered, and spoke with emotion, very bluntly: "Does he think Arsenal is a trash can, just collecting trash that people don't want?"

Alonso frowned, picked up a piece of bread, spread the cheese evenly on it, and handed it to Ling Yun: "Do you want it?"

Ling Yun waved his hand, indicating that he was already full after reading the contents of the newspaper, and couldn't eat anything.

Alonso pushed the fruit in front of him again: "An apple?"

"Don't eat."

From the beginning to the end, Ling Yun was immersed in the anger after reading the report, and did not notice his boyfriend's reaction.