[Football] The world's first arrogant

In the early morning of July 7, Jorge Mendez's waking up was lured by an email forwarded by his assistant into the first gunshot of World War III.

"Cristiano! Are you crazy? Didn't you tell me that you went to Miami just for vacation? Now why is someone telling me that you are going to be a father?" Mr. Mendes didn't even count the time difference, so he just said Called Cristiano, "Can you pity my fragile nerves? Oh, no, don't pity me, I want you to tell me this is fake! Then I will sue this little reporter! I will let She compensated me for my mental damage! Not even a penny in her bank account!"

Cristiano slowly crawled sleepily from the big bed at home in Madrid to the side of the bed, grabbed the alarm clock and took a look, "God! Jorge, it's only five o'clock! I just fell asleep not long ago..." He rubbed Rubbing his hair, he yawned, "By the way, what did you just say? What reporter?"

He hugged the quilt and rolled back, completely without any sense of crisis.

"A reporter from an unpopular gossip tabloid in the United States! She actually sent an email to the company saying that you have a child to be born in the United States! She sent us a lot of photos! If she didn't send it to her editor-in-chief immediately, call It’s not me who woke you up, but a reporter from Marca, Aspen, or any other newspaper!” Mendes yelled, “Seriously, Cristiano, when can you act like a four-year-old? As well-behaved and sensible? Can one day, even one day! From the day I met you, you are only three years old!"

Cristiano sat up suddenly, his whole body was sober, "What? Who told you? She, what did she capture?"

"You were photographed inside the hospital! And in the parking lot of the hospital. I guess she asked the hospital staff and learned something from them. Because she didn't photograph any pregnant women or anything like that." The door Des waved his hand irritably, "Now, don't talk about it, just tell me, is it true? And are you going to marry the mother of the child?"

"Uh...it's true, and I won't tell anyone who she is." Cristiano raised his voice before Mendes yelled again, "But! But I was going to say this too, I was Going to update k and r later today...and! And, Jorge, listen to me, her picture is fake! Definitely fake! I just got back to Madrid from South Africa, I haven't been to America lately .She can't be photographed!"

"Oh, is it?" Mendes exclaimed, "then you guessed wrong, the photo of our venerable lady was taken in early June, before the World Cup started, and she is only showing it now!"

Cristiano frowned, "But if she just took it out now, wouldn't it be useless? Anyway, I will announce it soon... what does it matter?"

When you put all your brains on the ball, you will indeed be brainless in many things... Mendes rubbed his face, "She didn't want to threaten you at all, don't you understand? She Did you not intend to use this news to establish her position in the gossip world in one fell swoop, okay? She has other ideas at all! She just released it now to prove that she has no malice towards you!"

Cristiano fell back on the bed nonchalantly, buried his face in the pillow, and let out a groan, "God, since she didn't even mean to break the news, Jorge, seriously, you can't let me Sleep well? I was waiting for the news of the birth of the child, but I didn't sleep until just now."

This time it was Mendez's turn to let out a groan, "For God's sake...why can't you just think about it, what if she tries to take advantage of you once? Then you're in big trouble. Next time Can you tell me about this kind of thing in advance, so that I can somehow prepare? You can't be so lucky every time, and you will meet a reporter who doesn't want to use your news to make a fortune, right? "

"Just this time, I promise." When Cristiano heard that the crisis was over, he rubbed his head against the pillow, "Give her what she wants. Talk to her, isn't that what you are best at?"

The big deal is to ask for some money... But even if Jorge intends to renege on the bill, it should be fine, anyway, the little reporter didn't get anything, and the time limit for the news is almost over now... Cristiano has always had a lot of feelings for this kind of gossip reporter. Severe allergies, and he wasn't going to be too kind to them.

"Actually," Mendez said slowly, "she gave us another gift."

"I beg you, can you finish your sentence at once?" Cristiano felt that he couldn't sleep at all this time.But that's what Mendez was hoping for. "She also sent us a statement she wrote herself about what happened to you this time. Do you want to hear it?"

He asked like this, but in fact he didn't give Cristiano a chance to answer at all, "I made an excerpt, you can listen to it."

Mendez cleared his throat.

"'I never intend to disclose the identity of the child's mother, because I think this is just my private matter, neither to society nor to other people in any way. We are based on equal and voluntary communication and communication, and finally determined The way we raise our children. My son has the love and care of me, my mother, and other family members in his future growth. I think I and my family are fully capable of taking care of him. Of course, I think My self-confidence is by no means produced for no reason. First of all, in terms of material conditions, I can provide him with a very good education and living environment, which is absolutely no problem. Secondly, spiritually, I love him completely. His, and my mother will love this child as much as mine, there is no doubt about it. At the same time, apart from this completely rational consideration, another very important reason is that I like children very much , they are always pure and kind. When I look at them, I feel that life is full of beauty and hope. They are like angels in my life, guiding me to light and love... and about the identity of his mother , if he wants to know, I'll tell him as I see fit. But I'm under no obligation to anyone but him to sacrifice my right to privacy to satisfy the curiosity of a stranger. I'm trying to do my best A player and a person, but it never occurred to me to be the perfect moral leader who fully disclosed himself. That's my answer to that'."

"Pretty good, right? As a giveaway, it's like giving me a live cr7 when I buy sneakers." Mendes clearly agrees with the statement, "And you know what's even better? More The good thing is, what she wants is a job, or simply put, a job next to you - your personal publicity assistant."

"My God! Can't you keep her with you? Why give it to me?"

"Although I don't feel very relieved to ask her to help you, after all, you know, you have always been my favorite one. But it is no problem for her to be an assistant, write public relations drafts, and give her 1800 euros a month , she was very satisfied."

"That's really a good deal." Cristiano said perfunctorily. He was about to ask Mendes if he could let him sleep—since all the problems had been solved, he also made what Mendes wanted. guarantee.However, at this time, he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door, "God," he muttered loudly, "what's the matter?"

The servant outside the door said: "Mr. Ronaldo, a Miss Gu is looking for you, and she said that Mr. Mendes asked her to come."

"Oh yes, dear," Mendes heard on the other end of the phone, and his tone became visibly brighter, "I sent our dear Miss Gu to find you. She seems to be very confident in her employment , so I arrived in Madrid yesterday. If you want, you can meet her now, and thank her for giving you a good statement by the way. Again, she said that if you don't want to see her, let Let me ask you for her, when are you going to visit Glasgow? Edinburgh is close to there, she has been there many times and can be your guide - so, without knowing it, who did you talk to To Glasgow?"

Mendes is now satisfied with the efficiency of the young girl, who only replied to her email while he was on the phone with Cristiano, and she arrived so quickly.

"Damn! I seem to know." Cristiano thumped the bed, "It's that female fan who only looks at faces but not football! She's actually a reporter! By the way, what's her name?"

"Gu Bei, dear. But she said in the email that you can also call her by her English name, Ann."