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He must take it off!

The administrative office area of ​​Stamford Bridge Stadium was on the five-story building that came in at the gate. Yang Cheng walked into the administrative area and immediately attracted the attention of countless office staff at the scene. They all raised their heads and stared at him in a daze.

Why did this guy come?

An absurd idea came to his mind. Could it be that he is going to take over Chelsea?

There are even people who secretly think that Mourinho is not worth it. The unlucky Portuguese lost a game and even lost his coach position. What's the matter?

However, when he saw Mourinho walking over with a gloomy face, he immediately understood that this was not the case at all!

Feeling Mourinho's expression and eyes, the staff bowed their heads to do things one by one.

Instead, Yang Cheng followed Mourinho carelessly and walked towards his office.

"Haha, Caesar, welcome!" Kenyon smiled and caught up from behind. He obviously heard the sound of the wind.

"Hello, Peter!" Yang Cheng and Kenyon are not unfamiliar with each other.

Kenyon seemed to be a enthusiastic partner, holding Yang Cheng's hand, "I heard that you made an appointment with Jose to have a drink together, just so happens. I have always hoped that I could have a chance to have a good chat with you."

After a meal, Kenion looked at Mourinho, "Jose, I specially treasured a bottle of 1982 red wine collected in France in my office. Give me a chance to get together in my office. How about it?" He didn't believe Mourinho would reject his favor.

Mourinho is now having a headache about how to deal with this damn Caesar. When he hears this suggestion, of course there is no problem.

Yang Cheng lamented in his heart. It seems that he will lose Mourinho's face. This time it will not work. He secretly cursed this damn Kenny in his heart. Why is it so coincidental?

drink wine?

Just kidding, Yang Cheng's alcohol tolerance was not good. He drank a little casually and immediately found an excuse to say goodbye.

If you really stay and drink more, it will not be a place for others, but a place for yourself.

He absolutely believes that Mourinho and Chelsea are happy to see Yang Cheng appear drunk in front of journalists and media around the world, which will definitely be a big news.

Looking at Yang Cheng's back, Kenyon put down a glass of red wine in his hand and smiled slightly.

"He is deliberately irritating you!" Kenyon said.

Mourinho nodded with a cold face, "I know!"

What is a threat?

This is the warning!

Ferguson often does this kind of thing. If he wins the ball, he will take the opportunity to ridicule you. Then, when he meets you next time, he will inevitably leave a little bit of shadows in his heart, which will make it more convenient to hit.

"So, it's best not to get angry!" Kenyon smiled. He was used to Ferguson's tricks.

However, Yang Cheng used it seems to be more advanced than Ferguson. At least Kenyon could see that Mourinho said it was okay on the surface, but he said he knew it, but in fact, he was still unknowingly influenced by Yang Cheng.

To Ferguson's words, give him a gun and a bullet at this moment, and he will kill Yang Cheng without hesitation!

"The boss was very unhappy after watching the game, but finally accepted my explanation. At the same time, we also formulated a plan for signing in the winter break. I hope you have time to give me a list and plan so that we can operate as soon as possible."

Kenyon spoke, cutting off the beginning and tail, leaving only the middle, and talking Abramovich's decision as if he had fought for the benefits he had won for Mourinho.

"Yeah!" Mourinho's face did not change, and he replied.

"Do it well, Jose!" Kenion smiled and patted Mourinho on the shoulder, with the tone of a superior leader.

Mourinho stood up and took advantage of the situation to break free from his hand, "I'm going back!", and then walked out of Kenyon's office without saying anything.

Kenyon looked at his hand in the air, then looked at Mourinho's back, and a hint of anger flashed in his heart, "I'm really an arrogant guy, can't you even say thank you?"

Winning a row will cover up many problems and contradictions in a team, but this does not mean that problems and contradictions do not exist. On the contrary, these problems and contradictions will accumulate as the victory continues and will explode one day.

Now, a key defeat has only brought the contradictions and problems into germination.

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After playing Chelsea, the team won the national team match day for two weeks.

Yang Cheng also won the opportunity to take a breath. In addition to the national team reporting that the team had suspended training for a day so that everyone could have a good rest.

Like all holiday mornings, Yang Cheng still got up early, then ran in the community, went home, took a cold shower, and finally came out to sit comfortably in front of the dining table, eating breakfast and reading newspapers.

Without exception, all the reports were about Liverpool's 2-0 away game against Chelsea last night, and they all praised it, and they wanted to give Liverpool a chance to heaven.

"Uncle Cheng, are you listening to me?" Natalie grabbed the newspaper in his hand directly.

"Ah? What did you say?" Yang Chengzhen didn't hear it clearly.

Natalie slapped her forehead hard, with an expression that I really lost to you, and then knocked on the two tickets on the dining table, "I'll ask you if you want to go to London to see Avril's concert!"

"I'm not sure if I'm free at the concert!" Yang Cheng said perfunctorily and grabbed the newspaper again.

"But I want to go!" Natalie's eyes were innocent, as if she was asking for help.

Yang Cheng immediately showed a smile, "Then you go, I sponsor you to London."

"I want you to accompany me!" Natalie answered immediately, feeling a little nervous.

"Uh..." Yang Cheng's mind turned sharply, trying to find an excuse.

"Don't say no!" This time, Natalie turned her back on her previous reserve and became very proactive and even a little domineering.

Looking at her eyes, Yang Cheng shook his head and sighed. He really spoiled her.

"Yeah, I know that Uncle Cheng loves me the most!" Natalie came over with a smile, kissed Yang Cheng's face, and then ran into her room, saying that she was going to call.

Yang Cheng touched his face, a little strange, as if he was still warm, and thought to himself: Why are the little girls so proactive nowadays? Do they really think that they are Liu Xiahui who is calm and unwilling to do so?

No, I am also a normal man, a 32-year-old man who is like a wolf and a tiger!

Don't seduce me to commit crimes anymore, Amen!

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In the next few days, Yang Cheng spent the training ground and at home.

Although the first team suspended training, he had to be busy with more things. For example, Davis and others resumed training, but the team added several new casualties. These damn national team games have never stopped making any trouble.

However, in order to fulfill his promise, he accompanied Natalie to London to listen to Avril's concert.

This concert was scheduled for Wembley Stadium, which has not yet been completed. The stadium was just demolished and rebuilt last year. Now a year has passed, and the stands and frameworks have been completed. It is just lacking funds and cannot continue. So on the one hand, it earns some fees by renting it to others to host concerts or other activities, and at the same time, it is also raising funds everywhere.

Avril gave a friend ticket, and was in the first row in the front row. Yang Cheng and Natalie were not conspicuous in the dark concert stands, but she recognized it at a glance. She kept winking and making expressions throughout the concert, making Natalie smile.

Yang Cheng looked around and felt puzzled, why do these two ghost girls look very familiar?

After the whole concert, Yang Cheng and Natalie went to the backstage and chatted with Avril for a while. Then the two girls walked aside and said a lot of whispers, but they didn't know what they were doing.

"Why do you seem to be very familiar with Avril?" On the train back to Liverpool, Yang Cheng couldn't help asking this question. After all, he accompanied her to London to watch a concert so far away. He had to give himself an understanding no matter what he said.

Natalie smiled and glanced at Yang Cheng, but did not give an answer.

Yang Cheng didn't ask, thinking to himself, can you still hide your secrets in a movie?

Not to mention, Yang Cheng's impression of Natalie is still in the distant past, the image of the little loli waiting for the car alone in a cold night. But in fact, Natalie has grown up and is no longer the little girl she used to be.

"Uncle Cheng, do you still remember that year in Leipzig?" Natalie asked, her thoughts flying for a long time ago.

"It was the train ticket you gave me back to Frankfurt back from Leipzig to take the train. Just like now, Tim, he sat opposite him." She looked very excited to recall that year.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, but wondered why she called herself uncle and Tim Hank by his name? Isn’t this clearly calling herself old?

Just as he was thinking, he saw Natalie beside him rubbing her shoulders and arms, obviously a little cold.

The train goes north, and it is already mid-October, so it is normal for coldness.

"I told you to wear more clothes when you go out, but I won't listen!" Yang Cheng complained, but he still felt sorry for her and wanted to take off his coat and put it on her. But when he saw her secretly turning his face and laughing, he immediately knew what was going on.

Natalie was really happy. Just in the backstage, Avril secretly grabbed her and taught her a unique skill, which was to pretend to be cold on the road, and then asked him to take off his clothes and have a classic scene of a flower protector.

"Nine and a half of ten men can't stop the weak woman's attack. Believe me, he will definitely take it off!" At that time, Avril patted her plump breasts hard to guarantee.

The plan was progressing smoothly. She saw that Yang Cheng was going to take off her clothes. She felt sweet in her heart and felt that Uncle Cheng still loved her. For this, she was so happy that she laughed, but turned her head and found that her clothes were not taken off. Her damn Uncle Cheng was pretending to go to bed.

"Uncle Cheng!" Natalie shook Yang Cheng's hand.

"Ah?" Yang Cheng replied weakly.

Pretend! Too ready!

Natalie felt bright, but she didn't point it out, "I'm a little cold!"

"Yes, the higher you go north, the lower the temperature. If you endure it, you will get home immediately." Yang Cheng said.

Natalie wants to cry, what does it mean to be home if you endure it?

"Your sweatshirt is also quite warm, and it's covered with cotton!" Natalie hinted.

"It's not warm, I still feel cold!" Yang Chengzhen made a few moves of rubbing his hands. What's so that.

Natalie really wanted to cry. She said so clearly that she didn't understand?

"Uncle Cheng, don't you think you should show your gentlemanly demeanor at this time?" She simply said bluntly, you are not as thick-skinned as this, right?
To be continued...