Chapter 85
Steve is a very particular man. It's a bit boring. At least that's what Lu Ling thinks. Of course, it might have something to do with his looks, and if it was Nick, she might have a different opinion.
Lu Ling sat on the other side of the table, watching him talk to the waiter about his needs, and she felt that she could fall asleep with her eyes open. When she lowered her gaze, she noticed the delicate cufflinks on his wrists, which she bet were more expensive than everything in her body combined, even though she was already wearing a Burberry trench coat.
The waiter bent over, listening attentively to him, nodding his head and adding a few words. Finally, Steve smiled with satisfaction and handed the menu back.
Patrick said we should wait for him while we ate. Steve told her, but he frowned, "I don't like that, but he insisted, presumably because he was afraid you'd be hungry." β
The girl sitting across from Steve smiled smartly and said, "You need to tip a little more, Steve, that waiter just now has a really good memory." β
Steve pursed his lips and smiled, of course he knew she was sarcastic about him.
Then, propping her chin on one hand, she asked with some curiosity, "Steve, are your fathers and grandfathers like that?"
Steve picked up the goblet and raised his glass to the girl.
Lu Ling also picked up the red wine in front of him.
He took a sip and slowly answered her earlier question, "Yes." Good guess, right?"
If Lu Ling and Patrick are typical of British lower-middle-class background. Steve Baker, then, is a typical British wealthy class background. And if it weren't for football, they'd probably never have crossed paths with people like Steve Baker.
Lu Ling drank a lot in one gulp. The wine was so good that she put down her glass and savored it as she said, "Steve, I don't think you went to the stadium when you were a kid." Oh no, maybe I've been, but, in a box, right?" Steve's father wouldn't have had time to take him to the pitch to watch the game, and even if he had, it wouldn't be in the stands.
"That's right. But when I was a kid, I was envious of the kids sitting in the stands, and I realized later that they probably envied me even more. Steve smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I've never envied people sitting in boxes. I've always felt like sitting in a box and watching a game takes a lot of fun out of it. It's still fun to sing songs full of * and * with the fans. Of course, I wasn't allowed to sing. Lu Ling recalled the time when she was just a fan, and the waiter had already come over with a plate.
Behind the waiter, another waiter approached their table with a familiar figure.
Patrick changed into a black suit. The blonde hair, which has grown a lot, is smeared with some hairspray, and the whole person looks very energetic and handsome. He smiled, and when he came over just now, he was stopped by a few guests, signing autographs and taking a group photo, and he was a few minutes late. But now, he finally saw her.
Steve felt a little redundant, and Patrick hadn't looked at him until he was seated, nodding symbolically at him.
Lu Ling glanced at the boy again, and couldn't help but admire, "I like your suit, it's very good-looking." β
Patrick couldn't control his smile, crooked his mouth, and asked her, "Is there only a suit?"
"Of course not, pretty boy. "He's handsome like a movie star, and compared to his face and figure, the clothes must be a supporting role.
Steve coughed softly, and the two men finally turned their gaze to him. There is also a reason why he called Christine to come over for dinner today.
Two more well-known fashion brands wanted to work with Christine, and he had already helped her turn down a few of them, but it was impossible for her not to sign one or two as alternatives to attend official events in the future. In addition to fashion brands, Steve also has a lot of cooperation intentions waiting for Christine to finalize.
As for Patrick, it's more complicated. QPR's jersey sponsor is Nike, but now Adidas has offered a huge contract to poach the boy in the past. From the prospects, this contract will be more beneficial to Patrick's future business value, and he hopes that Patrick will agree.
So, the three of them began to talk about these issues while eating.
"Christine, aren't you wearing a Burberry, why not if they're willing to sponsor you?" said Steve, cutting a small slice of foie gras and putting it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.
At the beginning, Lu Ling looked at the exquisite meal on the plate, and he had no appetite at all. But after eating a slice of veal, she thought it was good, at least no worse than Nick's.
"Oh, I do love the style of their house. She took another sip of red wine, "HMMM, okay then." What else?"
Steve goes on to talk about a few brands and how they want to work together.
Lu Ling nodded, "Where's your Jianyì?"
"My advice is, all yes. β
"Then why do you ask me?" Lu Ling turned his head and smiled at Patrick, and the boy understood.
"I've turned you down a lot, you know, in the end, you're always going to need that. "Steve's attitude towards business cooperation between these two is really a headache.
"Okay, I'll take your advice. Tell Pat about him. Lu Ling really doesn't bother thinking too much about these things, which is why she needs an agent - and Steve can be trusted.
Patrick's question was more complicated, but before the boy could finish speaking, the boy interrupted him, "Steve, just do what you want, I trust you." β
Steve scratched the right side of his cheek, was he urging me to leave?
"You don't want to hear about what Adidas has to offer......"
"You can email me. Patrick interrupted him again.
Steve nodded helplessly. Then, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and got up, "I'm done eating, you guys use it slowly." I'll buy the order when I leave. β
The broker is gone. Only Patrick and Lu Ling remained.
For a minute, neither of them spoke, chewing their food.
"Tina, why didn't you answer my call?" Patrick asked suddenly.
Lu Ling put down his knife and fork and raised his eyes, the boy was staring at him, hoping to get an answer.
But she didn't know how to answer his question, so she didn't say anything for a long time.
Patrick sighed slightly, "I didn't do anything...... Tina, don't push me away. β
"I didn't. Lu Ling said softly. She didn't answer his phone because she wanted him to understand what she couldn't have done with him.
"That's good. Patrick said as he took her glass of red wine and drank it down in one gulp.
"Hey, that's mine. Lu Ling shouted lightly, maybe the voice was still a little louder, and the guests at the two tables glanced back at them, and she hurriedly lowered her voice, "Have you forgotten that you can't drink?"
"With that, you won't have a problem driving. β
"You've always been like that. Lu Ling looked at him and chuckled.
"What is it all like?"
She shook her head, "Not exactly by the rules." β
"I think I'm too following the rules. β
"Why do you say that?"
Patrick stared at Lu Ling tightly, "If I hadn't followed the rules too much, nothing would have happened between us that night in Chantilly. Also, I shouldn't have let you go when you were at my house the other day. It's just that I don't have much choice, every time you drink. β
"Pat, that's why I don't answer your calls. You shouldn't talk about that, we said it's okay. Lu Ling put down the tissue and prepared to get up and leave.
Patrick quickly grabbed her hand and didn't let her get up, "Tina, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, if you don't want to hear it, I can leave it alone." I understand where I am. You don't like me, you don't have any feelings for me, you're somebody's girlfriend, I understand, okay? you want me to go on a date with another woman, no problem, I'm not going to bother you anymore. However, don't leave me unanswered. Other than this qiΔ, we are good friends. β
The boy's voice was not loud, but he was a little excited, and finally he calmed himself down, and looked at her with a pair of blue eyes with a little pain.
"I promise. Lu Ling looked away, not daring to look into his eyes.
He was sad, and she felt sad.
He was still holding her hand, and she didn't break free.
'I scored today. β
"Yes, that ball is beautiful. β
'Maybe when I play Everton at home, I'll score another one. β
"Pat ......"
'Because I scored when I played them away and unfortunately I didn't win that game. β
"It's a shame indeed. β¦β¦ You're coming by car?"
"Yes. β
"Take me home, I mean if it's convenient for you. β
"Of course. You mean, now?"
"Now. β
Lu Ling shrank his hand, and Patrick shook it one last time, letting go of her.
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A week later, Harrington.
The international break is over and the players are a little tired coming back from the national team. The two games against Tottenham and Manchester City were exhausting, and the intensity of the national team was never low - as long as it wasn't friendly.
The atmosphere of the training session was a little sluggish, Lu Ling could understand that she didn't want to push too hard for the time being, they needed some time to adjust.
While she was talking to Mensah about defensive issues, she heard Zixiang and Ian asking who Patter's new date was. She turned her head and met the boy's gaze, he crooked his mouth and smiled, Lu Ling was stunned, like Pat a year ago. The moment she was stunned, he had already turned his head away, stopped looking at her, and said to the two buddies, "Sky Sports reporter." β
Oh, that girl, Chloe.
Lu Ling lowered his head, he went on a date, he really went.
Mensah shouted at her, she looked up, and emphasized again, "That's it, Stoke City now has more balls on the ground than in the air, so you must always pay attention in the penalty area, and be decisive when making tackles and clearances." β
In two days' time, Queens Park Rangers will travel to Britannia against Stoke City, who are now two places above them.