"Thank you. ”

Nicholas heard her say to the man outside the door.

Then came the sound of the door slamming.

Wait for her to turn around.

"Do you mind?" he held out his right hand to her.

Lu Ling raised her eyes and looked at Nicholas, he looked like a gentleman, so she handed him the red wine in her hand.

He tightened his grip on the bottle, she let go, he winked at her right eye, and then he looked down at the label on the bottle and skimmed the corners of his mouth without a trace.

"I told you there was nothing you liked. She said.

"You should keep two bottles of good wine in your office in case an important guest arrives out of nowhere. Like me. He said and went to her desk with the red wine, he turned his back to her, "Corkscrew heart." ”

As he spoke, a hand reached out to his side. He looked at her slender fingers, stunned for a moment, and took them. He aimed the sharp spiral at the center of the stopper, fixed it, and began to turn the upper ring.

“i’that.”

He heard her say behind him. He laughed, and the cork was already exposed, and he grabbed the hoop and pulled it out. The lower and lower parts of the cork have been dyed red by the smell of wine. He heard a little rubbing against the plastic bag.

“glasses,love.” He set the cork aside, picked up the wine that had been opened, and looked at the label carefully.

Two paper cups were placed on the desk in front of him, and the paper cups were also printed with the team emblem of QPR.

“isaidglasses.” Nicholas said as he glanced at the paper glass, then his focus returned to the label of the red wine. Bordeaux in 2005, unfortunately not at the château. He heard the cupboard open.

After a while, two crystal clear goblets were placed in front of him. He smiled at her with satisfaction, "You don't have any wine in your office, but you do have beautiful glasses." But you were reluctant to give it to me at first. ”

"Paper cups are more convenient. Sometimes when I'm in a bad mood after a game, I go to the restaurant and get a bottle of wine and come back here and pour it in a paper cup to drink. Oh, actually, I sometimes don't even bother to use a cup. Lu Ling walked around to the back of the desk, she didn't sit down in a hurry, but supported the table with her hands and watched the Spaniard pour wine.

The red liquid slowly flows from the mouth of the bottle into the glass. In the first cup, he usually pours very little. Really. After he poured it, he picked it up and shook it gently, and handed it to her.

"Thank you. She held the glass with two fingers, stared into his eyes and continued, "Nick, stop playing games with me heart?love?hat'snext?babe?"

He stared at her too, feeling that she had squeezed the glass, and he withdrew his hand.

"Hoabouttina?" he began. But he didn't even look at her expression after he finished speaking.

It's just that the atmosphere is starting to get a little tense.

He poured himself almost as much wine as he poured out of her.

When he picked up the cup and looked at her again, he unsurprisingly bumped into her embarrassed and angry gaze.

"What do you want, Nick? You say a drink, I thought we'd talk about the league like two normal Premier League managers, or the damn weather. I'm not going to talk to you*, you know why. Actually, I'm not in a good mood and I'm sure you're just as happy with today's result. So, tell me, what exactly do you want?"

I want you. He thought.

Nicholas took a sip of his wine, and it wasn't as bad as he thought. He swallowed the red wine down his throat, raised his head, and said, "I apologize for everything just now, I've been under a lot of pressure lately." However, you just said that sometimes you come here for a drink when you are in a bad mood after a game...... I don't think you have a lot of chances like that, didn't you lose just two league games this season?"

The tense muscles on her face finally relaxed.

She came to drink it with him with a strong sense of defense. He knew she was different, though she hadn't been the same for a long time. But compared to three months ago, she has changed again. In fact, from the time she called him, he should have known. Nicholas felt the taste in his mouth unusually bitter. He poured himself some more, this time taking up three-quarters of the glass. He even forgot that he should have asked her first. Until she put the glass in front of him.

He heard her voice again, much more relaxed than before.

"In the first half of the season, there really weren't many chances. But these months...... Oh, I should tell you, in January, my calves were cramping at four or five o'clock in the morning. Now my calves don't cramp and I start to lose my hair. The next time you see me, maybe I'll be bald. I'm not kidding, I mean it. ”

He had already poured the wine, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

She took the wine, took a sip, and continued, "Look at me, Nick, this may be the last time you'll see me with hair. Imagine, bald Christine. ”

He looked at her and really imagined the image. Then he couldn't help but laugh, at first he was more attentive, and then he simply laughed.

She pouted, "Just like Pep now-, so*ingsexy!" She looked at his thick black curls again, "You don't look bald." ”

She really wanted to make me a friend. Nicholas realized this in his own laughter, which made him laugh even more wildly. The bitterness in the mouth is also intensifying.

"I think my family has good genes. He raised an eyebrow and said, "If you're really bald, you can consider silver when buying a wig, I think that might be a good fit for you." ”

"Silver?" she asked.

"Yes, like a real queen. (Nick is joking, Elizabeth II has gray hair because of her old age)

"Oh, that's interesting. Thanks for the suggestion. However, if I was really bald, I wouldn't wear a wig. I think the bald Christine should be beautiful too, but not as beautiful as she is now. ”

"I don't doubt it. He shrugged his shoulders and said quickly.

She put down her glass, perhaps because of the alcohol, she looked a little hot. She took off her heavy coat and wore a silky ivory white shirt underneath, somewhat similar to the one she had last worn at Goodison Park. She fastened it tightly, and now, she unbuttoned the top one. His gaze followed her movements, and he felt like his throat was on fire. The moment she raised her eye, he turned around.

He leaned against her desk, sipped a glass of red wine, and looked around her office.

Her office at the New Queen's Park Stadium is small and probably doesn't use much. It's new, just like this course. The décor is simple. She likes plain colors except for her clothes.

"You should feel lucky. He suddenly looked back and said.

Lu Ling had just hung up her coat, and when she heard his words, she was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Because you didn't score the last goal?"

He nodded.

"But we had more chances than you in the whole game. ”

"That's what you told reporters?"

"Yes. I'm telling the truth. ”

"No, you're talking about data. He scoffed.

Lu Ling walked up to him with red wine, half-sitting and half-leaning on the desk like him.

He glanced at her, a perfect side face, a graceful neck, and a soft body......

He smelled her scent.

She seemed to be thinking, and finally, she said slowly, "To be fair, our luck in these two games is good. The last game against Bournemouth, towards the end of the game, the referee gave a penalty that wasn't a penalty at all, but this one, you definitely have more chances than us. If it weren't for luck, we would have picked up two points instead of four. ”

He didn't speak, waiting for her to finish.

"But, Nick, you've had better luck than us all season, haven't you?" she asked, tilting her head.

Nicholas raised his eyebrows with a mocking smile, "So you also think that Klopp is right, we relied on luck to stay at the top of the list?"

Lu Ling shook his head, "I didn't say that you only rely on luck, I just said that this season, you are one of the luckiest teams in the league." ”

"Have you watched every game at Everton?" he asked.

"Mostly. ”

"Oh, I didn't expect you to care so much about my team. ”

"Nick!"

"Godhelselves." he said arrogantly, "when a team can hit the opponent's penalty area ten or twenty times in a game, the penalty awarded is a high probability event, even if the final penalty is wrong, it is also deserved." You won't be ignorant of this. ”

"Of course I do. Lu Ling frowned slightly, "People think that Barcelona's opponents' red cards are mostly due to good luck, or the influence of the referee; people think that Manchester United in the Ferguson era always awarded penalties and scored in stoppage time are lucky, or the referee's influence, but the fact is that whether it is a red card, a penalty or a stoppage time goal, in most cases it only says one thing from the football level: therightay."

"Why do you want to talk to me about luck when you know?" said Nicholas, finishing his glass.

"Because there's pure luck on the football pitch. ”

"Yes, I don't deny that. But that's too mysterious. That's why Sir Alex Ferguson, whom you like, said, 'Dyhell!'" He said he was about to add some more, but first asked her if she wanted more.

Lu Ling then handed over the cup.

He poured the wine, and she was about to take back her glass, and he was about to hand it to her. The two hands overlapped each other and soon separated again.

Lu Ling picked up his glass of red wine again.

Nicholas picked up his glass of wine again.

Together, they turned around, maintaining their positions.

“…… Would you classify that serious injury that ruined your career as bad luck?" she asked cautiously.

He spoke for a long time, "Did you ask your father that?"

"I don't need to ask. ”

"Oh?"

"Why do you think he spent the rest of his life gambling, even at the cost of losing his wife and daughter. Lu Ling let out a sneer when he said this, "You know what? He bet on my team to lose...... He thought it would help me win. ”

"He's just looking for a peace of mind. ”

She heard his voice coming, and it was a little lonely.

"yes, he is. Lu Ling shook his head and felt a little dizzy.

Nicholas put down his glass, turned his head, looked at her, and asked unusually seriously, "Do you really want to know?"

"What?" Lu Ling turned his head to look at him, a little puzzled for a moment.

"That question you asked. ”

She nodded.

"That's not bad luck......"

"I knew it was a malicious incident......"

"Yes, it was a malicious incident. But Manny did it for a reason. …… I slept with his woman. It's just that I didn't know Vera had a boyfriend when I slept with her. So I won't forgive Manny either. Manny didn't end well either, though......"

'He was suspended for nine games, came back in poor form, was sold by Valencia to a team in La Liga, and then went to the Greek league and had a miserable career. Lu Ling continued.

"Oh, you know. He looked at her.

Lu Ling shrugged his shoulders, "I used to want to know everything about you. ”

She used once. He took a big sip, and the wine was not strong enough.

She lowered her head again and said, "But the reason Manny did do that, I did hear it for the first time, and it is not in Wikipedia or Google. ”

"I didn't tell anyone, and Manny and Vera wouldn't want anyone to know. Interestingly, they later got married. There were a few children I don't remember. At this, he put down his glass and looked at her again, "But I learned a little from that, and asked her if she had a mentally ill boyfriend before taking her home." ”

Lu Ling laughed, and the wine in the glass was swaying. She teased him, "Speaking of which, how many women have you brought home this year?"

He looked over and whispered, "Oh, so you want to talk about this?" he said, standing up straight and turning across from her. He approached her, his hands on her side, trapping her between him and the desk.

His voice became hoarse and dangerous, and his lips got closer and closer, "Tell me, what do you want to know? Is it just numbers? Or are they details? Where do you want me to start? From kissing? Or we can skip this ......"

She hurriedly reached out to push him, completely forgetting that she was still holding a wine glass in one hand. The red wine in the glass spilled all over him.

But he didn't even look at it, and he didn't move half a step.

"Oh, you don't seem to want to hear it? Why?" he tried to catch her evasive gaze.

"No, you're acting very inappropriately, Nick!" she pushed him again.

"You know I like to ...... first," he grabbed her wrist and continued to whisper.

"Nick, I don't want to hear it!" she yelled.

After she yelled, he let go of her wrist and took a few steps back. She quickly straightened up and walked behind the desk.

She said indifferently, "You should go, I believe you have clothes to change." ”

He looked at her with a strange smile, but she turned her face.

"Don't forget you owe me a suit. He shook the red wine off his body and walked out the door.

Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Nicholas' hand was on the doorknob, but he thought of something.

He suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, you called me that day and asked me...... You and Patrick...... You're not planning anything, are you?"

Lu Ling looked at the Spaniard by the door and replied calmly, "I am indeed planning something. ”

He strode back and asked excitedly, "Tell me what you're planning?"

"It's none of your business. "She doesn't look at him.

"Tell me! or I won't go. ”

She pouted, "I don't want to sneak around with Pat anymore." ”

"Kristen Lu, are you crazy?"

She looked at him with a frown, a little confused.

"Are you crazy?!I told you not to get too close to your players, it will affect your dominance in the dressing room, not only did you not listen, but I couldn't wait to sleep with him as soon as you left......" he sneered, "That's it, you still want to tell the world that you slept with your players, you don't have any sanity, do you?"

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, her brow furrowed.

His voice grew louder and more emotional, "Do you know that you took him when he was seven or eight years old, and then he took him when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and after you make it public to him, someone will definitely find out about these things...... All it takes is one person to come forward and say that you seduced him when he was a minor...... Do you know that this is the abyss?!I haven't said what your players will think, what will the coaches and celebrities who appreciate you think? Are you ready to give up your entire career for him?"

Lu Ling stiffened his face, gritted his teeth, and stared at the man in front of him.

After a few seconds, she yelled at him, "You're just...... In the ...... of jealousy"

"I'm jealous I know very well in my heart, but you have absolutely no idea what you're going to do is an extremely stupid thing!"

"There was nothing immoral about my relationship with Pat until he was eighteen. I'm not afraid of others checking it. Now, I'm with Pat and I haven't hurt anyone. It is a world of free, multicultural values. I know it's unusual, and it can be hard for people to accept, just like when we first went public...... I know there will be criticism, but I don't care......"

Nicholas continued to sneer, "This has nothing like us! You know better than I do about the football environment in England. Don't forget that The Sun is staring at you right now, waiting for you to make a mistake, and you're going out there and telling everyone that you're with Patrick and you're ruining your entire career. I don't know what exactly you're looking forward to, a fairytale ending? everybody clapping and wishing you guys together? Oh, I don't know when you've become a complete idealist. ”

"I don't know if I'm an idealist yet. But according to you, I'm back in the Middle Ages, right? Should I still be burned?"

"No, you won't be burned. He suddenly calmed down, but his voice was even colder, "I just hope you don't spend the rest of your life depressed like your father......"

"getout!" Lu Ling suddenly shouted.

Nicholas glared at her, wanting to say something.

"getout!nick!" she yelled again.

Nicholas then turned around. He opened the door, and Tim was right outside. The Spaniard glanced at the QPR's assistant teacher, said nothing, and strode away.

Tim caught a glimpse of the red wine on the Everton manager's suit. He sighed inwardly.

"Now you know how we get along!?" Lu Ling was still angry, "He knows me, so he knows how to hurt me! It's like I'm a sexual impotent, but he gave me the sexiest girl in the world!"

Tim closed the door, looked at her, and said solemnly, "...... I've heard some, sorry, Christine, Nick was right, you can't tell everybody you're with Patrick. 166 Reading Network