A rain ended a hot period in London that lasted for several days. Super-fast and stable updates, this article is made by. In the first few days, the maximum temperature of the day in London reached 30 degrees Celsius. In Barcelona, this temperature, which is the norm from May, lasts until October.

Surrey was as quiet as ever, Patrick looked out the window and the rain was pouring down. Having lived in the city for more than 20 years, he knew that the rain would probably mean that summer in London was over. Soon, it will be necessary to wear a thin cotton suit.

Zoe was lying on the couch wagging her tail, and she seemed to be in a good mood. Patrick reached out and touched Zoe's head and said to the pit bull, "Okay, okay, I know you want to go out, maybe wait for the rain to stop?"

Zoe looked at him, and suddenly jumped off the couch, wagging her tail up and down the living room.

Patrick shrugged and ignored her.

Two weeks ago, Patrick had another ankle operation, and according to the doctor, there should be no more problems after this heal. He had returned to London three days earlier to pick up Zoe from his parents. Originally, he brought Zoe back to England to allow her to soothe a wounded heart, and he didn't want that person to leave London for almost two months, and in the end he returned to London first.

Patrick looked up at the clock, if the plane hadn't been late, she should have arrived in Heathrow, and she should be home in an hour.

****

Lu Ling closed the oven door, and then she set the temperature and time, but she was a little uneasy and checked it again. Nothing seemed to go wrong, she half-clamped her phone, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands.

"I thought you would sleep as soon as you got home. Patrick said on the phone.

"That would be a bad idea, I'm going to sleep now, and I'm probably going to wake up at two in the morning, and then I'll not be jet-lagged for a week. She said.

"So what, you don't have to rush to Harrington tomorrow morning anyway. ”

"That's right. But jet lag confusion makes me think slower, which I don't like. ”

"What are you doing?"

Lu Ling turned off the faucet and wiped her hands with a towel, she glanced at the oven and said with a smile, "bake **." She herself found it incredulous, and the man on the other end of the phone must have been even more so.

Sure enough, Patrick's voice doubled as louder, "hat **?"

“good **.”

Patrick sat up from the couch, "I'm more interested, do you bake?"

"How hard can it be to do it on YouTube?"

"People always say, how hard can it be to follow the steps...... When they saw the results, they sighed, 'That thing hates me,'......"

"Hey, little bastard, instead of taunting me on the phone, you might as well come and see, you lazy guy. She said this, still uneasy, and went to look at the oven again.

"You're going to see the oven again?"

“…… Be. ”

"Tina, you're not a housewife......" Patrick didn't stop laughing.

"Please, housewife is one of the hardest jobs in the world. If it's baked, I'll call it pizza. ”

"I'm coming. ”

Three minutes later, Lu Ling opened the door of the house.

They looked at each other and froze for several seconds.

Patrick laughed first, pointing at her, "I bet if I had a girlfriend now, if I told her you were my best buddy, she'd believe it." You know someone tweeted a picture of you taken at Heathrow, but you wore a hat...... They missed the most exciting. ”

Lu Ling stared at the top of Patrick's head, "Damn, I thought my hair would be shorter than yours this time...... Yours seems to be a little shorter. ”

Patrick walked in, and Lu Ling closed the door.

He turned around, half-teasing, half-serious, "Hey, I know you're single again, but come out?"

Lu Ling pushed his shoulder, "It's just hair, it will grow sooner or later, is there any rule that prohibits straight daughters from having short hair?"

"Short hair, of course, but you're almost bald, why don't you embroider a pattern on it?"

"Look closely. Lu Ling raised his eyebrows.

Patrick leaned closer, and there was indeed a small flower on her right.

"Do you see that?" she asked.

Patrick stared at her side, the small flowers in her hair, the soft arc of her ears and neckline, the scent of coconut—she had just taken a shower.

"Pate!"

Patrick took a step back, "It's bad. ”

Lu Ling looked at his expression and asked suspiciously, "Is it really bad?"

"No, it's cool. He blinked, "Very Christine." ”

"I'm going to blame the temperature in London, I heard before I left Beijing that London also cut my hair in the heat, who knew that I would cool down as soon as I got off the plane......" Lu Ling was joking, she suddenly smelled a mushy smell. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen, cursing loudly as she ran, "** ** ** !!"

And Patrick followed behind her and said, "This time you bake it really a**......"

****

On one side was a 15-inch pizza and on the other was a huge burnt cookie.

Patrick leaned to the left of the table and took a piece of pizza to his mouth. And he suddenly asked, "You know that the biggest cookies people eat are the size of a coffee cup, right? Can you tell me why you want to bake a cookie the size of a 10-inch pizza?"

Lu Ling was on the right side of the table, she also took a slice of pizza, she sighed, "Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

Patrick looked up, she looked really depressed. Perhaps because her hair was gone, he felt that he could feel her emotions more three-dimensionally, as if all the jokes before had been a mask, and now that mask was removed.

They were quietly eating pizza face to face. The pizza was constantly decreasing, and no one spoke.

"Do you want coffee?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes, thank you. ”

"I boiled a pot when I got home, do you want to add ice?"

"Yes, thank you. ”

A cup of coffee was placed in front of Patrick.

"Without milk, do you want to add sugar?" she asked again.

"That's it. Patrick said. He took a sip, which was rich, albeit bitter. He looked up at her. She was wearing a black vest and her bikini prints could still be seen. He pointed and said, "Your bikini print is still there." ”

She smiled wryly, "It won't be until November, and there won't be any in December, judging by my past experience." "It was posted in Marbella, and it's been almost two months.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" Patrick asked softly.

Lu Ling lowered her head, she held the coffee cup, looking at the black liquid, she wanted to say "not really", but she didn't. She looked up and smiled at Patrick, saying, "He was going to propose." ”

"But he didn't? Or did he propose and you didn't say yes?"

Lu Ling turned the cup in his hand and shook his head, "It's not important." ”

Patrick looked at her, he wanted to tell her something, but he realized that now was definitely not the right time, so he reached for the last slice of pizza and asked, "Do you want to share the last slice with me?"

She looked up, a little sneering, but soon she said, "I want half of the meat." ”

"When did you first like pizza?"

"I still don't like it. ”

"We shared a 15-inch pizza, and you told me you didn't like it?"

"I'm hungry. By the way, would you like to try the cookies I baked?"

"Are you trying to poison me, Tina?"

"Does your ankle still hurt?"

"Thanks, you finally asked, it's a lot better......"

"I mean, if it doesn't hurt, I can step on it, accidentally, you know what I mean. ”

"You're a soccer coach, you're threatening a player! It's time to get a job, Tina. ”

"I have an FA class tomorrow. ”

"What course?"

"It's about tactics. When are you going back to Barcelona?"

"I'll be back in a few days. Do you still need Zoe? If not, I'll have to bring her back. ”

Lu Ling thought for a moment, "Take her back to Barcelona, soon, it will be rainy here, she won't get used to it." ”

After she finished speaking, she looked out the window, the summer in London may have ended. Or, the real summer, never came.

****

The next day, the news of Kristen Lu's return to London had already appeared in the newspapers.

In a small section in the bottom right corner of the back page of The Times is a photo of the short-haired former QPR boss as a lecturer at an FA coaching course in London. The article also mentions that she returned to London yesterday, but does not mention anything emotional.

And in the middle of the back page, with a large picture of the real headline sports news, it looks like this:

neymar， ferreira and dembele: trade off

Neymar, Pablo Ferreira and Dembele deals?

The faces of the three stars appeared on the back page of The Times. Entering the beginning of August, the national leagues are about to start, and the future of these three stars is still uncertain. Barcelona's original plan was to sell Neymar who wanted to leave to Manchester United or Manchester City, and then bring in Leon Ferreira or Ousmane Dembele to replace him, but at the moment, it seems that Neymar has changed his mind, so it is very likely that León and Dembele will remain at QPR and Everton.

Tim Lewis put down the newspaper in his hand and sighed. Outside the window, there is still a blue sky and white clouds, but the temperature is not high. It was the second day of QPR's return to Harrington to conclude the pre-season tour.

During this time, he was also isolated from the club's internal news circle. Benitez asked for a direct dialogue with the two presidents and CEO Simon, bypassing the director of football, Monchi, and not taking much of Tim's advice.

In the new season, the three Premier League giants Manchester United, Manchester City and Chelsea seem to want to regain supremacy from the two upstarts of QPR and Everton, and have made a lot of transfer investment. And QPR and Everton also look to be suffering in the transfer market after losing their own manager.

The QPR signings have been made twice, both of which are Benitez's wishes. Monchi remained silent. Nathan Neal also seems to have doubts, but he will not directly veto the idea of a new manager.

What will it be like at the new Queen's Park?

Tim flipped through the newspaper again, and it was a few foreign sports news, and he put it there, which was none other than Nicolas Flores' Real Madrid, and the British media seemed to have sent a lot of reporters to track down the former Everton boss recently.

He got up and prepared to go to the conference room. One last glance at the newspaper, the page he turned was obscured, but a few words could be seen: "Real Madrid close to signing French midfield wizard ......".

The French midfield wizards, oh, again.

It looks like Nicolas is doing well in Madrid.

At least, it seems so. 166 Reading Network