82.Chapter 82
"MatchoftheDay?" Lu Ling asked again.
On the other hand, agent Steve Baker once again gave an affirmative answer.
Lu Ling paced back and forth in front of his house. Oh, the invitation? She wasn't ready to turn it down. It seems like it's going to be a fun experience.
FIRSTLY, SHE GREW UP WATCHING THE BBC'S ACE SHOW, EVEN THOUGH SHE COULDN'T HAVE WAITED UNTIL THAT LATE TO GO TO BED WHEN SHE WAS A KID β ESPECIALLY HER MUM WAS THE MOST VOCAL OPPONENT, SECONDLY, SHE HAD ALWAYS FELT THAT MANY OF THE GUESTS INVITED BY MOTD ALWAYS LIKED TO TALK NONSENSE, AND SHE WANTED TO KNOW IF SHE WOULD BE ON THE SHOW - OR THAT FANS THOUGHT SHE WAS TALKING NONSENSE, AND FINALLY, THE HOST LINEKER AND THE RESIDENT GUEST ALAN SHEARER WERE BOTH LEGENDARY GOALSCORERS IN ENGLISH HISTORY, SO IT WOULD BE OKAY TO GET TO KNOW THEM.
"I think I'll go. She said.
Steve was a little surprised, but he was just joking, "I have to say that they give less money than a lot of offers. β
Is the BBC very picky? Steve probably had a problem with himself not maximizing his interests.
"Hey Steve, maybe in the summer, I'll pick up a lingerie commercial. β
"Kristen, please tell me, you're not kidding, I can talk to you about the sky-high price. Steve, who had always been calm, exclaimed.
"You know I'm joking. Steve, help me promise MOTD's maker. Also, ask them to email me some specific details in advance. Oh yes, when did it ......?"
"I knew it. Steve muttered, and soon, he was back to normal, "If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be the November 26th show." β
Lu Ling is thinking about the schedule, it is the week of the next round away to Burnley. The season starts with Friday night fixtures in the Premier League. QPR's away game against Burnley takes place on Friday night. That's why she chose that week? Saturday night she can do the show with peace of mind -- it seems that the producers of MOTD are very attentive.
"Very well, so be it. What's the matter...... Email me in the last two days, don't call. The next 36 hours were her own vacation, and she didn't want to get any more calls from Steve.
Steve always thought that Christine's words were a little strange, and after he hung up the phone, he thought about it again, and some suspected that she was in love. As her agent, he felt that she should sue him - if she was really in love, after all, if it was exposed by the media later, many things still needed him to deal with the aftermath.
But perhaps, the young girl still didn't trust him that much. Steve thought, no matter what, he'd have to meet her in person next week. She had to understand that they were in the same boat.
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Nick cooks in the kitchen. The back and silhouette are as good as the front.
Lu Ling would raise his eyes to look at him from time to time, he was very busy, but he seemed to be very patient and meticulous, and he was not organized. It's like he's coaching the game on the sidelines.
Oh, maybe not quite like that, because Nick on the sidelines still occasionally goes into madness.
Can cooking fall into madness? Lu Ling didn't dare to imagine.
There is an old Chinese saying that governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh. I don't know if I'll understand it if I tell Nick. After Lu Ling thought of this sentence, he still praised himself in his heart, oh, my Chinese is still good.
When the shaking sound came, she called out to him, "Nick, your phone." β
"Babe, it's yours. Nick didn't look back, he was getting something from the oven, and she didn't know what he was baking yet.
Lu Ling patted the pocket of her jeans, it was empty, she looked around again, it turned out that at the dining table, she forgot to take it back when she went to the dining room just now. She got up from the couch and walked unhurriedly to the table.
Nick was bringing the contents of the oven to the table.
Lu Ling took a look, and it turned out that he was roasting a lobster. Then today's dinner will be very hearty.
Nicholas glanced at the girl's phone, and the caller ID was Patrick Amber.
The phone has stopped vibrating. The screen went dark.
Nicholas took off his gloves and casually asked, "Aren't you going to call back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, her phone started to vibrate again, and it was still Patrick. Lu Ling picked it up and looked at it, he didn't have any special expression, so he just pressed it down. Then she unlocked her phone and turned on airplane mode. When she looked up again, she saw her boyfriend's puzzled gaze.
"Oh, I don't want to be bothered. β
Nicholas smiled slightly, "I'm glad you did. It's just that if you don't answer Patrick's call, I'll think ...... Is there something going on between you. β
Lu Ling also smiled at her boyfriend, "Nick, you're thinking too much." Is dinner ready?"
"Wait two more minutes. Nicholas said and glanced at the kitchen, he should have gone over to turn over the steak. But he wanted to kiss her first, so he did. It was only after a few minutes that he smelled mush that he let go of her.
The Spaniard whispered in the kitchen, "Shit."
Lu Ling sat down and propped his chin with his hands, "Oh, Nick, it's okay, I like mush." β
Nicholas slapped the pasted steak straight into the trash, "Trust me, you won't like the taste." β
Lu Ling was a little surprised by his move, she really didn't mind making do, but Nick seemed to care.
"It was the first meal I cooked for you after we were together and I wanted it to be perfect, like the first night at the Knightsbridge apartment. The boyfriend has a mind reading technique and turned his head to explain.
That night was not perfect for Lu Ling. Her smile froze slightly, and she quickly changed the subject, "Nick, how are you and Jose doing?"
"Oh, we're not dating. Nicholas joked in all seriousness.
"Because you prefer Pep?" Lu Ling asked with a smile.
"Because I like you more. He turned back again, his tone becoming gentle.
"Because I just won Pep?"
The Spaniard flipped over the steak, she completely ignored his love words, he was a little helpless, "Jose called me yesterday and laughed at Pep for a long time, saying that he actually lost to you." β
"I thought you weren't friends after that game. Oh, by the way, you didn't respond to him at all. Speaking of this, Lu Ling's expression was a little puzzled.
Nicolas wiped his hands with a towel, turned his back to her, and said, "All I can say is that you don't know Jose." As for the response, I used to see too much when I was an assistant to him, and I found it a little boring. β
It was Goodison Park last Saturday and it was very windy.
After Ross Barkley opened the scoring with a controversial goal, Jose Mourinho kept arguing with the fourth official on the sidelines. And Nicholas stood on the other side, watching coldly.
It wasn't until late in the second half that United were awarded a penalty, at which point it was NicolΓ‘s' turn to get excited, and Jose was in a few words between the fourth official and his former aide.
In his post-match press conference, the United boss said directly: "I don't think Everton deserve a draw in this game, we feel like we've been robbed, Ross Barkley should have been whistled for a foul before Everton's goal in the first half, and it affected the mentality of our players. Congratulations to Nick's team, if I have someone I envy, then Nick must be one, because when he followed me in the past, he was very lucky. β
And in a subsequent interview with NicolΓ‘s, asked by a reporter to respond to JosΓ©'s remarks, the Spaniard uncharacteristically official, "Everyone has the right to express their opinion, I have nothing to say." After that, he shook off his hand and left the press conference.
Lu Ling only found out about this after playing Tottenham the next day. She was puzzled at the time, with Nick's character, not to respond to this kind of remarks?
She poked the lobster with her right index finger and asked casually, "Nick, I thought you would like this kind of psychological warfare." β
Nicholas still had his back to her. The muscles in his face twitched.
What he didn't tell her was that he received a strange message from Sophie before he walked into the press conference, and they hadn't been in touch for a long time, but she suddenly said that she had something important and wanted him to go back to Madrid. At that time, he was thinking about Sophie's message - if it wasn't really important, Sophie's character would definitely not send such a message, and on the other hand, he was worried about his current girlfriend's match against Tottenham, where would he still be in the mood to argue with Mourinho.
He looked back, and she was licking her fingers, looking like she was looking forward to dinner.
He turned off the heat, the steak was ready, she liked to overcook, he remembered. He did the same for himself, and he wanted to know what it tasted like to eat.
Behind her, she suddenly jumped up from her chair.
"Nick, wait for me in a moment. She said and hurried upstairs.
Nicholas kept looking at her back, smiling and shaking his head, wondering how her players would feel if they saw her like this.
Four or five minutes later, the girl came downstairs in a short black skirt and high heels, and she said softly, "You said you wanted it to be perfect." β
He walked up the stairs and led her down, "You're perfect at all times. β
Lu Ling looked over and met his deep dark and affectionate eyes, after so long, she was still fascinated by him.
Maybe the love period has not passed.
"Nick......" Lu Ling raised his head after taking his seat.
He was still standing behind her, "What?"
"You're not like someone who says everyone else is perfect. She was still looking at him with her head held high.
"You're none other than that. Nicholas said with a smile.
"But before we were together, you thought I had a lot of problems. Lu Ling cleared his throat and learned her boyfriend's accent and intonation, "First, I don't like people who are late, and second, ......"
The Spaniard laughed loudly, "You learn a lot like that." β
Lu Ling pinched his throat and was about to continue, but he leaned down and kissed her face and whispered in her ear, "I apologize." I was a jerk then. If you want to punish me, any punishment, I will accept it. β
Lu Ling swallowed his saliva, his ears were hot, "Nick, sit down, I'm very hungry." β
"Yes, my Royal Highness. β
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On the road back to London from Liverpool, Lu Ling dialed Patrick's phone. But no one answered. It's past eight o'clock in the morning, and the guy might still be sleeping, she thought.
She hit another one, and still no one answered.
Maybe he's angry. Lu Ling didn't call the third one, if one person really doesn't want to answer your call, it's useless to call a hundred.
Originally, she was in a good mood when she came out of Nick's house, but now she felt a knot in her heart.
Did she do it wrong?