In the early morning of July 3rd, Jorge. Mendez's little wake-up was induced by an email forwarded by his assistant into the first gunshot of World War III.

"Cristiano! Are you crazy? Didn't you sue me that you went to Miami just for a vacation? Now why do people sue me that you are going to be a father? Mr. Mendez didn't even count the jet lag, so he made a direct phone call to Cristiano, "Can you take pity on my fragile nerves?" Oh no, don't pity me, I want you to sue me immediately that this is a fake! And then I'm going to sue this little reporter! I'm going to ask her to pay for my mental damages! Not even a penny in her bank account! ”

Cristiano slowly crawled from the big bed at home in Madrid to the side of the bed with sleepy eyes, grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it, "God! Jorge, it's only five o'clock! I didn't fall asleep for long......" he rubbed his hair and yawned, "By the way, what did you just say?" What journalist? ”

He rolled back with the quilt in his arms, completely unaware of the crisis.

"A reporter from a gossip tabloid that is not in the flow of America! She actually emailed the company and said that you have a child who is about to be born in the United States! She sent us tons of photos! If it weren't for the fact that she didn't send it to her editor-in-chief right away, it wouldn't be me who woke you up now, but a reporter from Marca, As, or any other newspaper! Mendes roared, "Seriously, Cristiano, when are you going to be as well-behaved and sensible as a four-year-old?" Can it be one day, even one day! You've only been three years old since the day I met you! ”

Cristiano sat up suddenly, and the whole person was awake, "What? Who sued you? She—what did she photograph? ”

"Photographed you in the hospital! Also in the parking lot of the hospital, I guess she asked the hospital staff about something from them. Because she didn't photograph any pregnant women or anything like that. Mendes waved his hand irritably, "Now, don't talk about this, just tell me, is this really true?" And you hit the mother who doesn't plan to marry the child? ”

"Uh...... It's true, and I'm not going to sue anyone about her identity. Cristiano raised his voice before Mendes roared again, "But! But I was going to say that too, I was going to update Facebook and twitter later today...... And! And, Jorge, you listen to me, her picture is fake! It's definitely fake! I just returned to Madrid from South Africa and I haven't been to the United States recently. There's no way she'll be able to shoot it! ”

"Oh, really?" Mendes exclaimed, "Then you guessed wrong, our venerable young lady's photo was taken in early June, before the start of the World Cup, and she only showed it now!" ”

Cristiano frowned, "But if she only takes it out now, won't it be useless?" I'll announce it soon anyway...... What does it matter? ”

When you put all your brains on the ball, you do have no brains in many things...... Mendes rubbed his face, "She didn't want to threaten you at all, don't you understand?" She didn't want to use this news to establish her status in the gossip world in one fell swoop, okay? She had other ideas at all! She's only showing it now to prove that she has no ill will towards you! ”

Cristiano fell back into bed nonchalantly, buried his face in the pillow, and let out a groan, "Oh my God, since she didn't even want to break the news, Jorge, seriously, can't you let me sleep well?" I waited for the news of the birth of the child, but I waited until I went to sleep. ”

This time it was Mendes' turn to let out a groan, "For God's sake...... Why can't you think about it, in case she wants to use you for fire? Then you're in big trouble. Can you tell me all this kind of thing in advance next time, so that I can be prepared? You can't be so lucky every time you meet a reporter who doesn't want to take advantage of your news, right? ”

"Just this once, I promise." When Cristiano heard that the crisis was over, he rubbed his head against the pillow, "Whatever she wants, you give it to her." Talk to her, isn't that what you're best at? ”

The big deal is to get some money...... But even if Jorge plans to pay off the bill, it shouldn't be anything, anyway, the little reporter didn't shoot anything, and now the time limit of the news is almost over...... Cristiano has always had a strict allergy to such gossip tabloid reporters, and he didn't plan to be too kind to them.

"Actually," Mendes said slowly, "she gave us another gift." ”

"I beg you, can you finish it all at once?" Cristiano felt that he couldn't sleep at all this time. But that's what Mendes is hoping to achieve," she said, "and she sent us a statement she wrote about you. Would you like to hear it? ”

He asked, but didn't actually give Cristiano a chance to answer, "I've excerpted a passage for you to listen to." ”

Mendez cleared his throat.

"'I never intended to disclose the identity of the child's mother, because I thought it was just my private matter, and there was no harm to society or anyone else. It is based on equal and voluntary communication that we determine how we raise our children. My son will grow up in the future, with the love and care of me, my mother, and other family members, and I think my family and I are more than capable of taking care of him. Of course, I don't think my self-confidence comes out of nowhere. First of all, in terms of material conditions, I can provide him with a very good education and living environment at present, and there is absolutely no problem with this. Secondly, spiritually, I love him completely, and my mother will love this child as much as she loves me, there is no doubt about it. At the same time, in addition to this completely rational consideration, another very important reason is that I like children very much, they are always innocent and kind, and when I look at them, I feel that life is full of beauty and hope, and they are like angels in my life, guiding me to light and love...... And about the identity of his mother, if he wants to know, I will sue him when I see fit. But for anyone but him, I am not obligated to lose my ** right to satisfy the curiosity of strangers. I'm trying to be a good player and a person, but I've never wanted to be a perfect moral leader who is completely open about myself. That's my answer to this matter'. ”

"Pretty good, right? As a giveaway, this is like a live CR7 given to me when I bought sneakers. Mendes clearly agrees with the statement, "And do you know what's better?" Better yet, what she wants is a job, or simply put, a job next to you — your personal communications assistant. ”

"Oh my God! Can't you just keep her with you? Why do you want to stuff it for me? ”

"Although I don't feel comfortable letting her help you, after all, you know, you've always been my favorite. But she still has no problem working as an assistant, writing a PR manuscript, giving her 1,800 euros a month, and she is very satisfied. ”

"That's a good deal." Cristiano made a perfunctory remark, and was about to ask Mendes if he could put him to sleep - and now that all the problems had been solved, he also made the assurances that Mendes wanted. However, at this time, he heard someone knocking on his bedroom door, "Oh my God," he muttered loudly, "What's the matter?" ”

The servant outside the door said, "Mr. Ronaldo, a Miss Gu is looking for you, and she said that Mr. Mendes asked her to come." ”

"Oh yes, dear," Mendes heard on the other end of the phone, and his tone was noticeably lighter, "I asked our dear Miss Gu to find you." She seemed confident that she had been hired, so she arrived in Madrid yesterday. If you want, you can go and meet her now and thank her for giving you a nice statement. Again, she said if you don't want to see her, let me help her ask you, when are you going to go to Glasgow? Edinburgh is so close that she's been there many times and can give you a guide - so, who did you tell you to go to Glasgow when I didn't know it? ”

Mendez was now happy with the young girl's efficiency, he only replied to Cristiano's email while he was on the phone, and she arrived so quickly.

"Hell! I seem to know. Cristiano pounded the bed, "It's the female fan who can only look at her face and can't watch the ball!" She's a journalist! By the way, what's her name? ”

"Gu Bei, dear. But she said in the email that you can also call her by her English name, Ann. ”