"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

Mourinho called Mores over.

"Where's Tang Zhenglong?"

"I'm on leave."

Mourinho was stunned.

"He didn't just take a leave of absence yesterday."

"Yes, I said I wasn't feeling well, and I wasn't well today."

Mourinho was on fire all of a sudden.

"I think he did it on purpose, have you noticed that Tang Zhenglong has changed since that dead fat man came."

Mores Khan.

"It seems so."

"This bastard."

Mourinho calmed down, "Since he's not feeling well, let's go visit him at his house." ”

"Jose, that's not good."

"What's so bad?"

Mores was afraid that the two would fight again.

"That's it, I'll drive your car later, and we'll go to Tang Zhenglong's house."

******

"Don, the boss has gone to your house." Marcelo reported the news.

"Damn! Good thing I have someone at the club. ”

"Thanks, Curly."

Putting down the phone, Tang Zhenglong called Linda and Emma.

"From now on, I am a patient."

Linda laughed, "Don, did you finally find out that you were sick?" ”

“……”

"Don, you must have been insane for a long time."

"Get out!!"

"Hahaha."

Emma smiled: "Okay, we know, it's to help deceive your boss, don't worry about our acting." ”

"Go and help me get my pajamas, and hot towels, I'm a frail patient from now on."

******

Mourinho knocked on the door.

"Tang Zhenglong's family is so big, this guy is rich enough."

"Hehe, after all, he is also the one who gets Real Madrid's top salary."

Linda opened the door.

"Hello, I'm Tang Zhenglong's friend Linda."

"I'm Jose."

"Please come in."

"I heard that Tang Zhenglong is sick, let's take a look."

"Okay, Don is upstairs."

followed Linda upstairs and came to Tang Zhenglong's room.

Mourinho looked at it, Tang Zhenglong was wearing pajamas and a towel on his head, and he really looked like an old sick person.

"Old ...... Big. Tang Zhenglong shouted weakly.

"Don, what's wrong with you? Why at home, and not to the hospital. ”

"I've seen a doctor, and my advice is to rest."

"Don't you need some medicine?"

"Eat."

"What medicine? Let me see. ”

Emma handed it over, and Mourinho saw that they were all health products, such as grapeseed oil or something.

Mourinho smiled: "Two girls, can you please go out first, I want to talk to Tang Zhenglong alone." ”

"Okay."

Mourinho motioned for Mores to go out as well.

"Close the door."

When everyone left, Mourinho's face changed.

"Tang Zhenglong, I'll give you 10 seconds, roll me off the bed immediately, otherwise I'll make you really sick."

Tang Zhenglong continued to perform.

"José, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm really sick."

"Really?"

Mourinho reached for Tang Zhenglong's clothes.

I'll you!!

"Jose, don't go too far, I have my power as a player."

"Are you threatening to go to Manchester City?"

"If you continue like this, then I don't have a choice, going to Manchester City, that is, an extra 10 million in annual salary, in fact, it doesn't do much good."

Burst.

Mourinho calmed down.

"Don, is this good, if you have any opinions about me, now I will give you a chance, and you can say it all at once."

"Really?"

Jose Mourinho pulls out a bottle of vodka.

"Say a drink and spit out the truth after drinking."

"And there are no outsiders here."

"You promise not to use violence against me?"

"I promise."

"Okay."

Tang Zhenglong is like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"First of all, you hacked me on the first day you returned to the team, and you deliberately manipulated the email you sent me, right?"

“……”

"José, if you're a man, you admit it."

Mourinho nodded.

"I'll admit, I did that."

"Alright, have a drink."

Soon, both men were drunk, and the man drank, and that really said everything.

"Don, you're pretending to be sick, aren't you?"

"Haha, of course, how are my acting skills?"

"Okay."

"Cut."

Mourinho poured Tang Zhenglong a glass.

"Don, do you really want to go to Manchester City?"

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I'm still young, I don't need a pension yet, maybe I'll think about going to Manchester City after I'm 30."

"Haha, I knew you bastard wouldn't leave Real Madrid that easily."

"But ......"

Mourinho had a drink, "That empty check was really tempting. ”

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"Jose, is this it?"

Mourinho is stupid.

"Why are you here?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Zhenglong took out a stack.

"199RMB, free shipping to Madrid."

"China bought?"

Tang Zhenglong nodded.

"But...... It looks exactly like the real thing. ”

Tang Zhenglong Khan died, "Our country is indeed relatively strong in this regard. ”

"Okay."

"Can you give me a few, if Florentino doesn't have a good attitude towards me in the future, then I'll take them out to scare him."

"Haha, no problem."

The wine is almost finished.

"Don, after today, we have reconciled."

"Hmm!!"

"Okay, I'm leaving, I'll come to training on time tomorrow."

"Definitely."

******

In the car, Mores was holding a fake check, and the whole person was stunned.

"This is fake?"

Mourinho smiled and nodded.

"That's what Tang Zhenglong can think of."

"Can you give me a copy of this?"

"No way!!"

Mu Shuai snatched them all back.

"Stingy."

"By the way, you're completely reconciled, right?"

"Sort of, in fact, I didn't think Tang Zhenglong was so annoying, but there are some people, I have to deal with them."

"Who?"

"Traitor!!"

It turned out that Tang Zhenglong was careless and told Marcelo about the news.

"You know, I hate traitors the most, I send a message to Tang Zhenglong today, will I sell the news to the media tomorrow?"

“……”

Mores knew Marcelo was miserable.

******

"Woo woo woo, boss, I am innocent, it was Tang Zhenglong who forced me."

"Hehe, let me ask you, if a beautiful reporter asks you to betray the team, then do you do it, or do you?"

“……”

"Boss, it's impossible, I won't betray the team if I kill me."

"If a person can sell the team once, then his credit is like a piece of waste paper."

"Woo woo, Don! You've killed me. ”

"Do you have any comments on deducting one month's salary?"

"Can I have it?"

"Of course you can, then it will be deducted for two months."

“……”

"Boss, I have no opinion."

"Okay, you said it yourself, don't go to the media behind your back to complain when the time comes."

"No!!"

Mu Shuai patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "I hope that through this incident, you can remember that in Real Madrid, your only boss is me, not Tang Zhenglong." ”