After a good sleep, when I woke up in the morning, it turned out to be sunny.
The blue sky, not a single cloud.
The golden sunlight shines unbridled, as if everything in front of you is coated with a golden film of light.
It rained lightly yesterday and is sunny today.
The weather in England is really unusual.
But after living there for a long time, I feel used to it.
"You're awake."
When Yang Huan stomped downstairs, Zhang Ning had been busy in the kitchen for a long time.
Wearing an apron and pajamas, she looks like a good wife and mother.
But for some reason, an idea came to Yang Huan's mind.
In Japanese love action movies, the kitchen is also a very emotional main battlefield.
This thought made him chuckle.
Zhang Ning's pink face suddenly turned red and she spat, "You pervert, your head is full of crooked thoughts so early in the morning."
She still doesn't understand this man's little thoughts Yang Huan became depressed, "I said, isn't this normal?
How can a man not think twice when he sees a beautiful woman?"
After the last sentence, he added, "Unless there is something wrong with this man."
But thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was really wrong with him.
There are many beauties around him, but he really doesn't know exactly when he can bid farewell to his virgin career.
Although there is only one word difference between virgin and man, the difference is huge.
The most basic thing is that men always look down at virgins with a very disdainful look.
The virgin can only look up at the man sadly.
Zhang Ning's anger was mostly just an act.
She had been with Yang Huan for so long, and she still didn't understand Yang Huan's character, which was all about talking nonsense, looking whoring, and asking for things.
He is really as he said, romantic but not vulgar.
"It's time for breakfast."
Zhang Ning brought out the breakfast he had carefully prepared.
Yang Huan drank all the milk in one go and ate two pieces of toast, which was just a breakfast.
"When are you going to London today?"
Yang Huan asked casually.
"I went there in the morning.
I made an appointment with Huang Ying to go shopping at noon."
Huang Ying has now started working at Foster + Partners in London as an assistant to Norman Foster.
"Oh, by the way, Yoona is going too."
Yang Huan said "Oh", he was a little strange, didn't he say that there were three women in one drama?
Also, isn’t it said that women are very selfish and want to possess the man they like?
Why is it that Zhang Ning and Huang Ying are so close to each other?
Why do even Lin Yoona have a good relationship with them?
"What about you?"
Zhang Ning asked.
"I'm going to Staplewood later, and I have to ask Sun Yue to receive Liu Mingwei and the others later."
Fatty Liu really does what he says.
When he was at Haitian Feast, he said that he would organize some fans to come to the UK to watch the game live.
As a result, as soon as Southampton reached the FA Cup final, he immediately called Yang Huan and entrusted Yang Huan to help get some tickets.
Just kidding, Yang Huan is the owner of Southampton, and he’s worried about not having the tickets So Fatty Liu organized a group of more than 200 wealthy fans and rushed to London.
This is considered a football tour, right?
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"By the way, you go out later and take Long Sansan with you."
Long Sansan is one of the bodyguards Yang Huan entrusted Long Wu to hire.
Although he has retired from the Dragon Team, he still chooses to continue using the Dragon Team's code name.
"Why?"
Zhang Ning was a little surprised.
Yang Huan chuckled, "You three beauties are going shopping, and Long Sansan is here to help you drive away those crazy bees and butterflies."
After saying that, Yang Huan turned around and shouted, "Lao Wu" Long Wuyi appeared in a blink of an eye, "Young Master."
"Call Long Sansan."
Long Wu pressed his ears a few times from behind.
Soon, the door opened and Long Sansan, who was in his thirties, walked in.
"Master, call me" "Yes."
Yang Huan nodded, "Wait a minute, you can drive with me to London for shopping."
When Zhang Ning heard Yang Huan call her young mistress, she was immediately ashamed and happy, and her pink face was so red that it seemed like water was oozing out from her face.
Those bright, watery eyes stared at Yang Huan, as if they were about to set him on fire.
"I'm telling you, when you get to London, you have to follow closely.
If the three young ladies make any mistakes, I will settle the score with you."
Three young ladies Zhang Ning immediately threw the sanitary eye at him.
It would be best to smash him to death.
This guy is too greedy, right?
One or two is not enough, we need three However, this is just taking advantage verbally.
Therefore, Zhang Ning could only protest with his eyes.
But this kind of eye protest is harmless.
With Yang Huan being so thick-skinned, how could he possibly care?
"Don't worry, Master, I know how to do it."
"Well, you have to figure it out yourself.
If you meet some ignorant people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman, just throw them out.
If they still persist, give them a hard slap.
It doesn’t matter if I have a meal or if my hands and feet are broken, if anything happens, it’s mine.”
Zhang Ning immediately chuckled, "Do you think everyone else is like you?"
"If only others were like me, so polite, so gentlemanly, and so restrained towards such a charming beauty like you, then I wouldn't have to worry."
Zhang Ning burst into laughter and couldn't stop giggling.
This guy is so thick-skinned.
He praises himself so well and still has no shame.
He's still polite and gentlemanly, but whoever takes advantage of him is someone who takes advantage of everything.
"I understand, young master" Long Sansan nodded in agreement very seriously.
As soon as he made the promise, Yang Huan knew that unless he died, he would never allow anyone to offend Zhang Ning's three daughters.
"Okay, you go get ready too."
"Okay, Master" Long Sansan nodded and went out.
Zhang Ning knew in her heart that Yang Huan was exaggerating, but in fact it was because she cared about them.
"Okay, don't keep using your eyes to blindly prostitute me.
If you do this again, I'll charge you."
Zhang Ning burst out laughing, and the warmth in his heart turned into anger in the blink of an eye.
This guy is always like this, can't let this warmth stay for a little longer She knew that Yang Huan was not a man who liked watching vulgar idol dramas.
On the contrary, he was a bit of a chauvinist.
What he admires is the kind of man who is decisive and decisive, and makes women intoxicated and throw themselves into their arms.
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That kind of deep affection, tenderness and sweetness is not his style.
If you follow him, you have to follow him.
There's something strange about the atmosphere in the offices at the Southern Echo's headquarters.
Since last night, Zhang Ning, the newspaper’s number one reporter, has been out of contact.
The phone couldn't be reached and the person was nowhere to be found.
At first everyone thought the phone was out of battery and should be back soon.
After all, it was agreed before that she would write the headline today.
But who knew, after waiting and waiting, at night, as the finalization time approached, she still disappeared.
This made Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the Southern Echo, unable to sit still.
He immediately arranged for someone to go to her rental house to have a look, but found that she had never gone back at all.
Where the hell is Charlene Lahiri?
Will there be any accident?
These two issues create this weird atmosphere in the office.
Some people are secretly happy, some are worried, some are gloating, and some have nothing to do with themselves.
The morning's Southern Echo published an interview they had at Southampton's Staplewood training base yesterday afternoon.
Although Charlene Lahiri's name was still signed, the article had nothing to do with her at all.
Even so, the morning's Southern Echo was still sold out.
In Southampton, any news related to the Saints can boost sales.
Not to mention this tense moment when a war is imminent.
But what troubled Lewis was that at the critical moment, his top general was missing. knock knock "Come in" Following Lewis's voice, the male photographer who accompanied Charlene Lahiri to Staplewood yesterday afternoon opened the door and walked in.
"Editor-in-Chief, I went to Charlene's house again, and no one answered the doorbell after ringing for a long time.
I specifically asked the security guards at the community outside the door, and they all said that they didn't see Charlene driving home last night."
Lewis listened with worry on his face.
After Charlene Lahiri graduated from university, she came to Southampton and worked at the Southern Echo.
She quickly demonstrated her work ability and keen news sense.
She has never been so messy in her work.
Unless something happened to her.
"Editor-in-Chief, will something happen?"
Lewis is also worried about this, but the question is, what could happen?
It's not like being a football reporter is a big deal.
She just went to interview the players yesterday afternoon.
What could go wrong?
And even if you call the police, it hasn’t been 24 hours yet.
How can the police help you file a case?
“Wait a minute” Lewis suddenly remembered a question.
"Who did you say she was going to interview yesterday afternoon?"
"Lavel Morrison," the male photographer replied.
"We have interviewed everyone, but we just missed him.
Charlene felt that he was a youth training player of Manchester United and joined the Red Devils since he was seven years old, so she wanted to interview him and give readers some interesting content."
Lewis agreed with Charlene's judgment.
In fact, a reader asked this morning why there was no interview with Ravel Morrison Is this former Manchester United academy player unwilling to support Southampton?
“What about Lavelle Morrison?”
"It should be in Staplewood.
I heard that they will gather in the morning and then go north to London at noon."
Lewis thought for a while and stood up directly, "No, I think there is something wrong.
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Charlene never does things like this.
There must be some trouble.
Go to Staplewood and ask Lavelle Morrison.
Find out about Charlene."
"Okay, I'll go right away" "Wait a minute."
As soon as the male photographer turned around, Lewis called him.
"I'll go with you" Charlene Lahiri was his newspaper's number one, supportive of Southampton's stance but fair-minded and harshly critical, endearing her to the vast majority of Southampton fans.
Moreover, she is now a well-known guest and program host on BBC TV, and is considered a treasure of the Southern Echo.
Such talents should naturally be given extra care and attention.
The two left the headquarters of the Southern Echo and got into Lewis' car.
In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at Staplewood.
The doorman Peter stopped them.
"Hi, Peter" Lewis rolled down the window and smiled at the security guard.
This is the famous Saint Peter among Southampton fans.
"Lewis, why are you here?"
Peter was a little surprised.
But it soon dawned on me.
"Oh, by the way, I must be here to pick up the car."
After saying that, he laughed to himself.
"What car to pick up?"
Lewis was a little surprised.
"Miss Charlene Lahiri forgot her car at our place yesterday."
Peter's reaction to him was a little strange.
He knew every move in Staplewood.
Charlene Lahiri's car had been parked there the night before, untouched.
"Aren't you here to pick up the car?"
Peter's words shocked the two people in the car, and they both felt an ominous premonition.
"Peter, let me ask you, is Ravel Morrison here?"
Lewis quickly got out of the car, looking extremely nervous.
Peter shook his head, "I didn't see it."
He paid attention to everyone coming in and out of Staplewood, and indeed there was no Ravel Morrison in sight that morning.
"What a weird thing, what a fucking weird thing."
Lewis angrily hit the roof of his car in a circle.
"What's the matter" Lewis took a deep breath, trying to calm down his mood and calm his mind.
"I suspect that Charlene is missing":