Why did my ex-girlfriend buy Chelsea?

Qin Xi looked at the phone screen.

He has begun to plan how to slip away.

Dragging that injured foot and dating Qi Xin.

In the driver's seat on the side, Li Muyan turned his head disapprovingly, "Brother Qin Xi, what are you stupid about?" He

was wondering how to tell his agent that he had plans for tonight.

The phone actually rang.

It was Qi Xin's phone.

Isn't it dark yet? Can't she wait?

Qin Xi sneakily answered the phone.

"The situation is urgent, there is something at home, I have to go back to China." Boss Qi's voice on the other end of the phone sounded unusually low.

"What's wrong? Do you need me to accompany you back to China? He couldn't care about Li Muyan beside him, and quickly asked.

"No need, you are honest and recuperate, don't run around! I can do it alone. "

After hanging up.

Li Muyan, who was next to him, kicked the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

"What the hell is going on with you? Listen to the voice is her?

Qin Xi then realized that the sound of his mobile phone earpiece was indeed a little loud.

He looked at Mu Yan in bewilderment, "Who?"

"Don't pretend, it's the boss of your club, right?"

At this time, the club's Hua Guo midfielder can show a vigorous appearance.

"Why do you ask so much? You Qin Xige's private life still has to report to you?"

Li Muyan was about to continue to line up with him, but felt that his words were not unreasonable.

"As you like, when the time comes, you will fall in love again, but don't toss me and Zou Zheng again."

Her words made Qin Xi think of a question.

Why didn't Zou Zheng that kid come to Komba to pick him up.

......

Sure enough, Zou Zheng was not at home.

As soon as he entered the house, Qin Xi called him.

When he heard that he could see Gallagher, he was very excited.

Just as Qin Xi was sorting out his luggage upstairs, the doorbell rang.

He thought it was Gallagher, so he went downstairs on crutches.

Unexpectedly, Tuchel actually entered the house under the leadership of Mu Yan.

"Coach, why are you here?" Qin Xi asked in surprise.

"How? I'm not welcome? Tuchel handed the roast turkey in his hand to Mu Yan on the side.

Although Thanksgiving is less than a month away.

Restaurants in London have begun to prepare authentic roast chicken ingredients.

It can be seen that the Germans came to Qin Xi's house with the roast chicken, and it took a lot of effort.

Before Tuchel could sit down on his butt, the doorbell rang again.

After a while, Gallagher chirped at the door.

Qin Xi was secretly happy in his heart, if the British guy entered the house and saw the boss, would he be scared into shock.

Sure enough, when Gallagher and his girlfriend walked into the living room with great interest.

Tuchel's appearance left him uncertain for a moment what to say.

"How? Don't know me anymore?

"How come, coach, why are you here?" Gallagher asked.

"You guys have a private party, I have to supervise you, I don't want your party to affect Qin Xi's injury."

Seeing the appearance of the British, Qin Xi couldn't help but laugh.

Caroline was generous and not so restrained.

She greeted Qin Xi, Li Muyan and Tuchel warmly, and also introduced herself.

Unexpectedly, she was actually a tall woman.

Standing with a British guy in his early eighties, it seems to be a good match.

She and Li Muyan quickly entered the kitchen.

In the living room, only three Chelsea staff members remained.

"Coach, the weather is awesome today."

The house was quiet and Gallagher had nothing to say.

"You kid, can you not be so restrained, we are not in a club meeting now." Tuchel saw the British guy's restraint, stood up and walked over to him.

On the contrary, Qin Xi seemed quite natural.

This is his home and Tuchel has met here more than once.

Although the German had a gray beard, he was very young.

But after all, all three are engaged in football.

Everything is inseparable, chatting and talking, or talking about the game.

Tuchel looked at the two youngsters in front of him, arguing to the death over who was the best centre-forward in history.

He enjoyed it.

Zou Zheng was very lucky.

Just as a table of steaming food is freshly baked.

He returned home on time.

Seeing so many raw people at once, he is a social cowboy who also seems a little restrained.

Zou Zheng's English is quite good, and when communicating with everyone, he still looks at Qin Xi from time to time.

He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and anger the club's manager.

Tuchel looks like a gentleman.

He had seen Zou Zheng's information and had also communicated with Qin Xi.

So he didn't resist the club's youth coaches who came from afar.

........

Late at night, Qin Xi tossed and turned in bed.

He looked at the screen of his phone and counted the time.

Anyway, I will rest for a while due to injury, and it doesn't hurt to go to bed late.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

Instead, Zou Zheng took advantage of his unpreparedness and sneaked into his room.

"I'm already asleep." Qin Xi replied softly.

"Less pretend, I've been observing you for half a day, and you've been tinkering with your phone."

Facing this roommate who is not a stranger, do you have to return to the rhythm of the past?

Qin Xi was not sleepy, since he wanted to talk to himself, now was the right time.

"I really envy you, I can see it, the coach and teammates, they like you very much." Zou Zheng spoke from his heart.

Thinking of the experience at the dinner table, it seemed that Qin Xi had a special magic in his body.

"When you report to the club, they will like you, and the colleagues up and down the club are very friendly."

But I didn't expect that this kid was just to chat with himself about the future work environment.

Instead, he asked about Boss Qi's assistant.

Combined with the fact that not long ago, he also said that he liked an English girl.

Qin Xi Mao suddenly opened.

"Are you kidding? Miss Linda?

He did not directly tell Zou Zheng what he had in mind.

Linda and Zou Zheng? It's a big joke.

How could that British girl, who looked even more arrogant than Qi Xin, look at the Chinese man in front of him who even had to go through the back door with a coaching certificate.

But Zou Zheng seemed very confident.

He believed he would conquer her.

.......

The two talked like this until early in the morning.

Listening to the sound of morning runners exercising on the road, Qin Xi yawned for days.

"Okay, got to rest."

"Then I'll go back to my room and wish me to meet her in my dreams." Zou Zheng closed the door with a giggle.

Qin Xi looked at the phone.

There is no word yet about Qixin.

Think of what it was like in the sky over Naples before.

He also began to worry.

From London to the West Sea, it takes a 12-hour flight.

It's about the same now.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Qi Xin, but it still showed that he could not connect.