Why did my ex-girlfriend buy Chelsea?

The phone call lasted 20 minutes.

Qin Xi was glad that the head of the Hua Kingdom, Donnie Zijun, suddenly had something to deal with, otherwise, this long exchange of calls would have to go on longer.

The manager personally called, which was originally an exciting thing.

He informed the Chelsea star of his tactical plan.

In the friendly match on the weekend, he will let Qin Xi make his debut for Hua Guo.

In fact, Qin Xi didn't want to promise him.

But thinking that the opponent was Havertz and Timo Werner's Germany, he reluctantly agreed.

Friendly? At the beginning of the round of 12, if you can start and don't get it right, the World Cup at the end of the month will have a place for China.

While recalling Donnie Zijun's praise for himself, Qin Xi pressed the switch of the elevator.

Another simple disguise, he wanted to surprise Miss Qi.

But before the elevator could be in place, a security guard spotted him.

"Sir, sir, please wait a minute."

Sure enough, things are extremely opposite, and after overdoing luck, there will always be a little twist and turn.

Handsome British security guards spotted the suspicious man.

Blocked him by the elevator.

Qin Xi panicked.

If you take off your sunglasses and reveal your true face, if you are seen by reporters, will you put yourself at a disadvantage?

"Let him go, Donny."

Suddenly, a voice with a strong Russian pronunciation appeared.

They turned their heads, and Yuri was already standing behind them.

"Mr. Yuri, this guy is sneaky." The security guard quickly bowed to Yuri.

"I know this person, leave it to me."

Qin Xi secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, he and the eldest lady's personal driver had met each other many times.

He followed Yuri into the elevator.

While he was still planning how to use humorous words to communicate with the serious Russians next to him.

Yuri turned around and pushed Qin Xi to the edge of the elevator.

His movements were so loud that the elevator made a burst of noise.

"Boy, I warn you, I don't care what your relationship is with the eldest miss, but if you put her in danger again, I Yuri. Klivechenko will not spare you!

Qin Xi was also taken aback by this man who was close to two meters tall, and Qin Xi, who was one meter nine, looked extremely small in front of him.

He did not have time to resist, but just pondered the meaning of the words of the Russians.

Dangerous situation, what is this saying?

"Wait a minute, Yuri, is there some misunderstanding?" Qin Xi gently pushed him away.

Yuri did not exert himself, where the footballer would be the opponent of the retired special forces.

"Misunderstanding? If it weren't for Mr. Tuchel yesterday, the eldest lady would have been..." Before

the words fell, the elevator door was opened knowingly.

Qi Xin witnessed this scene, and Yuri quickly retracted his arm.

"Miss." The Russians quickly bowed to Boss Qi.

"Yuri, why are you here? Also, didn't I tell you? No more bowing to me.

Qin Xi noticed that Qi Xin's voice sounded a little hoarse.

......

Half an hour later, the misunderstanding was finally solved.

Looking at the fearful appearance of the curly-haired man in front of him, Qi Xin couldn't help but laugh.

"So I ask you Qin Daxing, is your agent sister really going to move out in three days?"

"Of course, she has already bought a new house, which is an old couple's old house, and it doesn't need to be decorated, and she can move in with a simple cleanup." Qin Xi quickly replied.

"But I didn't force you anything, you are also an adult, you have the right to make friends, besides, your agent is also good to you, at least you know to help you find high-paying clubs, people go to high places!"

Hearing Qi Xin's sour yin and yang words, Qin Xi had to change the topic.

He asked Yuri.

After knowing what happened last night, the curly-haired man could understand why the Russians were operating in the elevator.

"After he came to England, he injured a man with a gang background in a bar..."

It turned out that Yuri came to London to earn a living after being discharged from the army and became a bartender.

Once, several London boys molested a woman who was drinking alone in a bar.

Yuri saw the righteous deeds, but accidentally injured one of them.

Unexpectedly, the man's father was a small local tycoon in London.

The background is hard, Yuri is imprisoned because of this, and it is Qi Xin who comes forward and solves all the troubles.

"Why would you help him? Are you the woman who drinks stuffy? Qin Xi asked puzzled.

"No, I'm not like you Qin Daxing, I like to drink. The person Yuri saved was Linda. "

Thinking of Yuri, and then thinking of Zou Zheng, who is now studying in France.

The height gap alone is more than one dimension behind.

......

Just when the two of them cleared up the misunderstanding, where to go for lunch.

But once again because of a "small matter", there was a disagreement.

"Friendly matches? Is there any need to participate?

Qi Xin couldn't understand why Qin Xi risked injury and went to the distant United Arab Emirates.

"Our opponents, but Germany, Havertz and Timo Werner, will also play." Qin Xi explained seriously.

"But do you remember what you said to me four years ago, every time I was dropped out of the national team squad?"

Qi Xin is right.

But after being repeatedly rejected by the national team, he said that vengeful word.

"I, Qin Xi, even if I join the Maldives national team, I will not play any game for Hua Guo, and without Bole, my thousand-mile horse will not starve to death!"

Now, after receiving Donnie Jun's invitation, he began to look forward to the scene when he wore the red team uniform and fought on the court.

"After all, it wasn't Director Zhen who rejected me in the first place, it was..." Before

Qin Xi could say anything, Qi Xin quickly interrupted him, "Okay!" Needless to say, do whatever you want, as long as you get Tuchel's consent, this is what was on the original contract.

She could only use this strategy, thinking of the humiliation that the man in front of her had suffered, she didn't want to disappoint Qin Xi again.

She knew him and respected his dreams.

But she knows the current national football environment too well, and after being eliminated from the World Cup qualifiers, fans labeled the members of the national team as disappointed.

This friendly match, facing Germany, China will definitely end in a crushing defeat.

Qixin can already foresee the future, and fans will point the finger at the team's number one European star after the loss.

But how could they mention that Qin Xi's side was not Jorginho and Ngoro, but Xiao Nan and the like...

In addition, if anyone is jealous of Chelsea No.13 and makes a blackfoot foul on the training ground, the consequences are unimaginable.

.......

Looking at Qi Xin's serious appearance, Qin Xi handed her a tissue distressedly.

It should have been last night, the wind blew, and this young lady suffered a little wind chill.

"Let's go, let's go have some hot food, how about London ramen?" The curly-haired man quickly asked.

"Okay, you go buy it and take it back to the office to eat." Our company doesn't let takeaways into the building, so I don't want to mess with the rules. Directing the famous big star to buy lunch for himself, Qi Xin also wanted to toss him.

Qin Xi readily agreed.

The noodle shop isn't actually far away, and you don't even have to drive.

For Miss Qi, the Hua Guo man is slightly apologetic.

......

After walking two steps, the phone rang again.

It was Tuchel's phone.

"Hey, Xi, I have to tell you quietly, Boss Qi called me, and she asked me to refuse your request to travel to the UAE for a friendly match."

It is unimaginable that the head of the German sect would actually send a message to the disciples of the Chinese country.

"Thank you, boss, for being so open..." "

No, you have to thank those delicious dumplings."

.......

Evening, Hua Guo, West Sea.

The news that Qin Xi was selected for the national football team's friendly match squad for the UAE Friendly Tournament.

It has made headlines in major media.