For a layman like Tang En, a dinner party would only be interesting if he viewed it as a tavern where all sorts of people gathered in a fantasy novel. So, he spent most of his time on the balcony alone, enjoying the breeze. Occasionally, other people would come over to have a private chat. After discovering Tang En hiding in a dark corner, they hoped that Tang En would be tactful enough to give them space. Tang En was too lazy to move, so he leaned against the railing and stared at them. In the end, the other party could not take it anymore and retreated, leaving an empty balcony for Tang En to enjoy alone.
That night, he engaged in such a contest with quite a number of people. There were strange men and women who planned to have a secret rendezvous, men in suits who wanted to discuss business, and women who came out to gossip behind their backs. Tang En chased them out of the balcony time and time again, like a lion king on the African savannah guarding his territory, not yielding a single step.
Why was he not willing to go to the brightly lit hall to have a get-together with others and take the initiative to get to know strangers? Tang En blamed it on his own eccentric personality. But …
"How strange. I clearly like the stadium with tens of thousands of people cheering together, but I strangely hate this level of noise," he muttered as he looked at the hall opposite him.
When it was time to say goodbye, Giorgio Armani personally saw off every guest at the door. Seeing that the master of the fashion world did not put on any airs, Tang En thought he more or less understood why he was so successful.
"Tony, it looks like you didn't have a good time." When it was time to say goodbye, Armani had already changed his name to Tang En. Their relationship had progressed very quickly. "I didn't treat you well as the host."
Tang En hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, it's not that … It's just …" He did not know how to put it. Should he directly tell Armani that he actually hated this kind of dinner party? Wouldn't that be disrespecting the host …
"Mr. Tang, you must be worried about the Champions League semi-finals." Mourinho was everywhere like a ghost. As long as there was a situation that could embarrass Tang En, he would immediately appear and suddenly stab him with a knife.
But once he saw Mourinho appear, Tang En's reaction became nimble. "Ah ha, my friend, Mr. Mourinho, I can't agree with what you said. What's there to worry about in the semi-finals? It's either I win or you lose. The result is the same anyway. "
Mourinho was stunned for a moment before he understood what Twain meant. He was asking for trouble. He turned to bid farewell to Armani and then extended his hand to Twain. "The next time we shake hands, it won't be in such a relaxed place, Mr. Twain."
Tang En took Mourinho's hand and smiled. "Do you mean before or after?"
Mourinho did not answer his boring question. After saying goodbye to Shania politely, he turned around and walked away.
With Mourinho gone, Armani could continue his conversation with Tang En.
"Jordie has complained to me more than once about how terrible her Uncle Tony's taste in clothes is." Armani grinned at Twain.
Tang En felt a little uncomfortable being scrutinized by him. He twisted his body. "A man only needs two sets of clothes throughout the year. One in the summer and one in the winter."
Giorgio Armani was very interested in Tang En's "brilliant theory." "Where did you hear that, Tony?"
"Uh, I summarized it myself."
The old man laughed heartily. "I agree with half of your point of view. A man's wardrobe does not need to be filled with all sorts of seasonal clothes like a woman's, but it does not mean that a man only wears a suit throughout the year. If that's the case, when you go out on the streets, your eyes will quickly tire of the world. You will only see dark-colored suits, suits, suits … just like the weather in London. In fact, men's clothing is very casual. As long as you know how to match it, it will be fashionable no matter what you wear. It's all a unique taste that others can't imitate even if they wanted to. Because everyone's physique and appearance are different, the same style of clothes can have very different effects on a fat person and a thin person. "
Tang En agreed with this point. "Unfortunately, I really lack the taste and taste to choose clothes."
"That's not important. It's fine as long as you wear what you like. Do you like bow ties, Tony? "
Tang En shook his head. "I don't wear ties if I can. Today is my first time wearing a bow tie …"
"Very good." Giorgio Armani, who was standing in front of him, suddenly reached out to untie Tang En's bow tie and passed it to Shania, who was beside him. He then unbuttoned the two buttons at the collar of Tang En's shirt, letting the collar open a little. "Relax a little. You don't have to be so restrained and formal in front of your friends." Armani clapped his hands and took two steps back. As if admiring his company's contracted model, he tilted his head and looked at Tang En again.
"Not bad. Tony, you've maintained your figure very well. Are you interested in being the spokesperson for my products? "The eighty-one-year-old old man winked at Tang En.
Tang En was stunned.
Armani's spokesperson?
This job … He had never thought about it, whether it was before or now, whether it was before or after transmigrating, he had never thought about it. In his heart, Armani had always been one of the representatives of the world's luxury fashion brands. Which spokesperson for such a brand was not a famous singer or movie star? Since when was it his turn to be a football manager?
"Is it very difficult, Tony?"
"Ah, no, no, no. I'm just a little surprised. I don't understand why Mr. Armani would let me be … that spokesperson. "
"Because I like you very much, Tony. You have a smell on you that fascinates me. "
Why did this old man speak in the same tone as Woox … Could it be that people in the fashion industry all liked this kind of thing? Tang En shivered.
"You're different from my other models. You're the kind of wild horse that can't be controlled. No one can put a rein on you, and no one will be able to tame you. You're free, very free. You say whatever you think and express whatever side you want. You don't care about the public or media's evaluation of you. You live freely. You're very much in line with Armani's brand value. Do you know that I only pursue one principle when it comes to designing clothes? Simplicity, freedom, and casualness. You're very compatible, Tony. "
Tang En did not expect to receive such an evaluation from the old man Armani. He froze for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, it's not bad to earn more money."
Armani laughed heartily. Shania and Fasal, who were beside him, also laughed. Shania's hard work had finally paid off.
Just as they were about to leave, Armani gave Tang En one last piece of advice. "Tony, you said you lack the taste and foresight to choose clothes. I'll teach you an all-purpose method." He mysteriously moved his mouth to Tang En's ear and whispered. It was as if the "secret method" he was about to reveal had to be kept a secret.
He hurriedly put on a look of listening attentively to show his respect.
The silver-haired Giorgio Armani leaned against Tang En's ear. His gaze passed through him to look at Shania and Fasal, who were behind him. He smiled slyly at the two before saying, "If you really don't know what to wear, wearing Armani is definitely the right choice! Haha! Hahaha! "
Tang En, who realized he had been played, was not angry at all. He laughed with the old man. "This really is an all-purpose method."
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It was getting late. They still had to rush back to Nottingham through the night because Tang En still had to go to Wilford to participate in the team's training the next morning. Although it was late, Shania was still in high spirits. She and Tang En sat in the back, humming along to the car's stereo.
Tang En was a little tired. He leaned against the back of the seat and closed his eyes to doze off. He had gained a lot tonight. Mourinho, Giorgio Armani, as well as the story behind Billy Woox and George Wood.
The loan note that was lit in the night, and Billy Woox, who was laughing behind the fire. Having dealt with this damned agent for two years, this was the first time Tang En felt that he did not understand him at all.
So he was Wood's relative …
He really did not know if it was George and his mother's luck or misfortune to have such a "relative".
Tang En wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but he found that his right hand could not move. He opened his eyes to find that Shania, who had been humming, was now lying by his side. Her head was pillowed on his arm and she had fallen asleep. Her hands were even hooked around Tang En's body. There was a peaceful smile on her face, and she was as docile as a kitten.
Looking at Shania who was sleeping so sweetly, Tang En carefully hooked his right hand and gently stroked her head of hair. A refreshing fragrance immediately spread out in the narrow car.
This was the scent of Shania's favorite shampoo. Although as a model, it was inevitable for her to have her hair stylist, makeup artist, and other stylists to do her hair, Shania only recognized one brand of shampoo in life. This had almost become her signature scent.
From the first time he saw her and carried her to the hospital for treatment, this was the scent that emanated from her hair. It was too familiar …
Tang En could not help but take a deep breath.
Fasal looked up at the rearview mirror and grinned. Then, he lowered his head and focused on driving.
The music in the stereo had long been turned off by the considerate Fasal. The windows were tightly shut, and the roar of the air turbulence caused by the car driving on the highway could not be heard. It was extremely quiet in the car, with only the sound of Shania's breathing after she fell asleep.
It was rhythmic, light, and had a beautiful melody.
Listening to the "lullaby" in his ears, feeling the warm breath exhaling from Shania's nose, and letting the fragrance of her hair enter his nose, Twain leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.
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By the time they returned to Nottingham, it was already past one in the morning the next day. Tang En did not wake Shania up. Instead, he gently carried her out. After saying goodbye to Fasal, he turned around and returned to his home.
He carried her from the car to Shania's bedroom on the second floor, and then gently placed her on the bed. As there was a difference between a man and a woman, it was not convenient to take off her evening gown, so he could only pull over the blanket to cover her simply.
After doing all this, Tang En was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He panted heavily. This was only the second time he had carried Shania. The first time, she was only 13 years old. She was as thin and weak as a dandelion, as if she would be blown away by the wind.
Now …
"Damn …" Tang En panted and sat down on the floor beside Shania's bed. "You've really, really grown up. I'm so tired of sleeping like a pig. Phew — "
After resting for a while, Tang En's breathing gradually calmed down. He turned around and knelt on the bed. He looked at Shania, who was sleeping soundly. The girl's beautiful face was covered by a few strands of hair that had fallen down. Tang En hesitated for a moment before reaching out to gently push aside the strands of hair. He then looked at her again on the bed.
Looking at Shania before him, Tang En suddenly thought of a fairy tale he had read when he was young — Sleeping Beauty.
"Oh Sleeping Beauty, Sleeping Beauty … Who will be your Prince Charming who rides on a white horse, breaks through the thorns and obstacles, and finally kisses you to save you?" Tang En muttered to himself.
"You must find a good man. You must be happy …" Tang En put Shania's arm back from under the blanket. Then, he got up to turn off the dim bedside lamp and quietly left the bedroom.
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The next day, Tang En did not let Shania be the alarm clock. He climbed out of bed himself, changed, and went downstairs after washing up.
"Good morning! Uncle Tony! "Shania poked her head out of the kitchen and waved the egg shovel in her hand.
"Good morning …" Tang En's greeting became a little weak at the thought of eating the devil's breakfast that Shania had provided.
Toto pounced out of the kitchen. There were still some bread crumbs left in its mouth. It lowered its head and rubbed its face against Tang En's trousers.
"Don't you dare wipe your mouth with my trousers!" Tang En wanted to kick the stray cat out, but he reckoned that he would be kicked out by Shania again if he did that. He only swung his leg forcefully in an attempt to shake the cat off. He did not expect Toto to use both its teeth and claws to hook onto Tang En's trousers. He could not shake it off no matter how hard he tried.
Tang En was tired from kicking. Looking at the cheap cat that was still "wiping its mouth" on his trousers, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, you're not coming down, are you? Cheap cat! "He began to unbuckle his belt and take off his trousers.
Shania just happened to come out of the kitchen with breakfast. Tang En happened to be facing the kitchen door. When he bent over to pull down his trousers and stood up, he saw Shania, who was holding the tray, staring blankly at the area under his shirt, above his knees …
After being stunned for only a second, Tang En suddenly squatted down again and pulled up his trousers. Toto was still hanging on it …
Shania saw that there was nothing else to see. She pursed her lips and brought the breakfast to the table. She then said to Tang En, "Uncle Tony, are you planning to endorse Armani underwear? That part of yours is very majestic … "She pointed between Tang En's legs.
Only then did Tang En realize that he was now in a state of "waking up in the morning."
This was really embarrassing. No wonder the little girl did not move her eyes away when she saw it just now!
Tang En reacted and hurriedly pulled up his trousers and dragged the cat upstairs.
When he came down again a few minutes later, although he still had the cat on his trousers, the embarrassing "waking up in the morning" phenomenon was already gone.
"It's settled?" Shania asked without raising her head as she ate the breakfast she made and read today's newspaper that she had just collected from outside. She heard Tang En's footsteps coming down the stairs.
"My brother was disobedient, so I slapped him a few times. Now he's well-behaved." Tang En sat opposite Shania as if nothing had happened and began to eat the breakfast Shania made.
"Pfft —" Shania spat out the milk she had just drunk onto the newspaper in her hands. Then, she started coughing. Tang En did not understand what was going on. He stared blankly at Shania, who was clearly laughing but was having a hard time.
After a while, Shania, who had recovered, raised her head and said to Tang En very seriously, "Please, Uncle Tony, next time before you plan to tell a joke, can you at least give me a heads up?"
"Ah? Ah! You're the one who's thinking too much at such a young age. The fashion world is really a big dyeing vat. Red turns yellow, black turns white … "Tang En did not want to lower himself to Shania's level. He shook his head and teased Shania. He pulled open his napkin and began to eat. After eating Shania's breakfast for so many days, his stomach was already completely used to it. He was really glad that he was not a gourmet. Otherwise, he would probably have starved to death in a place like England.
"Being with an old man all the time, there's nothing I can do even if I want to be innocent." Having been with Tang En for a long time, Shania had also learned Tang En's glib tongue. Sometimes, when she bickered with Tang En, Tang En was at his wit's end. "It's a pity that I'm still a 17-year-old young girl."
Tang En rolled his eyes and ignored the crazed Shania.
After breakfast, Tang En knocked on Dunn's door and bid farewell to Shania with him. They then walked to Wilford to "work."
Shania happily waved goodbye to the two at the door. She only returned to the house to tidy up when she could no longer see Tang En and Dunn.
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"Looks like a wife." On the way, Dunn, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said this out of the blue. It confused Tang En.
"What?"
"I said, Shania. You and him. When I sent you out just now, "Dunn continued.
"What do you know? You're a virgin who hasn't even touched a girl's hand." Tang En retorted disdainfully. He did not believe the nonsense that Dunn said.
"Are you talking about yourself? This body is yours, a virgin." Another person who had learned bad things from staying with Tang En for a long time.
Tang En rolled his eyes and turned his head to ask Dunn, "Alright, tell me honestly, Dunn. This body of yours, "he pointed to himself," was it a virgin before me? "
Dunn hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
"We're even. Then … now it's not a virgin, so I'm in the lead. "Tang En laughed proudly.
Dunn felt awkward going deeper into the topic. He frowned and interrupted Tang En's laughter. "Don't talk about such a boring topic so early in the morning. Aren't you going to consider our opponent in the semifinals, Chelsea?"
Tang En was still laughing. However, it was not a laugh, but a smile. "Speaking of Chelsea, I accompanied Shania to Mr. Armani's private dinner yesterday. Guess who I bumped into?"
Dunn responded with a straight face, "I'm not interested in guessing."
"You're such a boring person! I bumped into Mourinho. "
The name caused the expression on Dunn's face to change.
"He issued me a challenge in front of so many people." Actually, there were not as many people as Tang En said. It was just Armani, Shania, and Fasal. However, he was a person who liked to use the rhetorical device of exaggeration.
"Dunn, I don't have to think about Chelsea at this time. I've been studying Chelsea for a long, long time. Do you know, it was a long, long, long time ago? Against Mourinho, I've never lost before, and I won't lose in the future. " He said the last sentence resolutely and decisively. His face did not have the slightest hint of the playful expression he had when bickering with Dunn.
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