For ordinary people like Tang En, he would only find it interesting if he regarded it as a tavern with three religions and nine streams in fantasy novels.

So most of the time he stayed on the balcony and was alone in the air. Occasionally, others came here to chat and whisper. After being surprised to find Tang En hiding in the dark corner, they hoped that Tang En would be more sensible and made way for the space. Tang En was too lazy to move, so he leaned on the railing to look at them. In the end, the other party finally couldn't stand the retreat, leaving an empty balcony for Tang En to enjoy it alone.

That night, he had such a contest with many people here, including strange men and women who were planning to meet someone else's secretly, men in suits who wanted to talk about business, and women who chatted out and talked about gossip behind their backs.

Tang En drove them out of the balcony again and again, just like the lion king on the African prairie protecting his territory, not allowing him to do so.

Why don’t you want to go to the brightly lit hall to have fun with others and take the initiative to meet those strangers? Tang En blamed this on his introverted and weird personality. But...

"It's so strange. I obviously like the stadium where tens of thousands of people are shouting together, but I'm surprisingly dislike this level of noise." He murmured as he looked at the hall opposite.

When it was time to say goodbye, George Armani personally saw each guest off at the door, but when he looked at the master of the fashion industry, he had no airs at all. Tang En thought he understood a little bit why this person was so successful.

"Tony, it seems you are not having a good time." When saying goodbye, Armani had already changed his name to Tang En's name. Their relationship was progressing so quickly. "My master was not well received."

Tang En waved his hand quickly, "No, it's not... just..." He didn't know what to say, and told Armani directly that he actually hated such a dinner? Wouldn't that give the host face...

"Mr. Don Eun is worried about the semi-finals of the Champions League." Mourinho was everywhere like a ghost, as long as there was a situation that would embarrass Don Eun. He appeared immediately and then suddenly made up for a knife.

But when he saw Mourinho appear, Donn's reaction became more flexible. "Aha, my friend, Mr. Mourinho, I can't agree with you. What's there to worry about in the semifinals? Either I win or you lose, the result is the same anyway.

”

Mourinho was stunned for a moment. Then he understood what Tang En meant. He was a little bored.

He turned around and said goodbye to Armani, then reached out to Tang En: "When you shake hands again, it's not in this relaxing place, Mr. Tang En."

Donne took Mourinho's hand and smiled and said, "Do you mean before or after the game?"

Mourinho did not answer his boring question. After politely saying goodbye to Shania, he turned around and walked away.

As soon as Mourinho leaves, Armani can continue his conversation with Don.

"Xiao Qiao has complained to me more than once that her 'Uncle Tony' dress is so bad." Armani looked at Tang En with a smile.

Tang En felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at him. He twisted his body, "A man only needs two sets of clothes all year round, one for summer and one for winter."

George Armani was very interested in Donne's "high theory". "Where did you hear it, Tony?"

"Uh, I summarized it myself."

The old man laughed loudly. “I agree with you halfway. Men’s wardrobe does not need to be filled with clothes of all kinds of seasons like ladies, but it does not mean that men only wear suits all year round. That way.

When you go out to the streets, your eyes will soon get tired of the world. You will only see dark suits, suits, suits... just like the weather in London.

In fact, men's clothes are very casual. As long as you know how to match them, no matter how you ship, they are all fashionable and taste uniquely, making others unable to imitate them even if they want to.

Because everyone has different body shapes and appearances, the effect of wearing the same style of clothes on fat people and thin people is very different. “

Tang En agreed very much about this, "What a pity. I really lack the vision and taste of choosing clothes."

"It doesn't matter, just wear it as you like. Do you like bow tie, Tony?"

Tang En shook his head: "I can tie the tie without any tie. It's the first time I've tied my bow tie..."

"Very good." George Armani, who was standing in front of him, suddenly reached out and untied the bow tie for Don't En, handed it to Shania next to him, and then untied the opening of Don'en's shirt collar twice, allowing the collar to be opened.

"Let's have some fun, don't be so restrained and serious in front of friends." Armani clapped his hands and pushed them away two steps. As if he was admiring the contracted model of his company, he tilted his head and looked at Tang En again.

"Not bad. Tony. Your figure is very good. Are you interested in endorsing my products?" The 81-year-old man winked at Tang En.

Tang En was stunned.

Armani's image spokesperson?

This job...he has never thought about it - whether it is before or now, whether it is before or after time travel.

In his heart, Armani has always been one of the representatives of luxury fashion in the world. Who is the one who endorses this brand and is not a big singer and a big movie star? When will he be his turn to be a head football coach?

"Is it difficult, Tony?"

"Ah, no, no, no. I just felt a little surprised and didn't understand why Mr. Armani, you asked me to be... that spokesperson."

"Because I like you very much, Tony. There is a smell that fascinates me."

No matter how this old man speaks, he is in the same tune as Woox... Do people in the fashion industry like this kind of thing? Tang En made a move.

"You are different from the other models in my country. You are the kind of uncontrollable wild horse. No one can put a rein on you, and no one can tame you.

You are free, very free, say whatever you think, show which side you want, never care about the public media's evaluation of you, and live freely. It is very consistent with the brand value of Armani Company.

Do you know, my clothing design only pursues one principle - simple, free, and casual. You are very good, Tony."

Tang En didn't expect that he would get such a review from the old man Armani. He was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay. It's good to make more money."

Armani laughed loudly. Shania and Fasar next to him also laughed. Shaniad's efforts finally received the reward.

He was about to say goodbye, and Armani gave Tang En the last advice: "Tony, you said you lack the taste and vision of choosing clothes. I will teach you a universal method." He mysteriously put his mouth to Tang En's ear and whispered.

It seems that the "secret recipe" I am about to be mentioned must be kept confidential.

He quickly acted as a respectful look to show respect.

George Armani, with silver hair, lay in Donn's ear, and his eyes passed through him and looked at Shania and Fasal behind him, and he smiled sly at the two of them.

Then he said: "If you really don't know what to wear, it's absolutely right to wear Armani! Haha! Hahaha!"

Tang En, who found out that he was teased, was not angry at all. He laughed with the old man: "This is really a perfect solution."

It was getting late, and they had to rush back to Nottingham overnight because Donne had to go to Wilford to participate in team training the next morning. Although it was getting late, Shania was in a very high mood.

She and Tang En sat in the back row, constantly humming songs with the speakers in the car.

Donn was a little tired. He leaned his head on the back of the seat, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He gained a lot this night. Mourinho, George Armani, and the stories behind Billy Woods and George Wood.

The IOU ignited in the night and Billy Woods smiling behind the fire. He had been dealing with this damn agent for two years. For the first time, Tang En felt that he had no idea about him.

Is it a relative of Woodland?

I really don’t know if it’s George and his mother’s luck or misfortune when they have such a “relative”?

Tang En seemed to raise his hand to rub his temples, but found that his right hand could not move. He opened his eyes and found that Xianya, who had been humming a song just now, was lying beside him.

He fell asleep with his head resting on his arm, his hands hooked Tang En's body, and his face was filled with a quiet smile, as gentle as a kitten.

Looking at Shaniya who was sleeping so sweetly, Tang En carefully curled up his right hand and gently stroked her hair. A refreshing fragrance spread out in the narrow car airborne.

This is Shania's favorite shampoo flavor.

Although as a model, hair stylist, makeup artist, stylist and others are indispensable to fiddling with their hair, in life, Shania only recognizes one brand of shampoo with one flavor, which has almost become her signature fragrance.

When I first saw her and took her to the hospital for treatment, this smell came out of her hair. So familiar...

Tang En couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Fasar looked up at the rearview mirror, grinned, and then lowered his head to drive.

The music on the audio has long been closed by the considerate Fasar. The windows are closed, and the airflow disturbance caused by the car driving on the highway cannot be heard. The car is very quiet, and only the breathing of Shania after she falls asleep.

Very regular and light. It has a beautiful melody.

Listening to the "lullaby" in his ears. Feeling the warm breath exhaled from Xianya's nose, and then letting the fragrance penetrate into his nose. Tang En leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes again.

It was already past one morning when they returned to Nottingham. Don Eun did not wake up Shania, but gently carried her out, said goodbye to Fasal, and then turned back to his home.

He carried her from the car to the bedroom of Xianya on the second floor, and then gently placed her on the bed. Because there was a difference between men and women, it was difficult to take off her evening dress, so he had to pull over the quilt to cover her simply.

After all this, Tang En was exhausted and sweating, and gasped heavily. This was only the second time he hugged Xianya. When she first hugged her, she was only thirteen years old, as thin as a dandelion, which would drift away with the wind when the wind blew.

now……

"Damn..." Tang En took a breath and sat on the ground beside Xianya's bed, "Sure enough, I've really grown up. I'm sleeping like a pig, so I'm so tired. Huhu--"

After taking a break, Tang En's breath gradually stabilized. He turned around, knelt on the ground, and lay on the bed. He looked at the sweet sleep of Xianya.

The girl's beautiful face was covered by a few strands of hair that had been dispersed. Tang En hesitated for a moment, reached out to gently push the hair away, and then lay on the bed and looked at it again.

Looking at the Xianya in front of him, Tang En suddenly thought of a fairy tale that he saw when he was a child - Sleeping Beauty.

"Sleeping Beauty, Sleeping Beauty... Who will you be the prince charming who rides a white horse, breaks through the thorns and ends up kissing you to save you?" Tang En murmured to himself.

"You must find a good man. You must be happy..." Tang En put Xianya's arm that stretched out the quilt and then stood up and twisted the dim bedside lamp and quietly left the bedroom.

The next day, Tang En didn't let Shaniya be the alarm clock. He got up from the bed, dressed and washed downstairs.

"Good morning! Uncle Tony!" Shania poked her head out of the kitchen and waved the shovel that shoveled the eggs in her hand.

"Good morning..." When Tang En called out again to eat the devil's breakfast provided by Shania, he was a little weak when he called him.

Toto pounced out of the kitchen, and there were still some crumbs on his mouth. He lowered his head and rubbed hard on Don't's trousers.

"Don't use my pants to wipe my mouth!" Tang En really wanted to kick the wild cat out, but he probably would be kicked out by Shania again, so he just waved his legs hard and wanted to throw the cat off.

Unexpectedly, Toto used his teeth and claws together to hook Tang En's trouser legs. He couldn't even shake it down.

Tang En was tired of kicking. He looked at the little cat who was still "wiping his mouth" on his pants, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you won't come down, right? No way!" He began to untire his belt and take off his pants.

Shania happened to come out of the kitchen with breakfast.

Tang En also happened to face the kitchen door. When he bent down and pulled his pants down and stood up again, he happened to see Shania holding a tray looking at the part on her knees under her shirt...

After only a second of stunned, Tang En suddenly squatted down and pulled up his pants, and Toto was still hanging on it...

Seeing that there was nothing good to look at, Shania curled her lips and brought the breakfast to the table. Then she said to Tang En: "Is Uncle Tony planning to endorse Armani underwear? You are so majestic..." She pointed between Tang En's legs.
To be continued...