Chapter 510 Volume 4 Storm Madrid Holiday

Shania's business event was held in the morning. Early in the morning, Tang En was quarreled, and the staff and reporters had already appeared in the hotel. This event was held in this hotel.

Tang En didn't want to show his face, and the reporters found him hiding in the room next to Shania. Although the relationship between him and Shania is no longer news, such a good relationship will still surprise many media.

Taking advantage of the few people, Tang En sneaked out of the hotel. Walking the streets of Madrid in the early morning. He didn't go far, just circled around the hotel, looking at the many limousines parked in the hotel parking lot, and the OB van of the TV station, one could imagine that this was a large-scale promotional activity.

Shania is the only star and the protagonist of this event.

Tang En walked around casually, and there was no one here who knew a head coach from England, even though he once led the team to win against Real Madrid. No one came back to disturb his thinking - he was still thinking about Beckham's future.

Obviously he failed to persuade Beckham to change his mind yesterday. Looking at what he said, the meaning could not be more clear:

Value family.

Victoria is the person who has the deepest influence on him in his family, and valuing family means valuing Victoria's attitude.

Is Victoria's attitude needless to say? Definitely go to Los Angeles, USA.

The only thing that made Twain gratified was that at this time, Beckham didn't have to directly reject the suggestion of returning to England. Obviously, his attitude has changed a lot from half a season ago.

Last night, Beckham promised that he and his wife would come to support Shania this morning, and that would be Twain's last chance to persuade her. If it still doesn't work, Tang En can only give up, and then go back and tell Allen to make him give up completely.

Seeing that more and more reporters gathered at the main entrance of the hotel, Tang En raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was almost time. He slipped back quietly through the side door.

Shania didn't find Tang En in the hotel, so she went down to get ready a little unhappy, and Fasar ran into Tang En who had returned in her room.

"Mr. Tang En, have you gone out?"

"Ah, go out for a walk, it's a bit noisy here."

"Then, remember it later. Shania won't be at ease if she doesn't see you." Fasal closed the door and backed out.

Tang En tidied up a bit, put on a suit that Fasal had prepared for him, combed his messy hair, and then walked down alone.

The event was held in one of the hotel's conference halls. It was already crowded with people, and a makeshift catwalk was in the middle. The chairs for the guests were slowed down on both sides of the T-shaped stage, and a media area was specially set up. More than half of the guests had already arrived, and the media area was already full.

Tang En poked his head out through the side door, was startled by the scene here, and quickly shrank back. He was considered a celebrity anyway, but he didn't face so many reporters at the same time. It seems that the profession of fashion model is very popular...

When Tang En was still looking outside the door, he was patted on the back unexpectedly.

He was taken aback, and turned around to find that it was Shania with a smirk on her face.

"What are you looking at, Uncle Tony?"

Tang En replied without thinking: "I'm looking for you, little girl."

Hearing what Tang En said, Shania smiled very nicely. She grinned and looked sideways at Tang En, as if she still had some doubts: "Really?"

"Of course, I never lie to you." Tang En pointed to the hall outside the door, "There are so many people, are you nervous?"

Shania shook her head: "No, I'm used to it." Speaking of this, her eyes rolled around, and she couldn't help laughing when she remembered a very funny thing.

"What's wrong?"

"You know, Uncle Tony. Whether it's this kind of show, or a group show like a fashion conference, what's going on in my head after I come on stage?" Shania said with a smile.

Tang En shook his head, how did he know this?

"I treat everyone below as a football. They have no face, no expression, they are just round footballs... Haha!" Speaking of this, Shania put her hands on Dun En's shoulders, very shamelessly She laughed ladylikely.

"Ah... No wonder you must not be nervous. There is nothing to be nervous about facing football." Tang En looked at the smiling little girl lying in front of him, which was completely different from the iceberg beauty on the catwalk. He still likes Shania a little more now.

"Shania..." A woman with a work ID hanging on her chest seemed to be looking for Shania, but she was stunned for a moment when she saw Shania put her hands on Tang En's shoulders and shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

Tang En could more or less guess why she was in a daze. He lightly tapped on Shania's head: "Someone is looking for you, little girl."

The female staff member's eyes widened when she saw Tang En do this to the supermodel Shania.

Only then did Shania straighten up, and after turning her head to see the person clearly, she said to Tang En again: "It's the clothing assistant, I guess they asked me to try on the clothes."

"Then you go." Tang En waved to her, "I'll just walk around here."

"Remember to go inside later." Shania pointed to the hall where there were more and more people. Tang En nodded in agreement.

When the female assistant took Shania away, she still didn't forget to look back at Tang En. Obviously, she didn't know Tang En, and she was just surprised why this famous model had such a good relationship with this man.

Tang En didn't care either. After watching Shania leave, he turned his head to look at the people outside the door, took out his sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and walked in with his head down.

I promised Shania that she would come to support her, but I still didn't want the ubiquitous paparazzi to take pictures. It was necessary to cover up my identity.

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Tang En found a seat close to the show and sat down. There was no one around him. Just as he was seated, he heard a commotion coming from the main entrance behind.

Women screaming, the sound of clicking the shutter, and the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps.

Tang En sighed, he didn't need to stand up and look back, he knew who it was.

Besides Beckham, who else has such appeal?

Sure enough, under the protection of bodyguards, Beckham and Victoria struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and came to the hall. Many guests saw Beckham appearing here, and even people with some status couldn't help but stepped forward to ask for his autograph. Only Tang En stood up and did not move. He saw Beckham and Victoria, and the other party also saw him.

He smiled at them as a greeting, he didn't want to attract attention... Unexpectedly, Beckham and Victoria came straight to him! Now, all eyes were on Tony Twain...

"No way..." Tang En was dumbfounded. He knew that he had pretended not to know these two people just now. Fortunately, now, looking at the cameras turned by those reporters, he had an ominous premonition—tomorrow, the media in Spain and England would definitely see photos of him sitting with Beckham.

What happened next was exactly as Tang En expected. The media saw Beckham and Victoria walking up to a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, shaking hands and greeting each other. Then the three of them sat down.

Beckham looked at Tang En who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile, "I thought you were already prepared for this, Tony."

Indeed, by agreeing to come to support Shania and knowing that Beckham will also come, Tang En should have a little idea of ​​what will happen then. It's just that he didn't expect Beckham to approach him so actively...

"Don't think too much about it. There are so many clubs wanting me, not so much the Nottingham Forest family." Sitting next to Tang En, Beckham said, looking at the busy staff on stage.

It seems that this matter has been exposed. Tang En didn't worry about anything anymore. Beckham was right. Everyone knew that some clubs were very interested in him, and it was okay to have another Forest team.

Now that you're here, you know what the consequences will be. They come, the security.

This is a catwalk event held by a world-renowned luxury brand. Shania is the most dazzling star in it, because she is already the global spokesperson of this brand. Those other models were there to serve as a foil to her.

Victoria is very interested in this kind of event, because she can take this opportunity to meet many celebrities from all walks of life. She is working hard to plan for her husband's future and broaden the road. Beckham was casually chatting with Tang En who was sitting next to him.

"David..." After chatting about some irrelevant topics, Tang En decided to talk about something serious.

"Are you going to persuade me again?" Beckham guessed.

"I know that there is a high possibility for you to go to the United States, but I still think it would be a pity if you really went there..." Tang En said it sincerely, this was not a show for Beckham, This is his real thought. He thinks so whether it is before time travel or now after time travel. "You're only thirty-one years old, isn't it too early to go to a place like America?"

"The United States is not bad, nothing can make me change something." Beckham shrugged.

"David, don't use the rhetoric you used to deal with the media with me. You know what it means to go to the United States. Are you willing to end your career like this? Your 100th game for the national team, your European Cup ...Are you going to give up all of this?"

Beckham said nothing.

"America is not Europe, you are far away from the center of world football and no one will pay attention to you anymore. Before you announce your retirement for a day, you are a footballer first and then... what else. England are knocked out After the World Cup, why are you crying? You feel that you will never have the chance to stand in the World Cup again... Have you conceded defeat now? You have even given up your club career. I admit that going to the United States can make a lot of money. For the future It's easier for you to develop. But... It hurts me to see such an excellent player like you spend a few years in that kind of place and then retire!"

Beckham opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. Just at this time, Shania appeared on the stage.

The lights were on and the applause rang out. Beckham also closed his mouth again at the right time.

The appearance of Shania interrupted the conversation between the two men, and Tang En had to turn his attention to Shania on the stage.

Now this one is almost the same as the Shania I saw in the background just now. It must be said that Twain is completely ignorant of fashion. How about making a young girl full of youth into an iceberg with an indifferent face, dark circles under her eyes and a coquettish The shape of the purple lips, he really can't see any beauty...

He didn't like Shania standing on the catwalk at all, but when Shania looked at him, he still smiled.

He doesn't understand fashion at all. Wearing these clothes that can't be walked on the street at all, with makeup like the blue enchantress, is it considered fashionable? Then he would rather be a bumpkin and ordinary people, at least a normal person.

Tang En was not interested in Shania's clothes, he turned his attention to Shania's figure.

Those snow-white tight legs walked past him, showed them around in front of everyone, and then walked back. Shania in this outfit really can't tell her actual age, and her figure is also very good, as convex as she should be, and as tall as she should be.

Thinking of this, Tang En suddenly realized that Shania was no longer the thirteen-year-old when they first met. Four years later, she was already a seventeen-year-old girl like a flower.

Already seventeen, Tang En rubbed his chin and smacked his lips. Time flies so fast, before I know it, four years have passed.

Shania is the protagonist of this event. She makes frequent appearances, and each time she changes into different outfits, and uses different hairstyles. It's really hard for her. Tang En had no interest in the event itself, but every time Shania appeared on stage, he would cheer up and face the little girl's eyes with a smile.

Every time she played, Shania's eyes would turn to Twain. This time, she didn't have dozens of footballs in her eyes, but only Tony Twain.

She was suddenly a little nervous, but fortunately Uncle Tony always smiled and encouraged her.

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Beckham left early in the middle of the event. He told Dunn that he had to rush home to prepare because he still had training in the afternoon. Tang En believed that he was telling the truth. Anyway, Shania hadn't appeared again at this time, so Tang En simply got up and sent Beckham out.

The media turned their cameras from the catwalk to these two people.

Tang En no longer cared what the media would report on the propaganda.

Squeeze out of the crowd and accompany Beckham all the way to the parking lot. The two of them didn't speak during the trip.

Beckham opened the car door, then turned to Tang En who was standing behind and said, "What a pity, Tony."

Tang En knew what he meant by saying that, he sighed: "I also feel very sorry, David."

Beckham got into the car, closed the door, and poked his head out of the window again, "Goodbye, Tony."

"Goodbye, David." Tang En murmured, watching the car slowly drive out of the parking lot and turn onto the road.

Watching Beckham's car disappear into the traffic, Tang En took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Alan Adams.

"Hi, Ellen. This is Tony."

"Tony! How is things going?" Hearing Dun En's voice, Allen was very happy and full of expectations.

"Don't think about David Beckham, Alan. He won't belong to us. I'll tell you the details when I come back." After speaking, Tang En hung up the phone. He's in a bad mood right now. Even if he came here through time travel, he still couldn't change that damned "future". Beckham definitely shouldn't have retired at the age of 31 by hanging out in a low-level league like the American Major League.

No matter how many people in this world still hate, hate, and resent David Beckham, Twain has always insisted on his point of view: this person is one of the professional players he admires. It's other people's business that others hate, and he never needs to be responsible for other people's feelings.

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After strolling outside for a while, Tang En returned to the event site, where he honestly watched Shania's catwalk until the end.

His "official affairs" in Spain are over, and now it's time to focus on his "private affairs"—playing with Shania.

What is there to do in Madrid?

At least in Tang En's eyes, there was nothing interesting about it. This place is no different from any city in the world, the only difference is that Shania is in Madrid today, not in Paris, Shanghai, or Tokyo.

So the so-called "playing" is just to accompany Shania, wherever the little girl wants to go, he will follow and be by her side.

Shania's fun doesn't mean that she must go to some scenic tourist attraction, or ride a roller coaster in an amusement park...nor, she is very happy as long as Uncle Tony is by her side. After all, it is not common for the two to meet like this.

To Twain's surprise, Shania didn't go to any luxury store or the like, but took Twain straight to the Bernabéu Stadium.

Standing under the huge white monster, Tang En couldn't figure out why Shania came here. Doesn't she dislike football?

Not intending to go in for a visit, Shania dragged Twain to stand outside in the square, and asked her manager and driver, Mr. Fasal, to take a photo of her and Twain.

Shania put her arms around Tang En's arm and rested her head on Tang En's shoulder. Smile very sweetly.

Tang En turned his head to look at Shania, only to realize that this little girl was almost as tall as him. He is 1.84 meters tall, and Shania is probably 1.78 meters tall... He really grew up. Can't we see her as a child in the future?

The moment Tang En turned his head to look at Shania, Fasal pressed the shutter. He thinks this one works well, and he doesn't plan to retake any more shots.

"Wow! This is the shoot?" Tang En was taken aback by the flash, he was not prepared at all.

Fasal shook the digital camera in his hand: "I'm not a professional photographer, but I'm very satisfied with this one."

Shania's sunny smile and Tony Twain's inadvertent attention to Shania were all frozen on the LCD screen.

Tang En looked at the group photo of the two of them on the screen and felt that it was not bad.

"Okay, come out and give me one," he said. He and Shania haven't had any official photos together yet. He plans to put this photo in a frame and put it on the bedside table in the bedroom. Every morning when he wakes up, he can see that lively smiling face, and his mood will improve for the day up.

Fasal smiled and looked at Shania, then nodded: "If Mr. Tang En wants, I can give it to you now."

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After finishing his day in Madrid, Tang En took the photo with Shania in front of the Bernabéu stadium and boarded the flight from Madrid to London and returned to England.

He got the first photo with Shania, but he didn't get the Beckham he wanted.