Chapter 538: Volume 4: Storm, Sleeping Beauty

For an ordinary person like Tang En, the dinner party would only be interesting if he regarded it as a tavern where the three religions gather together in fantasy novels. So most of the time he stayed on the balcony alone to cool off. Occasionally, other people came here to have a private conversation. They were surprised to find Tang En hiding in a dark corner, and they hoped that Tang En would be more sensible and make room for Tang En to be too lazy to move. , Leaning on the railing and staring at them, the other party finally couldn't bear to retreat, and left an empty balcony for Tang En to enjoy alone.

This night, he had such a contest with many people here, including strange men and women who planned to have a tryst without telling others, men in suits who wanted to talk about some business, and women who came out to gossip behind their backs. Tang En drove them out of the balcony again and again, just like a lion king on the African savannah guarding his territory, refusing to budge.

Why not go out and party with other people in a brightly lit hall and take the initiative to meet those strangers? Tang En attributed this to his lonely and weird personality. but……

"It's so strange. I obviously like the stadium where tens of thousands of people shout together, but I hate this level of hustle and bustle." He looked at the opposite hall and murmured.

When it was time to say goodbye, Giorgio Armani personally saw each guest off at the door. Seeing that this master of the fashion industry was showing no airs, Tang En thought he understood why this person was so successful.

"Tony, it looks like you didn't have a good time." When we said goodbye, Armani had already changed his name to Tang En, and their relationship developed really fast. "My master didn't entertain well."

Tang En quickly waved his hands, "No, no, it's not...just..." He didn't know how to say, did he just tell Armani that he really hated this kind of dinner party? Wouldn't that be disrespectful to the master...

"Mr. Tang En is worried about the semi-finals of the Champions Cup." Mourinho was everywhere like a ghost. Whenever there was an embarrassing situation for Tang En, he would appear immediately, and then he would make up for it unexpectedly.

But as soon as Mourinho appeared, Tang En's reaction became more flexible. "Aha, my friend, Mr. Mourinho, I can't agree with what you said. There is nothing to worry about in the semi-finals. Either I win or you lose. Anyway, the result is the same."

Mourinho was stunned for a moment before he realized what Tang En meant. He was a bit self-inflicted. Turning around to say goodbye to Armani, he extended his hand to Tang En: "When we shake hands again, it's not in such a relaxed place, Mr. Tang En."

Tang En took Mourinho's hand and said with a smile, "Do you mean before the match or after the match?"

Mourinho didn't answer his boring question. After saying goodbye to Shania politely, he turned and left.

Once Mourinho left, Armani could continue his conversation with Dunn.

"Little Qiao complained to me more than once about her 'Uncle Tony''s poor taste in dressing." Armani looked at Tang En with a smile.

Tang En felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him. He twisted his body, "A man only needs to have two sets of clothes throughout the year, one in summer and one in winter."

Giorgio Armani was very interested in Tang En's "high-level remarks", "Where did you hear that, Tony?"

"Well, I summed it up myself."

The old man laughed loudly. "I half agree with you. Men's wardrobes don't need to be filled with all kinds of clothes for all seasons like women do, but it doesn't mean that men only wear one suit all year round. In that case, when you go to the street Eyes will get tired of this world very quickly, you will only see dark suits, suits, suits... just like the weather in London. Men's clothes are very casual, as long as you can match them, how can you ship? Fashion is a unique taste that others cannot imitate. Because everyone’s body shape and appearance are different, the same style of clothes can have very different effects on fat people and thin people.”

Tang En quite agrees with this point, "Unfortunately, I really lack the vision and taste in choosing clothes."

"It doesn't matter, just wear it how you feel. Do you like bow ties, Tony?"

Tang En shook his head: "I don't even want to tie a tie. Today is the first time I wear a bow tie..."

"Very good." Giorgio Armani standing in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand to untie the tie for Tang En, handed it to Shania next to him, and then undid two slits at the neckline of Tang En's shirt to open the collar a little. "Let's relax, you don't have to be so restrained and serious in front of your friends." Armani clapped his hands and pushed away two steps, as if he was admiring his company's contracted model, he tilted his head and looked at Tang En again.

"Not bad. Tony, you are in good shape. Are you interested in being an endorsement for my product?" The eighty-one-year-old man winked at Tang En.

Tang En was stunned.

Armani's image spokesperson?

This job...he has never—whether it was before or now, whether it is before or after time travel—has never thought about it. In his heart, Armani has always been one of the representatives of luxury fashion in the world. Which of the endorsers for this brand is not a big singer or movie star? When is it your turn to get yourself a football head coach.

"Is it difficult, Tony?"

"Ah, no, no, no. I'm just a little surprised. I don't understand why Mr. Armani asked me to be... that spokesperson."

"Because I like you, Tony. There's something about you that fascinates me."

No matter how the old man talks, he is in the same tune as Wu Kes... Does everyone in the fashion industry like this kind of thing? Tang En made a move.

"You're not like my other models. You're one of those wild horses that can't be controlled. No one can put the reins on you, and absolutely no one can tame you. You're free, very free, and you can say what you think , you can express whatever side you want, never care about the evaluation of you by the public media, and live freely. It is in line with the brand value of Armani. Do you know that my clothing design only pursues one principle-simple, free, Whatever you want. You're a match, Tony."

Tang En didn't expect that he would get such an evaluation from an old man like Armani. He was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Well, it would be nice to make more money."

Armani laughed. Shania and Fasar beside them also laughed. Shaniad's hard work finally paid off.

About to leave, Armani gave Tang En the last piece of advice: "Tony, you said that you lack the taste and vision to choose clothes, and I will teach you a universal method." He moved his mouth to Tang En's ear mysteriously , whispered. It seems that the "secret recipe" that is about to be said must be kept secret.

He hastily acted as if he was listening attentively to show his respect.

The silver-haired Giorgio Armani lay next to Tang En's ear, looking through him at Shania and Fasal behind him, he smiled slyly at them, and then said: "If you really don't know how to wear What's the matter, you can wear Armani! Haha! Hahaha!"

Tang En, who realized that he was being teased, was not angry at all. He laughed with the old man: "This is really a good way to do everything."

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It was getting late at night, and they had to rush back to Nottingham overnight, because Tang En had to go to Wilford to participate in team training the next morning. Although it was getting late, Shania was in a high mood. She and Tang En sat in the back row, humming to the stereo in the car non-stop.

Tang En was a little tired. He fell back on the seat back, closed his eyes and fell asleep. I have gained a lot this evening. Mourinho, Giorgio Armani, and the stories behind Billy Vox and George Wood.

The IOU that was lit in the night, and Billy Wooks smiling behind the firelight. After dealing with this damn manager for two years, Tang En felt that he didn't know him at all for the first time.

So they are relatives of Wood...

I really don't know if George and his mother are lucky or unlucky to have such "relatives" at the booth?

Tang En seemed to raise his hand to rub his temple, but found that he couldn't move his right hand. He opened his eyes and found that Shania, who had been humming just now, was lying on his side at this moment, with her head resting on his arm and fell asleep, her hands were still hooked on Tang En's body, with a peaceful smile on her face Careful, docile like a kitten.

Looking at Shania who was sleeping so soundly, Tang En raised his right hand carefully, and gently stroked her hair. A burst of heart-breathing fragrance permeated the airborne airborne in the small car.

This is Shania's favorite shampoo scent. Although as a model, hair stylist, makeup artist, stylist and others are indispensable to play with her hair, but Shania only recognizes one brand and one flavor of shampoo in her life, which has almost become her signature fragrance.

Ever since I saw her for the first time, when I carried her to the hospital for treatment, this smell came out of her hair, it was so familiar...

Tang En couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Fasal looked up at the rearview mirror, grinned, and then lowered his head and focused on driving again.

The music on the stereo has long been turned off by the considerate Fasal, the windows are closed, and the roar of the airflow disturbance caused by the car driving on the expressway cannot be heard. The interior of the car is extremely quiet, only Shania sleeps. The sound of breathing after listening.

Very regular, very light, with a beautiful melody.

Listening to the "lullaby" in his ears, feeling the warm breath exhaled from Shania's nose, and letting the scent of hair penetrate into his nose, Tang En leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes again.

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It was past one o'clock the next morning when they returned to Nottingham. Tang En did not push Shania to wake him up, but lightly carried her out. After saying goodbye to Fasar, he turned and went back to his home.

Carry her from the car to Shania's bedroom on the second floor, and then gently put her on the bed. Because men and women are different, it is not easy to take off her evening dress, so I had to pull the quilt to cover her briefly.

After finishing all this work, Tang En was sweating from exhaustion, panting heavily. This was only the second time he hugged Shania. She was only thirteen years old when he hugged her for the first time. She was as thin as a dandelion, which would blow away with the wind.

now……

"Damn..." Tang En took a breath, and sat on the ground next to Shania's bed, "Sure, really grown up. I slept like a pig, but I was exhausted. Hehe——"

After taking a break, Tang En's breath gradually calmed down. He turned around, knelt down on the bed, and looked at Shania who was sleeping soundly. The girl's beautiful face was covered by a few strands of loose hair. Tang En hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to gently brush the hair away, and lay down on the bed again to look at it.

Looking at Shania in front of him, Tang En suddenly thought of a fairy tale he read when he was a child - Sleeping Beauty.

"Sleeping Beauty, Sleeping Beauty... who will be your Prince Charming who rides a white horse, breaks through thorns and obstacles, and finally comes to kiss you and save you?" Tang En muttered to himself.

"You must find a good man, you must be happy..." Tang En put Shania's arm out of the quilt back, then got up and turned off the dim bedside lamp, and quietly left the bedroom.

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The next day, Dunn didn't let Shania serve as the alarm clock. He got up from the bed by himself, dressed and washed, and then went downstairs.

"Good morning! Uncle Tony!" Shania poked her head out of the kitchen, waving the egg shovel in her hand.

"Good morning..." Thinking of eating the devil's breakfast provided by Shania again, Tang En's greeting became a little weak.

Toto jumped out from the kitchen, with bread crumbs still in his mouth, he lowered his head and rubbed vigorously on Tang En's trousers.

"Don't wipe your mouth with my pants!" Tang En really wanted to kick this wild cat out, but he guessed that he would be kicked out by Shania again, so he just swung his legs vigorously, trying to throw the cat off. Unexpectedly, using Toto's teeth and claws together, it hooked Tang En's trousers, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it.

Tired of kicking, Tang En looked at the bitch who was still "wiping his mouth" on his pants, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you're not coming down, are you? Bitter cat!" He began to untie his belt and take off his pants.

Shania happened to come out of the kitchen with breakfast, and Tang En happened to be facing the kitchen door. When he bent down to pull down his pants and stood up again, he happened to see Shania who was holding a tray, who was in a daze. Look at the part under my shirt, above my knees...

After only being stunned for a second, Tang En suddenly squatted down and pulled up his pants, with Toto still hanging on them...

Seeing that there was nothing to look at, Shania curled her lips, put the breakfast on the table, and said to Tang En: "Is Uncle Tony planning to endorse Armani's underwear? Yours is very majestic..." She pointed to Tang En's pair of underwear. between the legs.

It was only then that Tang En realized that he was in the state of "waking up in the morning"...

This face is really embarrassing, no wonder the little girl didn't move her eyes when she saw it just now!

After reacting, Tang En hurriedly dragged the cat upstairs with his pants up.

When he came down again after a few minutes, although the cat was still on his trousers, the embarrassing "morning" phenomenon was gone.

"Solved?" Shania asked without raising her head when she heard Tang En's footsteps coming down the stairs while eating the breakfast she made herself.

"My brother was disobedient, I slapped him a few times, be honest." Tang En sat opposite Shania as if nothing had happened, and began to prepare for the breakfast made by Shania.

"Pfft——" Shania sprayed all the milk she just drank on the newspaper in her hand, and then she coughed. Tang En didn't understand what was wrong, and looked at it lying on the table in a daze, obviously laughing. But very hard Shania.

After a while, Shania, who had regained her strength, raised her head and said to Tang En seriously: "Please, Uncle Tony, can you say hello in advance before you plan to tell a joke next time."

"Ah? Ah! You haven't thought about it for yourself. You are so young, and your thoughts are so complicated. The fashion industry is really a dyeing pot, red turns yellow, black turns white..." Tang En is not as knowledgeable as Shania, he Shaking her head and teasing Shania, she opened the napkin and began to eat. After eating so many Tianshania's breakfasts, his stomach is completely used to it... I'm glad I'm not a gourmet, otherwise I would have starved to death in a place like England, right?

"With an old man all day long, I can't help it if I think purely." After being with Tang En for a long time, Shania has also learned Tang En's tricks, sometimes arguing with Tang En can make Tang En There is nothing to do. "Poor me, I'm still a seventeen-year-old young girl~~~~~~"

Tang En rolled his eyes and ignored Shania who was going crazy.

After breakfast, Tang En went out and knocked on the door of Tang's house, bid farewell to Shania with him, and walked to Wilford to "work".

Shania happily waved goodbye to the two at the door, and didn't go back to clean up the room until Tang En and Tang were completely out of sight.

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"Looks like a wife." Walking on the road, Tang En, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said this sentence, making Tang En confused.

"What?"

"I said Shania. You and him, when we sent you out just now." Tang continued.

"What do you know, you're a virgin who hasn't even touched a girl's hand." Tang En retorted disdainfully, he didn't believe these ghost things Tang said.

"Are you talking about yourself? This body is yours, a virgin." Another person who has learned badly from staying with Tang En for a long time...

Tang En rolled his eyes, turned his head and asked Tang: "Okay, tell me the truth, Don. Your body." He pointed to himself, "Was it a virgin before me?"

Don hesitated, then nodded.

"We're even. Then...now it's not a virgin, so I'm ahead instead." Dunn laughed proudly.

Tang En's laughter was interrupted by frowning, "Don't discuss such boring topics early in the morning. Don't you think about our semi-final opponent Chelsea?"

Tang En was still laughing, but it wasn't a big laugh, but a smile. "Speaking of Chelsea, I accompanied Shania to Mr. Armani's private dinner yesterday. Guess who I met?"

Tang responded to him with a straight face: "I'm not interested in playing riddles."

"You boring man! I met Mourinho."

The name changed the expression on Don's face.

"He gave me a gauntlet in front of so many people." In fact, there are not as many people as Tang En said, just Armani, Shania and Fasal, but he just likes to exaggerate this rhetoric technique.

"Don, I don't have to think about Chelsea at this time, I started studying Chelsea a long time ago. You know, a long, long time ago. Against Mourinho, I have never lost before and I will never lose. "The last sentence he said was decisive, and the hippie expression he had just bickered with Tang disappeared from his face.