Football: I am a goalkeeper, averaging 1 goal per game

Xu Jin looked at Zhang Jingwen standing in front of him.

He smelled a faint fragrance.

Obviously, the curvaceous and charming lady in front of me is wearing perfume tonight.

Xu Jin leaned back slightly, and said to Zhang Jingwen, "My itinerary...you know it quite well!"

Although England does not have an offseason in the conventional sense.

However, for a club like Middlesbrough, there are not many games that can be played at the end of the year.

Therefore, now the club has begun to implement a weekly double-break system.

Zhang Jingwen nodded: "Of course! You are my boss!"

Xu Jin looked at Zhang Jingwen, who had a confused look in her eyes, and said with a smile, "What about you? No class tomorrow?"

Zhang Jingwen smiled charmingly: "There are classes... but I can ask for leave."

As for what Zhang Jingwen was thinking in front of her, Xu Jin could be said to be very clear.

Because when he went to the store in London to check the situation a few times, Zhang Jingwen hinted at it intentionally or unintentionally.

even……

The two of them had already had some indescribable things happen in the store.

Two hands suddenly wrapped their arms around Xu Jin's neck.

Followed by two wet lips.

Regarding Zhang Jingwen's initiative, Xu Jin did not evade in any way.

When Xu Jin carried Zhang Jingwen to his bedroom.

He suddenly discovered that Zhang Jingwen was wearing a player jersey with Mbappe's name on it...

This is very...

An eyesore!

……

After a night of indulgence.

When Xu Jin woke up again, he found that it was almost lunch time.

Zhang Jingwen, who was lying beside her, was still dreaming.

There was still a blush on her face, and when Xu Jin saw it, an unknown fire ignited in her heart again.

"Injury! Injury!"

Xu Jin kept reminding himself in his heart, suppressed his anger and stood up to prepare lunch.

Xu Jin's cooking skills are not bad.

Of course, this is exactly what he practiced in living alone after he came to England.

It has to be said that England can fully bear the reputation of a gourmet desert.

If Xu Jin didn't improve his cooking skills, he would probably starve to death in England.

Wash the rice and vegetables, slice the tenderloin, and shred the potatoes.

Today Xu Jin plans to make a sweet and sour pork tenderloin, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and a tomato and egg soup.

Very homely.

When the last dish of stir-fried potato shreds was about to come out of the pan, he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind and hug him.

Don't think too much, the owner of these hands must be Zhang Jingwen.

While cooking, Xu Jin said, "It will be ready soon."

Zhang Jingwen said softly, "You don't want to see what I'm wearing?"

What are you wearing?

Hearing Zhang Jingwen's question, Xu Jin was stunned.

What else can a person wear but clothes?

leaves?

Xu Jin turned around with a puzzled expression.

When he saw Zhang Jingwen, his heart burned again.

At this moment, Zhang Jingwen was wearing a white shirt.

it looks like...

She should have only been wearing a shirt.

"This dress... seems to be mine?"

Xu Jin said to Zhang Jingwen.

Zhang Jingwen nodded shyly: "Yes! I found it from your closet! Who made you so rude last night! You will pay me for my player jersey!"

Xu Jin nodded: "Okay, I'll give you my signed jersey!"

"Who wants yours!"

Zhang Jingwen wrinkled her nose and hugged Xu Jin's waist again.

Then, the shredded potatoes were mushy.