Football God.

After a brief silence, Ronaldo showed a bright smile and said, "Wait for me for 3 minutes."

Then, this person jumped up directly, leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, turned over, trotted all the way into the cloakroom, and closed the door very lightly!

The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, and the Heinrichs were dumbfounded.

But Bertram, who has recently been immersed in tactical learning, gave his own comment: "Mr. Ronaldo's ability to stay in the air is really good."

Heinrich glanced at him, feeling that the compliment would do little to alleviate it.

However, this series of actions made the atmosphere suddenly relaxed and happy. Mrs. Heinrich smiled with her mouth covered, and her voice was full of lively factors: "He is really a very energetic boy, and Edel is right, he He's in good shape."

Heinrich: Yes, yes, very good, those abs and pecs are bigger than last time we met...

Heinrich's father also nodded: "It's also very healthy."

Heinrich: That's right, it's dark, and it looks healthy.

Moritz followed up very flatteringly: "He is not like this usually, this time it should be an accident."

Heinrich: Although I would like to say that in our videos, this person often bares his upper body, but now is obviously not a good time to tell the truth.

Feeling that his family was trying to relieve his tension, Heinrich's clamoring heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he began to wait for that person to come back obediently and quietly.

And when the man in the suit and leather shoes who had clearly modified his hairstyle with hairspray returned, Heinrich didn't speak anymore, just looked at the few people who were talking with his eyes, and after a long time, he gently poked him with his elbow Beside Bertram.

Mr. Bodyguard bent slightly and asked softly, "Sir?"

Heinrich covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "What do you think?"

Now Heinrich was a little confused.

He is very clear about his family, for them, their wishes may be very important, but all people from big families have a common problem, that is, they are always more picky than others.

He wasn't sure if the communication between the two sides was smooth, but he didn't want to ask himself.

Bertram glanced at the screen and replied calmly: "Mr. Ronaldo's hairspray is really professional."

Heinrich: ...Is this what I asked you!

But to Heinrich's surprise, the communication between Ronaldo and his parents was extremely smooth.

English is used on both sides, and there is no language barrier. Ronaldo has always maintained modesty and caution. He seems to know that he naturally has a rebellious face, so he bows his head skillfully, with a bright smile, which is very plain. Be sincere.

Even sincerely a little silly.

But for parents, this kind of smile is just right.

Until the end of the call, Heinrich did not get the chance to talk to Ronaldo again.

But judging from the expressions of their parents, they are very satisfied.

Especially when Ronaldo uttered a few simple German words in a jerky voice, Heinrich thought he looked very attractive.

Although his pronunciation reminded Heinrich of the beautiful parrot he had raised at home...

Heinrich didn't ask much at all, he just changed the topic, and only asked cautiously before finally going back to the hotel: "Chris is a likable man, isn't he?"

The Heinrichs looked at each other, then nodded with a smile, but did not make a clear answer, but turned to look at Moritz: "The plan you said before, as soon as possible."

Pass the Marriage Legal Act early, so that they can sit down.

In terms of marriage, Germans are relatively traditional.

Heinrich didn't know what the plan was, but his rationality told him that it was best not to ask more questions, and he just dragged Bertram away after saying goodbye to his parents.

Moritz pushed his glasses and heaved a sigh of relief.

The reason for this gathering was that I accidentally slipped my mouth, and it seemed that I made up for it pretty well, and my precious brother didn't mention it until the end of the party.

But less than 3 minutes after Heinrich left, Moritz received a text message.

Heinrich: "Next season, the billboards in front of the Leeds United Stadium are still empty. In view of the expiration of the pork knuckle advertisements last season, dear brother, you can choose to continue sponsoring now. I think Leeds United will thank you." . '

OK, a threat.

Moritz silently stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and weighed in his mind whether it was more important to continue advertising roasted pork knuckles or to make his brother happy, and he quickly chose the latter.

And Heinrich didn't doubt Moritz's choice at all. He didn't pay attention after sending the text message, but forced himself to put his phone in his pocket.

It wasn't until he got into Bertram's car that Heinrich quickly took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and quickly said without waiting for the other party to speak: "Chris, don't be nervous. Your parents like you very much."

What responded to him was a light cough, and then Ronaldo responded with a smile: "Of course, I'm not nervous, they are all very good people."

"Not nervous?" Heinrich raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then what are you doing now?"

"……bath."

"so?"

"Okay I admit, I'm nervous, I seem to have been sweating all week just now."

Heinrich laughed, his straight back finally had time to relax, he leaned back gently on the back of the chair, and started chatting with that person.

Talk about the recent training status, talk about tomorrow's game, and talk about interesting things about little Chris.

Bertram, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Heinrich's smile.

Then he glanced at the little head popping out of the dash cam.

That was Mr. Jarvis the housekeeper. Until now, Bertram didn't understand why he wanted to take a peek at this advanced imaging technology...

Jarvis smiled at Bertram, nodded in greeting, then cut off contact, and quickly walked in front of Moritz's room.

Before he could knock on the door, he heard Moritz's voice: "Come in."

Jarvis opened the door and bowed respectfully: "Sir, everything is going well."

Moritz put down the newspaper in his hand, and let out a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Jarvis glanced at Moritz, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Sir, what are you worried about?"

If he was worried that Master Adrian would be angry because of Moritz's inadvertent leak, since Master Adrian had proposed an exchange just now, then this assumption does not exist.

If you are worried that the master and wife will disagree, but the attitude of the two of you does not seem to be unhappy.

After thinking about it, Mr. Artificial Intelligence didn't quite understand what Moritz was thinking.

Moritz didn't hide it from him either. In front of his housekeeper, Moritz always appeared very frank.

He stood up calmly, and said softly: "Since Edel's matter has been resolved smoothly, there is still room for change in the matter he proposed to sponsor Leeds United."

Jarvis: "...Huh?"

Moritz pushed his glasses lightly, and said calmly, "If you're still angry, then I'll add sponsorship and advertising. Since you're not angry, you won't need so much money."

This made Jarvis stunned for a moment, and then looked helpless: "Sir, were you thinking about this kind of thing just now?"

According to Jarvis's understanding of Moritz, this person likes his younger brother so much that he will blow it up to the sky. If he has this kind of investment opportunity, he will throw tens of millions directly without blinking his eyes.

But now why do you feel... something is wrong?

Moritz glanced at him: "A business is a business, a private matter is a private matter. I care that he will not interfere with my intuitive judgment on investment."

Jarvis: "Oh." I see, Master Moritz is still very...

"Since Leeds United is in great shape, let's push the upcoming mobile phone brand over and give it a try for 3000 million."

"..." Jarvis felt his eyelids trembling uncontrollably, "Sir, didn't you say you don't need too much money?"

It's just a brand investment, but it costs 3000 million euros? !

Moritz has a good reason: "Leeds United's current advertising effect is very good. This is a good opportunity. I am a person who distinguishes between public and private, and the money will not be lost."

Jarvis: ... I almost don't know the word public and private, my younger brother, Mr. Benkong, please don't hide yourself, okay?

Two days later, Leeds United had just resumed training when a contract was sent to Heinrich's office.

Heinrich opened it, only looked at the amount inside, and put it aside in satisfaction.

In fact, for the current Leeds United, they do not need sponsorship to increase team income.

Heinrich only gave Moritz a chance to invest.

No one loses money by investing in a good club, right?

This made Heinrich smile all morning, but it made many media reporters outside the training ground feel strange.

In their view, Leeds United suffered a loss in the European competition this time.

It was a good situation, but because of a momentary misunderstanding by the referee, Heinrich was sent off with a red card!

Although UEFA clearly stated that Heinrich will only be suspended for the next game and will not be suspended, but just one suspension may reverse the situation of qualifying for the Champions League.

It's not that there have been shocking reversal games, and there are even many. The background board of Wannian is that AC Milan is pulled out to lie down every day.

If he misses the next game, the future situation of Leeds United is still very worrying.

But now seeing that Heinrich is not only not depressed or bored, but even looks happy, it seems a bit unbelievable.

Mr. Byron didn't know what Heinrich was thinking. He thought that his head coach was just smiling to cover up his inner sadness, which made Mr. Byron even more annoyed by the referee's blindness.

So, during the interval of training, Heinrich saw the slightly flushed face of his teaching assistant.

In this kind of weather, obviously it can't be because of the heat, it can only be because of being angry.

Before Heinrich could speak, Mr. Byron said, "Sir, we must appeal to UEFA! This red card is too weird!"

Heinrich was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized what Mr. Byron was talking about.

Apparently, in his own silence, his teaching assistant had already imagined a big drama...

However, Heinrich looked calm, smiled, and said: "It's useless to appeal, things on the court change rapidly, and no one can always judge correctly."

Moreover, the referee is an organization under the protection of UEFA. As long as it does not cause extremely bad influence, UEFA will choose to protect the referee in order to maintain the authority of the referee. Otherwise, I would not have changed the referee atmosphere in England. Make a deal with the current chairman of the FA, Mr. Flippe.

Of course, Heinrich didn't say these words clearly, but just hid all his thoughts in his smile.

But Mr. Byron was still aggrieved. After thinking for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "In the next game, we must win!"

"Of course, I will watch you from the stands." Heinrich patted Mr. Byron's shoulder with a gentle smile.

The two people here are communicating, and on the court, many players are also focusing on Heinrich.

In their view, their coach has received unfair treatment, and as players, they naturally want to seek justice for Heinrich!

But in the end how to use, they have not thought of.

Kaka was about to communicate with Alan Smith, but saw not far away, Schmeichel was holding Little Red Riding Hood who had just resumed training, grinding his teeth, opening the other's mouth and pouring the special nutrient solution made by Dr. Braque into it. .

Purple, with bubbles, very weird.

This made Kaka a little strange, and turned to look at Alan Smith: "What happened?"

"That kid Jack didn't know what was going on in his head. He grabbed Casper and said that he wanted to learn goalkeeping from him, which annoyed Casper. That's it." Alan shrugged his shoulders, but there was no sympathy in his eyes.

Kaka also smiled, pretending she didn't see it, and just sighed lightly: "The weather is really nice, isn't it?"

Jack, who was being tightly suppressed by Schmeichel, drank a cup of nutrient solution, and burst into tears.

He coughed a few times, and then realized that Schmeichel was patting himself on the back.

Little Jack had never met Schmeichel so friendly in the past. He was used to being bullied by Schmeichel for a long time, and suddenly he was a little moved: "Casper, you are so kind to me."

Schmeichel snorted softly: "As long as you know."

Jack: "Then can we start practicing goalkeeping?"

Schmeichel: "...Bah!"