"Fake, why?"
"Didn't you take action first this time?"
"Why don't you let me play!?"
In the dim living room, Wang Xiaodong poured glass after glass of foreign wine into his mouth.
By this time, he no longer knew what brands these wines were.
The little witch wore a vest with Winnie the Pooh on her upper body, a pair of black lace shorts on her lower body, her little feet were in white stockings with rabbit patterns, and she was nestled next to Wang Xiaodong.
Tears stained the little witch's light makeup, and it looked like she had applied it on her arms countless times.
Just like Ron said that Hermione couldn't make friends in "Harry Potter", anyone who sees the crying little witch will feel pity for her.
However, Wang Xiaodong was already drunk at this time. In the hotel where he paid 1,300 pounds a night, Wang Xiaodong was wasting his spring night with alcohol.
Wang Xiaodong came to London four days ago. When the little witch was about to take the entrance exam, he did not hesitate to pay for a four-star hotel near her school.
At first, when she saw Wang Xiaodong arriving, the little witch was so happy that she flew into the air.
Because in a few days, it will be her birthday.
On this "important" holiday, the little witch had every right reason to go to a dinner party and stay up all night.
For this reason, the little witch planned for many days in advance.
First, I told my classmates at school that this birthday party would be spent with my family, and then I told my father that this birthday party would be spent out to have fun with my classmates and some friends I met while filming a movie. At the same time, after buying off his younger brother with the latest game disc, he called Vivian as another layer of insurance.
Finally, on the afternoon of April 15th, school was over, and the little witch slipped into Wang Xiaodong’s room.
A little farewell is better than a wedding.
In the past few days, except for saying hello to Emma when she went to and from school, or exchanging heart-to-hearts under the window at night, the two of them had not had any substantial contact.
Now that they finally had a chance to be together, the little witch hung onto Wang Xiaodong's neck and leaned on the passenger seat.
After breathing each other for a long time, the little witch's hands began to become unreliable.
"Dong, I have practiced very well with videos these days, and I have also developed a new method. It is guaranteed to be an experience you have never had before!"
Wang Xiaodong blushed and pushed the other person away.
"Let's go back to the hotel first and celebrate your birthday first!"
The little witch blinked, put her hand into her pocket, got into the "ultra-thin balloon" that Vivian gave her a few days ago, and nodded with a blushing face.
Candles, red wine, rose petals, Indian sacred oil, standard ingredients for a Western-style romantic dinner.
"Happy birthday!"
After singing Happy Birthday, the little witch crossed her hands on her chest, closed her eyes, puffed her cheeks, and blew out all 16 candles.
"Dong, I want a gift!"
After blowing out the candles, the birthday girl threw herself into Wang Xiaodong's arms again, and the little girl who had just begun to fall in love greedily sniffed the male hormones from her boyfriend. As long as Wang Xiaodong nods, she will give herself away without hesitation at this moment.
"Dang Dang Dang Dang!!!"
Wang Xiaodong reached back and picked up a gift box from under the bed.
"Wow! What is this? Can I take it apart and take a look?"
The little witch screamed and tore open the outer packaging without waiting for Wang Xiaodong's consent.
After opening the piano case, the little witch covered her mouth again.
Lying quietly inside was a triangular musical instrument that was completely white but exuded an antique flavor.
"Harp? Is this for me?"
"Of course!" Wang Xiaodong said proudly.
You gave me a saxophone, why don't I give you a harp?
The harp in the case has no pedals and is one size smaller than the Irish harp. It looks more like the instrument in the hands of the angel in the mural.
The 19-string harp is only a simplified version, and it is definitely easier to learn than the 47-string harp.
The small and exquisite figure can be held and played by the little witch.
"Wow! Dong, can you play?" The little witch gently hugged the harp and stroked the surface of the harp like a cat.
"How can I play this thing?" Wang Xiaodong replied with a bitter look on his face, "I'm still learning the saxophone you gave me. How can I have the time to learn this thing?"
The little witch chuckled and gently strummed a few strings with her hands.
Suddenly, a midsummer breeze blew in his face, making Wang Xiaodong's heart flutter.
The sound of the harp is like a lover's glance, intoxicating the person in front of you.
Looking at the little witch's red face, Wang Xiaodong wanted to pounce on it and take a bite.
"Dong, thank you, I will definitely keep it well!" the little witch said, reaching out and taking out the necklace from her collar, which was exactly the one Wang Xiaodong gave her.
"Dong, you have thought about it early, right?"
Looking at Xiuzhen's harp pendant, Wang Xiaodong chuckled and scratched his head, "I don't know, maybe it's a coincidence. I always think you look good when you sing while playing the harp!"
"Really?" the little witch blinked, "Then have you ever thought that a better place to put the harp would look better?"
As she spoke, the little witch put down the necklace in her hand, crossed her hands on the left and right in front of her body, and slowly lifted up the little vest she was wearing.
Looking at Winnie the Pooh gradually disappearing from sight, and staring at the graceful waist exposed by the little witch, Wang Xiaodong felt his mouth go dry, and his whole body gradually became excited.
Just when Wang Xiaodong was about to pounce on the charming little goblin in front of him, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
"Humph!" The little witch who was halfway charmed suddenly became discouraged, puffed out her cheeks, rolled her eyes, and blew her hair angrily, "Take it!"
The little witch swore that this was the first time in her sixteen years that she felt that what those guys in the backstreets were singing was really something wrong!
Wang Xiaodong awkwardly took out his cell phone, and Bell's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Dong, we lost."
Bell's voice was hoarse, with a hint of fatigue, unwillingness, irritation, and seemingly resentment.
"Oh? Lost? Why did you lose? Didn't you play very well?" Wang Xiaodong's words were full of pride.
Bell didn't seem to hear Wang Xiaodong's ridicule and continued, "Mr. Keegan was hospitalized with a fever after returning to Southampton. He has worked hard on the team's tactical arrangements these days. We all see that It turns out that he has been in poor health recently and is always coughing."
Hearing this, Wang Xiaodong's heart beat suddenly as he watched the excitement.
The old man is hospitalized again?
Is it serious this time?
He subconsciously put his arms around the little witch's waist. With his girlfriend in his arms, Wang Xiaodong's heart forcibly calmed down again.
"So what? What does it have to do with me? Isn't he a famous coach? He has won the League Cup and only made it to sixth place, but he can't bear it?"
Listening to Wang Xiaodong's irresponsible words, Dyer on the other end of the phone finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Xiao Hei grabbed the phone and cried into the receiver: "Dong, how could you do this?"
"You clearly know that after Theo left, the coach put all his efforts and energy on you!"
"Almost all of his tactics are built around you."
"Now that he is hospitalized, how can you still act like it's nothing and say such sarcastic words?"
Faced with Dyer's reprimand, Wang Xiaodong still stiffened his neck.
"What does it have to do with me if he has a fever and is hospitalized? I didn't give him the fever!"
"He doesn't pay attention to his own health, who can blame him?"
"Besides, it's not like I didn't give him a chance."
"I participated in training honestly and sat on the bench honestly, but what about him?"
"He didn't even look at me once for 90 minutes."
"There's no need for me to play anyway, so what can I do if I take a day off?"
"Now that the team has lost, what's the point of calling me?"
"Do you want to put all the fault on me?"
"Isn't that ridiculous?!"
"If you have the time, you might as well buy two fruit plates and go to the hospital to see the old man."
"Hmph, if he is really seriously ill, you might not even have a coach for the next game!"
The little witch bit her lower lip. She felt Wang Xiaodong's hand holding her waist became harder and harder, even hurting her.
The little witch was very happy when Wang Xiaodong came to celebrate her birthday. She forgot to ask him why the recent schedule was so important, but he still had so much time to come to London to spend time with her.
Now the little witch knows that Wang Xiaodong is really just as the newspaper said, and there is some trouble between Wang Xiaodong and Keegan.
Otherwise, I would not have taken so many days off and not even participated in the competition.
"Dong, how could you do this?" Dyer roared loudly on the other end of the phone. "Mr. Keegan's fever reached 102 degrees (102 degrees Fahrenheit is equal to 39 degrees Celsius), and he was still muttering about you at that time. Name, but you, why did you act like nothing happened after hearing this news? Dong, I, I really misjudged you!"
As he spoke, there was a bang on the other end of the phone, and Dyer slammed the phone on the phone.
"Farke, why are you so angry after losing? Do you blame me for losing? Do you blame me for the old man being hospitalized? What do you think of me? Jesus who saves the suffering?"
"What a joke!"
"Dear, do you think so?"
Wang Xiaodong also threw his phone on the bed angrily. After thinking about it, he picked up the phone and pressed the power off button.
Seeing that the little witch remained silent, Wang Xiaodong spoke again: "My dear, would you like to have a drink with me?"
Seeing Wang Xiaodong's angry look, the little witch walked out of bed tremblingly and poured Wang Xiaodong a glass of red wine.
From then on, Wang Xiaodong became out of control.
After finishing the red wine, Wang Xiaodong opened the Rémy Martin, XO and a series of brand wines with unrecognizable names in the room.
Although these wines are not necessarily formal, if they are placed in this kind of room, the quality and price are definitely much higher than outside.
But Wang Xiaodong treated them like boiled water and drank them all into his stomach.
"Fuck! You don't miss me when you win, but do you think of me when you lose?"
"Why?"
"What did i do wrong?"
"The old man is just partial!"
"When the little kitten was here, I valued the little kitten. After the great sage came, I liked the great sage."
"He only likes forwards who can score goals. I play as a defensive midfielder, which means nothing to him!"
"Nothing!!!"
"Ugh~~~"
"Hululuulu~~~"
Wang Xiaodong's drinking capacity was not that bad, but he drank in a bad mood today and quickly became drunk.
The little witch knelt and sat aside, feeling heartbroken when she saw Wang Xiaodong, who was blushing and thick-necked, lying next to her and panting heavily.
Through the conversation with Dyer and the media reports these days, the little witch also understood the whole story.
She could tell that what Wang Xiaodong said on the phone just now was all angry, otherwise she wouldn't have become so nervous after hearing that Keegan was hospitalized.
Looking at the drunk Wang Xiaodong next to him, there is no sign of him smiling at everyone on the court in the past. He is clearly an aggrieved and inexperienced big boy.
The little witch pressed her hands on Wang Xiaodong's bulging temples and slowly lay down against her boyfriend's body.
She gently kissed the tip of her boyfriend's cold ear and whispered in his ear:
"Dong, listen to me, you don't have to accompany me tomorrow, just return to the team for training, okay?"
