Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 466 Madam’s diplomacy doesn’t work.
Paris, in a community stadium.

Liu Qianqian was extremely embarrassed.

Looking at her lover who was wearing gloves on the goal line, her eyes were cold and unsympathetic.

Less than half an hour.

This guy actually went from forward, midfielder, defender, and finally fell to goalkeeper because he exhausted his energy.
The key is, this is still a 5V5 venue.

After the whole game, she was anxious.

There was not a single decent attack from my husband's side, and he was suppressed and beaten by a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old kids from beginning to end.

She didn't know whether Xiang Yang was the one who lost the most ball.

But the one who picked up the ball the most from the goal
"Let him exercise normally and he will die. Now he is fine. His face has been lost. If I had known better, I would not have come with him."

Liu Qianxi couldn't help but complain.

On the court, Xiang Yang, who was too lazy to stand, paid no attention to Liu Qianqian's gaze. Instead, he organized the defense with a hint of pride on the goal line.

"Come on! Little John, you can't rely on your body!"

"And you, toughen up, don't act like a loser, and run two more steps."

"That guy named Ma, do you have any brains?"

"Shovel him! Get on the legs!"

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Squinting as he watched the people running hard in front of him being passed over easily by fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, Xiang Yang became more and more bossy.

A dark-skinned young man caught the ball and took two steps forward.

Simple adjustment, a direct volley.

Because the distance was close enough, he didn't even raise his head.

"Oh!"

The football flew up and headed toward the sun.

Xiang Yang didn't even see the direction of the ball's movement clearly when a "swish" sound came from behind him.

"Beautiful~"

Knowing that the ball must have gone in, Xiang Yang clapped his hands, as if it hadn't gone in through the gate he was guarding.

Little John was panting after chasing him to the door.

Perhaps it was his strong competitiveness that made him intolerable. Xiang Yang didn't care at all that they had been handed an embarrassing score of 16:0, and shouted:
"Xiang! Can you guard the door well!"

"I guarded it well, but you were too late to pursue me like an aircraft carrier turning around."

Xiang Yang spread his hands and gave a thumbs up gesture to the black child who was helping to pick up the ball with a smile.

To be honest, he couldn't save the ball just now even if he forced it with a gun.

"The aircraft carrier turns around."

Little John's brother and Mark Long were stunned for a moment when they heard this.

"you!!!"

"Then how about you guard the goal and I go up and kick it?"

Xiangyang didn't like Little John, and a smile appeared on his face.

It was originally agreed that one player would be replaced with another goalkeeper, and everyone would take turns to touch each other.

Fortunately now, he has been fed 10 times.

I feel so sad, so sad
On the side of the court, Liu Qianqian, who was listening to the argument between Xiang Yang and Little John, couldn't help but turn around and look outside the court.

Beside Shaffer couldn't help but shake her head.

On the contrary, the elderly Brigitte observed Xiang Yang's every move very carefully.

Unlike the man who struggled on the court and became more and more frustrated.

Standing on the sidelines, she was more attentive.

A few minutes later, while the old man was replenishing water, she came to the young husband with a bottle of mineral water and whispered:
"You should learn from this guy."

"Shall I learn from him?"

Panting heavily, Macron took the water and frowned.

"Look what he is doing."

Brigitte smiled slightly, and when she stepped aside, Xiangyang was holding a few bottles of mineral water and bragging and spanking with the little players.

How long have Xiangyang and the others been at the stadium?

Including warm-up + competition, in less than an hour, Xiangyang has already become familiar with this group of young children who are more than ten years younger than him.

The black guy who scored the most goals even showed his white teeth and circled Xiangyang.

"He is very approachable and has a pure mentality. He just comes to play." Brigitte praised with a smile.

"." Macron narrowed his eyes.

It seems that every time a young player scores a goal, he looks up to the sky and sighs that Xiang Yang has not done enough, but Xiang Yang happily encourages the young people.

Well.
On some balls, he deliberately didn't take another step forward.

But he never stopped talking while standing on the goal line!
Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Macron felt that his wife had been deceived by the young designer's aura.

On the court, teammates who spread their hands and let others do this and that are the most annoying.

Brigitte said: "But he is more popular with his opponents than you."

"Maybe." Macron nodded subconsciously.

Otherwise, go over and say hello to those kids. I guess they should know themselves.

Anyway, I am also a figure who often appears on TV with Sarkozy.

Macron thought so and walked over with a friendly smile.

But it was okay not to go there, but as soon as I walked in, the scene suddenly became awkward.

The young people didn't care that he was Sarkozy's economic adviser. They just chatted and laughed with Xiang Yang.

They didn't know what Xiang Yang promised them, but these children stared at him in admiration.

Macron was completely speechless.

"Come on, let me introduce you. Can you ask my friend to come out and ask your Uncle Macron for help?"

Noticing Macron coming behind him, Xiang Yang finished the introduction happily, pointed to Little John and his brother who were drinking water on the other side, and continued:
"Look at the shortest uncle, he has jerseys signed by many players. As long as your uncle Macron says a word, he will definitely help you find the player you like to sign the jersey."

"I want Zidane's jersey!"

"I like Vieira!"

"I want Henry's"

Hearing Xiang Yang's boast, the young players who had great trust in the luxury brand designer in front of them suddenly cheered around Mark in excitement.

Yes, among the adults who suddenly came over today, they knew Xiang Yang.

This is not surprising.

Xiang Yang is much more famous among this group of young people than Little John and Macron.

On the wrist of a young player playing in the game was a watch co-branded by HYS and Garmin.

There is a small team member’s backpack with the UTMB event logo printed on it.

Some team members’ water cups are engraved with the word HYS.
"I'm not that powerful, haha." Macron turned his head and glanced at Xiang Yang gratefully, then waved his hand quickly.

Xiang Yang once again expressed that this uncle was very humble.

In two years' time, the whole of France will listen to him.

How dare Little John refuse to listen?

Noticing the excitement here, Little John and his brother also came over.

Hearing that it was about the jerseys of famous stars, before Little John had time to say anything, his brother immediately agreed.

But the prerequisite is
"Did you see my last kick and the powerful ejaculation! Wife, did I come in beautifully?"

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"Look, I actually ran more than eleven thousand steps. Honey, am I very good today?"

"." Liu Qianqian drove the car, and the boss glanced at Xiang Yang reluctantly and said:
"I saw it, it's beautiful, it's okay, okay?"

Xiang Yang laughed even more happily after receiving the response.

Although his kick was taken by a young player, it was definitely not fooled.

The second before he touched the ball, his eyes were aimed at the upper left corner of the goal.

It's just that the ball is spinning too fast.

A beautiful arc was drawn.

The last one to enter is the upper right corner.
But no matter what, it is better than Little John who didn't score a single goal.

"You will drink later, drink less."

When it came to drinking, Liu Qianqian's tone became stern.

Xiang Yang immediately nodded obediently and said with a smile: "Honey, how was your chat with Brigitte? I see you guys have been talking on the sidelines."

"Her."

Liu Qianqian felt a little incredible when it came to this woman who was much older than herself.

This couple is two rounds behind.

Brigitte is completely like an old cow gnawing on young grass.

"She gave me some discount coupons for their chocolate shop. She was very happy to hear that I like their chocolate."

"Well, that's right."

Xiang Yang smiled slightly.

"Well, you also asked me to have coffee together if we have a chance."

"Drink coffee?"

"Yes, but I was too busy next time, so I didn't agree." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips with a smile, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many vehicles in front of her, she turned her head to look at Xiang Yang and warned:
"But I'm not here, so you still have to come play football next weekend if you have time. Exercise more, do you hear me?"

Let’s not talk about whether Xiangyang can play football well or not.

He can run more than 10,000 steps, break out in a sweat, and even smile when he loses.

Liu Qianqian thought it was pretty good.

Although playing football may cause injuries, as long as he realizes that he should exercise well.

In her heart, Liu Qianqian simply hoped that Xiangyang could maintain her strength.

As for drinking coffee.
What's so good about coffee?

Glancing at Xiang Yang again, Liu Qianqian frowned inadvertently.

Why was he who was smiling just now, suddenly slumped in the car seat, still crying?
Could it be that he knew he was leaving and wanted a reward, but found that he was powerless after exercising?
"Don't worry, I don't dislike you."

Biting her lower lip lightly, Liu Qianqian said reluctantly.
(End of this chapter)