Football giants

Chapter 331 I met a fan

The efficiency of Super Building King is different.

As soon as the waiter from the five-star hotel came, it took less than two hours for a meal, and the buildings of more than 2000 square meters were cleaned up. Even the sheets and mattresses were replaced with brand-new brands.

It is estimated that even if no one lives in them, they will often come to clean, so they can be so fast.

Yang Huan was standing in the room on the thirteenth floor at this time, opened the curtains, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire Knightsbridge business district, the lights were dim, and it was bustling.

The room is large, with woolen blankets on the floor and heating on, making it very cozy.

"I'll just live here, don't you think about it?" Zhuang Ziqing walked to his side.

The scenery here is indeed excellent, overlooking the night view of London, it is really picturesque.

Living in such a place is indeed a kind of enjoyment!

Yang Huan chuckled, leaned over with his right hand and put it on her shoulder, "What are you thinking about so much, how tired you are."

"But you just cooperated with the Grosvenor family like this?" Zhuang Ziqing felt that such a big project must be cautious. They are local snakes, what should they do if they are tricked?
Yang Huan had another idea.

"A gentleman shoots balls, and a villain hides dicks. If he deliberately wants to deceive people, then he will not be able to achieve the position he is today!"

Having said that, Yang Huan smiled confidently.

"Besides, he can't swallow such a big piece of cake by himself. He has to find someone to cooperate. If he intends to trick me, what will other people think? He won't do such a small thing!"

Zhuang Ziqing felt that what he said made sense.

When it comes to the Duke of Westminster, it would be foolish not to know how to choose.

"Also, when the time comes, all my legal documents will go through your law firm!"

While Yang Huan was talking, he pulled Zhuang Ziqing into his arms with a strong right hand.

"At that time, I will trouble you to pay more attention to me. If I still get tricked like this, then I have nothing to do!"

When no one was around, Zhuang Ziqing would let him go.

But at this moment, being held in his arms, I still felt ashamed.

But he still reached out to hug his waist, looking at the dreamlike London night scene in the distance.

Dotted with neon street lights, dotted in the dark city, it seems to be the reflection of the starry sky, so beautiful that it makes people drunk.

"Hey." Yang Huan rubbed her hair.

"Huh?" Zhuang Ziqing knew what he was going to do and replied shyly.

"Did you go to the bathroom just now?"

Zhuang Ziqing's pretty face turned even redder, and she gave him a flirtatious look.

Why is this guy full of such things when no one is around?

"I found that the bathroom is too big, more than 20 square meters, which is more than a room of others, and the shower area is also very big. The super big bathtub inside, I think..."

Just when Zhuang Ziqing was so ashamed, he suddenly hugged her whole body.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Zhuang Ziqing died of embarrassment, and struggled twice symbolically.

"I didn't do anything, I just thought we should try everything when we live here!"

After finishing speaking, this guy laughed so shamelessly that he rushed into the bathroom with her in his arms.

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Yang Huan was sitting on the sofa in the entrance hall on the ground floor of No. [-] Hyde Park, crossing his legs, reading the newspaper, and waiting for the car.

After they moved in here yesterday, Yang Huan's car was still at Stamford Bridge.

On the contrary, it was Zhuang Ziqing who left the car at the company and asked the hotel to arrange a special car to take her to work.

Yang Huan was waiting below.

"Hello, sir, please step up!"

Just as she was watching it intently, a cleaning lady came beside her, wearing the uniform of a Mandarin Oriental Hotel waiter.

Yang Huan nodded and stepped aside.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that sitting directly opposite me was a grinning guy in a black suit and white shirt, not to mention how wretched he looked. Judging by his skin color and appearance, he looked a bit like someone from the Middle East.

But Yang Huan didn't think much about it, and continued to read his newspaper.

Yesterday afternoon, Southampton beat Chelsea [-]-[-] away, and newspapers throughout the UK and Europe were full of praise.

Boy, that attitude, made it sound like Southampton were cheating if they didn't win the FA Cup.

Some words are so disgusting that even Yang Huan himself feels embarrassed!
So, the media these days are so unscrupulous!
"Brother, this sister is not bad!"

The grinning guy came up suddenly, laughing.

Yang Huan put down the newspaper and looked over. This guy was still staring at a protruding part of the waitress who was bending over to wipe the table. His obscene eyes were almost drooling.

This guy has never seen a woman in his life, has he?

As for the hunger and thirst?

"Look, how fat you are, you must be good at giving birth. And those legs are quite long, with a lot of flesh, and a very mature figure. You like it just by looking at it, right?"

Yang Huan glanced at the waiter's back, and then at this wretched man who was almost drooling, sweating in his heart.

With this figure, the height is about 1.6 meters, and the weight is at least [-] kilograms. There is so much fat around the waist that it can be cut off to extract oil, and the neck is no longer a double chin, but three chins and four chins.

That's it, is it not bad?

"Taste!" Yang Huan could only nod with a wry smile.

What a weird aesthetic is this?

Seeing this guy, Yang Huan immediately remembered a movie image.

From east to west is Leung Ka Fai in it!

The tone and demeanor are very similar!
Who knew that when the guy heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, as if he was encouraged, he coughed and shouted, "Sister!"

The waitress turned her face, Yang Huan looked at it, and said, darling, this face can be regarded as a crooked melon and a bad date.

"Sister, I live on the ninth floor, please go up and help me clean up when you have time!"

"Okay!" The woman nodded with a smile, and continued.

Yang Huan's face was full of waterfall sweat when he heard it, so he hooked up?

Wait, the ninth floor?
Does this guy live on the ninth floor?
Looking at his appearance, it seems that he is not very old, is he 20 years old?
"Hey, you guessed it, Mr. Yang Huan!"

"You know me?" Yang Huan was a little strange.

The man smiled and flipped through the pile of newspapers, and found a copy of The Times, which contained a photo of Yang Huan.

"Here, I noticed it when I was reading this newspaper just now. I didn't expect that you also lived in this community!"

Yang Huan didn't expect to meet a fan, so he nodded, "You are..."

"My name is too long to remember, just call me by my name, Hamad."

"The Prime Minister of Qatar..."

"Yes, he is my father!" Hamad replied with a smile and nodded.

It sounds like he doesn't have the temperament of the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people. He always laughs and laughs, which makes people feel close.

"After I came to the UK, I found that this place is really good!"

"Really?" Yang Huan felt amused in his heart.

He really wanted to ask, does your father know that you have such a strong taste?
"That's natural. In our country, women wear veils and veils outside, so they can't see clearly. But it's different here. The UK is too open. I like it here!"

Yang Huan almost laughed out loud.

In his eyes, even waiters in uniforms are super sexy.

What if you saw those Japanese ****?
Don't you want nosebleeds?

"Don't get me wrong, I also surf the Internet and use computers in our country. Many of my teachers are invited from Europe. However, what I see on the Internet and on TV will never be as real as this close appreciation!"

Yang Huan smiled dryly, he didn't think that the waitress had anything to admire.

Her skin was dry, her figure was completely out of shape, and the hotel uniform was almost torn, but what could that mean?
"Mr. Yang Huan, I'm so glad to meet you!"

The second-generation official from Qatar said excitedly.

"I'm serious. I've heard of your name before in China. Al Jazeera had a selection before, and you were the undisputed No. [-] when it came to the world's most outstanding rich second generation."

"Really?" Yang Huanxi laughed, why didn't he know this?
It's all ranked first, and there is no trophy, or a bonus, isn't it too stingy?

"Really, I heard that your team is recruiting members. A few friends and I planned to participate, but we didn't get any spots!"

Yang Huan did not expect that he is still the idol of the second generation of officials in Qatar, so proud of him!
Just at this time, Long Wu had already picked up the car, and at the gate, he called Yang Huan.

"Mr. Yang Huan, where are you going?" Hamad also stood up with Yang Huan.

"I have to go back to Southampton!"

When Hamad heard this, he was excited, "Can I visit St. Mary's Stadium and WeChat company?"

Seeing his excitement and being his own fan, it's hard for Yang Huan to say no.

Besides, his father is the Prime Minister of Qatar, so can you not give me face?
But as soon as he agreed, Hamad laughed, "Let's go, I'll take you there, let's stop driving!"

"Don't drive, then..."

Yang Huan would never have imagined that the guy he met would be so superb.

There are many ways to get from London to Southampton without a car.

Such as walking, subway, bus, taxi, and even you can choose to fly.

But the second-generation official from Qatar chose a method that surprised Yang Huan the most.

yacht!

In Canary Wharf, the City of London, Yang Huan saw this luxury yacht, which is said to be No. 12 in the world.

Al Maquib, with a total length of 130 meters, was specially built by a famous German yacht company.

Yang Huan watched Long Wu and the drivers drive the car into the yacht, and smiled wryly.

A year ago, Abramovich went to Southampton on a yacht, but he couldn't find a dock and was forced to stop in Brighton.

Today, the rich second generation of Qatar also chooses to take a yacht.

I really don't understand the thoughts of these rich people!
Is it bad to take a car?
If you take a car, I'm afraid they have already arrived!
"Let's go to Southampton!" Hamad was very excited.

The yacht slowly left the pier, moving slowly in the narrow waterway in London.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a ship to turn around, and there are many yachts docked at Canary Wharf, so the speed is very slow.

When their Al Maquib slowly turned out of one of the waterways and was about to enter a relatively spacious tributary of the Thames River, a larger yacht sailed out from the opposite side, rampaging.

Especially when they saw Al Maquib on the opposite side, they just blew the whistle, refused to give in, and rushed over directly, snatching the waterway.

The opponent's move forced Al Maquib to give way.

But what made the atmosphere even more impressive was that there was a man standing on the top deck of the opposite yacht, who was pointing a big middle finger to this side, which made Hamad annoyed for a while.

"Damn it, who is that? You're so tyrannical, don't you want to kill yourself?"

As he said that, he also gave an order to the captain, "Rush up, run over!"

The captain had a sad face, "Their boat is so much bigger than ours, they can't hit it!"

Hamad could only grit his teeth and stomp his feet angrily as the big ship went away.

"See if I don't build a bigger yacht and kill you!"

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(End of this chapter)