[Football] In the name of the team doctor

Lin Wei opened the door. Sure enough, Chris was standing outside. He was wearing a baseball cap and carrying a bag in his hand. He really didn't look like he was going to return to the team, but rather that he was going to travel.

The person who couldn't wait before opening the door became calm and self-possessed for a second after opening the door. Lin Wei turned to the side and let his boyfriend into the room.

Lin Wei closed the door and said casually, "I flew from Miami to Los Angeles but didn't return to the team. Does the head coach know about this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into a familiar generous embrace. Chris hugged him too tightly, which made him a little uncomfortable: "Baby, happy birthday."

"Thank you." Lin Wei raised his head and exchanged a lingering deep kiss with him, chasing each other's lips and tongue full of desire, both sides refused to give in to each other, trying their best to seize the initiative.

Chris originally planned to meet Lin Wei at the hotel today, say happy birthday to him, give him the gift prepared for him, and then he left.

Ricky is still waiting for him in the garage, and then they will go straight to the airport.

However, Lin Wei's reaction today made him a little reluctant to let go, so he decided to change the itinerary a little bit on the spur of the moment.

Lin Wei bit his lips moderately to call back his attention: "It's not good to be distracted at this time."

Chris licked the place where he had bitten, and even tasted a fishy sweetness.He raised the box in his hand: "Birthday present, do you want to see it?"

"I'm not free now." Lin Wei took the bag and put it on the table beside him without looking at it. He moved his hand to the other's waist, picked up his T-shirt and lifted it up. "Look at it slowly."

Ricky was a little restless in the garage. He made an appointment for half an hour, and his boss hadn't come down for almost 10 minutes since he went upstairs. Could it be that he was caught by the head coach?

So he called Chris, and it took a long time for someone to answer the call. However, the person who answered the call was not his boss, but Lin Wei's voice, which was trying to keep calm but felt a little breathless no matter what he heard:' What's wrong? '

"..." Ricky thought he had made a wrong call, and took a look at the screen in front of his eyes. There was no mistake, he was calling Chris's number, "Is Cris next to you now?"

"Hmm..." It was a light and short monosyllable, but there was an indescribably weird feeling in my ears.

"Tell him to get down quickly, the plane will take off in an hour and a half, and it will be too late if we don't take off."

The knuckles holding the bed sheets turned white from the force. When Lin Wei heard "the plane will take off in an hour and a half", he suddenly raised his head from the soft pillow: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to Madrid, didn't he tell you?" The old assistant looked puzzled. Lin Wei didn't know his boss' schedule. Turned off halfway?

"Wait for me another 10 minutes." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became his boss, and before he could react, the phone was hung up.

Ricky frowned and reacted for three seconds before realizing what the two of them were doing.

"Why do you want to go back to Madrid all of a sudden? Didn't you say you can participate in the last preseason game?" Lin Wei raised his upper body and asked, holding Chris's face.

The president seemed very dissatisfied with his distraction, and pushed him back into the pillow again: "You can spare a few minutes to pay attention to the news reports related to your boyfriend."

Fifteen minutes later, his boyfriend was fully dressed and sat back on the bed.Lin Wei is really sensitive, half an hour is enough for him to spread out on the bed so tired that he doesn't even bother to move his fingers.

Chris touched his head and made fun of him: "I can only hold on for half an hour, and I'm still not convinced."

Lin Wei raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then turned his head to the other side, but kept holding his hand, refusing to let go.

"I'm leaving, Ricky is still waiting for me in the garage." Chris wanted to pull out his hand, but he couldn't pull it out twice.

He leaned down and kissed Lin Wei's hair: "I'll send you a message on the plane later."

"..."

"I had really important things to go back to Madrid, and the Spanish tax authorities accused me of having tax problems of at least 1400 million euros."

Hearing the tax issue, Lin Wei sat up as soon as he turned over, and blinked in doubt before realizing that 1400 million euros is not a small sum: "When did you tell me what happened?"

"I'll tell you when I get home, I'm leaving first."

Watching Chris put on his hat, open the door and go out.Lin Wei picked up the T-shirt and shorts that had been thrown on the carpet just now and put them on casually. He came to the table and was about to pick up his mobile phone, but saw the birthday present from his boyfriend.

Inside the bag was a beautiful rectangular velvet box. Before opening it, Lin Wei thought it was a necklace, but when he opened it, he found it was a pen.

The hexagonal pen body is decorated with Gothic windows on each side, with iris and rose decorations, and inlaid with diamonds and red and green gemstones as decorations, showing the artistic beauty of Gothic architecture in every inch.

Lin Wei turned his head and glanced at the fountain pen that he had been using for many years lying quietly on the table, and suddenly found that a certain boss's observation skills were really meticulous.

Putting down his pen and picking up his phone, he noticed that the news in the past two days was all about the tax issues of Portuguese superstars from 2011 to 2014. In fact, the Spanish tax department had already launched an investigation into this incident and filed a lawsuit in court , and Chris's return to Madrid this time is also preparing for the upcoming trial of the case.

At night, Lin Wei thought that Chris was not in the mood to chat with him, but unexpectedly, he still received a message from someone on the plane: "Look at your instagram."

This app has been on Lin Wei's phone for so many years, and it has been used so infrequently that it is recommended to uninstall it. I didn't expect that the number of times I opened it today almost caught up with the sum of the past six months.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Lin Wei was taken aback by the surge in likes, comments, and fans the moment he clicked on the backstage.

The two dynamics he posted today have already exceeded [-] likes and comments, especially the second one. The number of likes is about to exceed six figures, and the trending search is already very high.

Clicking on the comments was like opening the door to a new world. Almost all the fans who left him messages were brought by his boyfriend, especially some female fans. He couldn't even understand the ones with the most likes.

"Wow, is little V sprinkling sugar?"

"My male god and little V really match well!"

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm getting real."

"..."

How can Lin Wei sit still? He wished he could ask Zidane for leave now, and then fly back to Madrid with his boyfriend. However, this impulsive idea was denied by himself before he had time to think about it. First of all, he had no reason Ask Zidane for leave. Secondly, Zidane will not agree. Finally, he is not a lawyer and does not understand auditing and taxation. He will not be of much help when he goes back.

Lin Wei stayed in the United States for a week because of this incident, even if he stood on the sidelines and watched Real Madrid lose all three International Champions Cup matches against Manchester United, Manchester City and Barcelona.

The team either goes to Microsoft or Facebook or other places to participate in activities every day, or receives celebrities from all walks of life to visit the team at the training base and hotels. The annual North American preseason tour is still secondary, and business activities are the real purpose.

Finally on July 7th, the club

The club returned to Madrid after the North American trip.

When Wei Lin got home, Chris was in the living room discussing his court appearance with his team.In addition to Ricky and Mendes, a team of lawyers, public relations and financial consultants sat on the sofa.

Lin Wei stood in the corner and listened to their discussion for a while, then he had a general understanding of the whole story.All players who play in La Liga know that once they are entangled by the Spanish tax department, it must be a very troublesome thing.Not long ago, Barcelona's leading star just experienced the same experience as Chris.

The lawyer said that now Chris has two options, one is to refuse to plead guilty, but if convicted, he may face 15 years in prison and a huge fine of 7500 million euros.Money is a small matter to the CEO, but a prison sentence would be devastating to his career, reputation and current business activities.

But the matter is not so serious, because the purpose of the Spanish tax department is not to let Chris go to jail, they just want money.

The second option is to plead guilty. Chris needs to pay a fine of 2800 million euros and imprisonment for less than 2 years, but he does not need to go to prison, but only executes outside prison.

Previously, the club king was accused of tax evasion and chose the second way, and finally paid 500 million euros in taxes, plus 1 year and 9 months in prison, and executed outside prison.

When Chris heard the second choice, especially when Messi also made this choice, his face was obviously impatient, even angry.Maybe it's okay to let him spend money to stop the disaster, but it would be a shame for him to admit something he never did.

The lawyer obviously also noticed his increasingly ugly face, but he still bit the bullet and expressed his suggestion: "Not only Messi, many players have made the second choice, including your two teammates and your ex. Team-mates, and many La Liga players. So, I think the best option for us at the moment is to plead guilty and pay the fine."

Chris hadn't spoken yet, and the public relations department was the first to express objection, because once he pleaded guilty, it would have a huge impact on cr7's personal image, commercial sponsorship, and subsequent cooperation with sponsors.

Chris finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said three words coldly: "I don't recognize it."

So everyone present fell silent, and even the sound of typing on the keyboard of the laptop stopped.At this moment, everyone is slandering, how can this domineering president be so confused about a problem that can be solved with a little money.

The meeting was deadlocked, and the boss sat on the spot without saying a word, his face becoming more and more gloomy.No one dared to express any further opinions, so Mendes had no choice but to stand up, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and said: "It's getting late, I'm here today, everyone go back and rest first, and discuss the next step tomorrow."