Chapter 131
Cristiano informed Mendes of his new address. Mendes was a little surprised, but more delighted.
"It can't be better than this!" Mendes said on the phone, "I was originally planning to contact Sir Alex Ferguson tomorrow afternoon, hoping to find a partner who can live with you. I didn't expect you have already found one!"
Cristiano curled his lips. To be honest, he didn't expect that he could solve this problem today. He thought he would at least have to stay in a hotel for one night.
He looked at Ferdinand who was changing the puppy's water bowl in the living room, scratched the back of his head, and said to Mendes, "Help me contact the decoration company during the day tomorrow. I will move back when the decoration is completed."
Before Mendes could answer, Ferdinand heard Cristiano's words and immediately said, "Don't be so anxious. Wait until the fans' emotions have calmed down this season before you move out. Do you still want to be smashed?"
Mendes echoed on the other end of the phone: "Cristiano, I have to agree with your new roommate, he is right."
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"You can stay here as long as you want, Ronnie. You see, this place is big enough for you to stay. You won't disturb me, and I won't interfere with your space too much." Ferdinand said again.
"I don't care about the space, Leo, I just..." Cristiano retorted, but he didn't say anything more. He met Ferdinand's eyes and saw the persistence and concern in them. He couldn't say anything more. He paused. After two seconds of silence, he turned to Mendes and said, "Okay, I know, Jorge, but you have to fill the hole outside my house."
Mendes smiled and agreed on the other end of the phone, then gave the boy a few brief instructions before hanging up.
Ferdinand knew that Cristiano had compromised. He raised his chin with satisfaction, stretched out his arm, picked up his puppy, and scratched the puppy's chin. The puppy made a purring sound that was very comfortable.
"Do you want to take a shower, Ronnie?" Ferdinand asked Cristiano. If he wanted to take a shower, he would have to turn on the water heater, which would take some time to heat up.
As soon as he finished speaking, the puppy that was enjoying being tickled in his hand suddenly jumped out quickly, and Cristiano subconsciously looked back.
Ferdinand was stunned for a second, then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"It seems your little Ronnie doesn't like taking a bath." Cristiano grinned and teased, "But I have to take one."
Ferdinand touched the tip of his nose, stood up and took Cristiano to turn on the electric water heater: "Pay attention here, the green light means it's ready, and now it's orange, which means it's heating."
Cristiano nodded and took note.
"It will take some time to boil the water. I will take you to your room first." Ferdinand beckoned the boy to follow.
The bedrooms are all on the second floor, and the master bedroom and the guest room are opposite each other. Ferdinand opened the door of the guest room. Although this room is basically of no use, it is still kept clean. Even the quilt cover was newly changed when the cleaner came to clean two days ago.
Cristiano officially checked in with his two large bags.
"Great, Leo, I like it here." Cristiano was very satisfied with his temporary residence.
Ferdinand raised the corner of his mouth, and he took the boy on a brief tour of other rooms. There was a gym and a game room, and there was also a huge movie screen in the living room.
Cristiano noticed that Ferdinand was watching My Fair Lady.
He blinked at Ferdinand. His new roommate felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He coughed and closed the curtain: "Go take a shower and don't worry about what adults like to watch."
"I thought you liked watching movies like Die Hard." Cristiano grinned and ran into the bathroom quickly.
Ferdinand threw a small stuffed toy of Ronnie at Cristiano's back.
Cristiano had an unexpectedly good rest this time. He didn't even feel uneasy or shaky as he had just arrived. Or maybe he was too tired and he slept very deeply.
When he woke up, he noticed that there were a series of missed calls on his phone, more than a dozen of which were from Kaka, and six or seven from Dolores and his brothers and sisters. Simeone and Bosco also called twice. His text messages were even more overwhelming, including the national team group, private chats with Figo and Costa, Quaresma...
Cristiano woke up instantly, jumped out of bed, and was about to call Kaka back when Sir Ferguson called.
"Boss?" Cristiano had no choice but to answer the phone first.
"I heard about the situation. Mendes contacted me and said he would arrange two more bodyguards to accompany you. I agreed." Ferguson suppressed his anger on the other end of the phone. He pursed his lips and asked, "How are you now? Are you with Leo? Don't act alone."
Cristiano agreed repeatedly.
"I told you a long time ago that we should install a surveillance camera. Damn the English, they don't allow this or that..." Ferguson gritted his teeth in anger when he thought of those radical fans who smashed Cristiano's house and were still at large.
He had suggested to Cristiano that he install a surveillance camera earlier, but later gave up because the neighbors thought it interfered with their personal privacy.
"Okay Ronnie, I have nothing to say. I know you must be very angry and upset now, but believe me, this will not affect our arrangements for you. You are still an important figure in our relationship. Focus on football, my child, and leave everything else to your agent." Ferguson said on the phone.
As soon as he knew that Cristiano's house was smashed, he received a meeting notice from the club's top management.
Those who manage the finances are once again beginning to waver in their decision to keep Cristiano at the club, believing that Cristiano will affect the relationship between the club and the fans, and further affect their financial report results this year.
Ferguson talked with the group for the whole morning and almost scolded everyone.
Of course, he won in the end.
Ferguson is like an old lion leader returning victoriously, and Cristiano is his child, the next lion group successor he values.
Cristiano responded, and he whispered: "Thank you, Boss, I know this is not easy, I will prove it for you."
Ferguson paused on the other end of the phone, but quickly said, "It's not easy, Ronnie, but you don't need to prove anything to me, because I've already seen it. But we can continue to make a bet, or the number of goals this season, more than 30, 500 pounds?"
Ferguson intended to divert Cristiano's attention. He didn't want the boy to be influenced by those damn fans all the time. His Ronnie belonged to football.
Cristiano laughed: "Okay, you won't default on your pound debt."
"...little bastard." Ferguson touched his hair subconsciously and cursed with a smile.
After the two ended their conversation, Cristiano quickly called Kaka.
The phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up. Cristiano heard Kaka's panting voice coming from the microphone. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said to ease the atmosphere: "You didn't answer for so long, I almost thought you flew over directly."
"I was almost on my way to the airport this morning." Kaka's voice was so low and almost without any ups and downs on the other end of the phone.
He stood on the training ground, clutching his phone tightly, sweat dripping down his jaw. He stared at the water cup on the lounge chair in front of him with calm eyes.
Tonight's game is their home game, and he was pushed back by Mendes on the way to the airport.
Mendes has been here all this time, responsible for negotiating various business cooperation and the scope of use of image rights with the club, etc. The talks between the two sides were not very smooth.
Kaka thought, if only Mendes was with Cristiano, at least his lover would not be alone when these accidents happened early this morning.
Cristiano paused when he heard Kaka's words. He took three seconds to make sure that Kaka was not joking.
"I can't get through to you, Cris." Kaka pursed his lips. He couldn't tell Cristiano his fear, he could only suppress it in his throat.
Nesta and Shevchenko noticed Kaka's abnormality early on. Their Prince of San Siro was absent-minded, as if only a shell of his body was left here. Combined with the sports news gossip that was popping up everywhere early in the morning - "Portuguese superstar suffered revenge from fans, his mansion smashed in the middle of the night" - they all knew where the problem lay.
If Nesta hadn't reminded him that they had a common agent and Mendes should at least know more, he might have really been on the plane.
Mendes really knew much more than his boyfriend, and Mendes was even the first person Cristiano called.
Kaka wondered in his heart, was it because in the last life when they were apart, the only person Cristiano could rely on and seek help from was Mendes instead of him, so the uneasiness and anxiety he was experiencing now were all the bitter fruits he sowed in the last life?
Or maybe this is what his lover once tasted, and now... God is fair.
If he had ever given Cristiano enough sense of security, if he had ever been trustworthy enough - he knew there were no ifs.
He was breathing heavily, and Cristiano on the other end of the line could hear it.
Cristiano rolled up the bed sheet and held it in his arms, resting his chin on the soft bed sheet, and whispered, "I'm too tired, I slept too soundly, I didn't hear the phone call..."
"Don't worry about me. This is just another coincidence. I have experience." Cristiano added, "Besides, Leo, Gary, Alan and Wazza are here too. To be honest, this is much better than before. I'm fine, Kaka, really."
Great, even friends rushed there when such an accident happened, but he was not there, Kaka pursed his lips.
"It happened in the early morning. I didn't want to call you in the middle of the night and affect your condition for today's game. Besides, even Mendes couldn't help me. I just wanted to let him know how to deal with the media later... I'm staying at Rio's place now. We will go to the training ground together and come back together. Everything will be safe..."
He guessed his lover must be very angry right now, Cristiano thought.
Kaka listened to Cristiano's soft and nagging voice on the other end of the phone, and his restless heart gradually calmed down. He slowly spoke and interrupted Cristiano's words - he knew that these were not problems that could be solved.
"I really want you to stay in my sight forever, Cristiano," he said, his eyes heavy.
Cristiano paused.
The phone was silent for several seconds before Cristiano said, "I won't always be in your sight, but I will always be in your world, Kaka, you have me, I promise you that."
Kaka's heart tightened slightly when he heard that. His eyes quickly became moist and he closed them tightly.
Cristiano is in his world. He owns him.
He murmured, "Forever, Cris, you have to add this deadline."
"Okay Kaka." Cristiano laughed, and repeated it in a light voice, as if coaxing a child asking for candy, "I will always be in your world, Kaka."
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