Chapter 140 Wang Li’s New Image (2)

It can be seen that Mr. Melgellan is very professional. After taking a photo of Wang Li, he walked into the workshop with two assistants and began to conduct targeted research. It was not until more than half an hour later that one of his assistants came out and politely invited Wang Li in. It seemed that he was planning to "transform" Wang Li's hairstyle.

More than an hour later, Wang Li finally came out. His spiky long hair had changed completely. There was a patch of black hair in the middle that stood up straight, just like Beckham's Moganshi, and there was sparse, half-upright hair in front of his forehead. This hairstyle matched Wang Li's face very well, highlighting his handsome face and seeming to cover up his childish temperament due to his age. As soon as he walked out of the room, he attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Several Portuguese girls sitting in the corner winked at him.

Wang Li was also very satisfied with this hairstyle, but he was still shocked by those bold girls. He hurriedly walked to Rooney and sat down, "Wayne, it's your turn."

At this time, Rooney was staring at Wang Li's new look in a daze. After hearing what he said, he quickly said, "Forget it, let's go, otherwise Colleen and the others will be waiting anxiously."

"It's not time yet. It's only one o'clock." Wang Li replied doubtfully.

Before Wang Li could sit down, Rooney urged again: "Let's go quickly. We can do this kind of thing at any time. It will be bad if we are late." Then he pulled Wang Li and walked towards the door.

"But I haven't paid the bill yet."

"It's okay. You don't have to pay directly here. If you have time, just transfer it." Beckham looked at Rooney's behavior, smiled, pursed his lips and said, "We will also mail your custom-made clothes to you."

Wang Li was stunned for a moment before he nodded in understanding. Come to think of it, those who can come here to consume are definitely people of status and position. They will not affect their reputation for that little bit of money, so this kind of company does not worry about someone defaulting on their debts.

Finally, at Rooney's urging, the three of them walked out.

In fact, Rooney didn't want to design an image, but after seeing Wang Li's appearance, he knew that with his own qualifications, no matter how he designed, he could not surpass him. He didn't want to be a supporting role, so he urged the others to leave quickly, because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist and try...

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At the entrance of Columbus store, the few people met again.

"David, you're back. How was your shopping?" Although Victoria was talking to Beckham, her eyes were always on Wang Li who was following behind him. At this time, Wang Li's new hairstyle was indeed eye-catching.

"Alan, I can't believe you're so handsome." Colleen didn't care and walked directly to Wang Li, holding his arm, and praised him with enjoyment: "Rita, you really have good taste!"

After hearing his words, Rita's face immediately turned red. "I'm just his agent." She defended helplessly.

"Oh, I know this, 'He's just my agent', Alan said the same thing yesterday." Rooney made a weird tone at the right time, causing everyone to laugh.

In fact, Wang Li and Rita don’t communicate much on weekdays, and they have rarely talked recently, but they both enjoy this ambiguity in their hearts. Although they have not been able to break through the window paper, they both know that the other likes them in their hearts.

However, Angela's appearance made Wang Li feel a little torn and made Rita feel very uneasy.

In fact, when Wang Li was alone and quiet, he also thought about his own affairs. He was reluctant to give up Angela and get along well with Rita, and he was also reluctant to give up Rita. In the end, he still had nothing except being a virgin.

Perhaps, this is another kind of sadness of a philandering man, but we can't blame him. You know, in the Song Dynasty, it was very common for men to have three wives and four concubines...

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As time went by, it was February 16th in a blink of an eye. After finishing his daily training, Wang Li looked at the time and planned to go to the airport to pick up Angela after lunch. Although he was still hesitant about the matter between the two women, in Wang Li's heart, he would never give up Angela. After all, this little princess of the English royal family was indeed very beautiful and very good to him.

At this time, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang. Wang Li looked at the display, smiled and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Annie, what time does the plane arrive in Lisbon?"

"Alan, I'm sorry, I can't go today." Angela said a little disappointedly on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I don't know who spread the news that I was going to Portugal, and now those nasty government officials seem to know about it. I don't want to go there to deal with them, so I want to wait a few days before going."

"Oh, okay then." For the first time, Wang Li felt that finding a girlfriend of such a noble status was still a very troublesome thing.

"Have you missed me recently?" Angela's gentle voice came from the phone. The sweet feeling made Wang Li feel numb all over.

"Of course, I dreamed about you last night."

"Really? What did you dream about me? Don't let your imagination run wild, or I'll let Uncle Cole teach you a lesson."

"Nothing, we're just going together..."

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After talking on the phone with Angela for a long time and learning that she would not be coming today, Wang Li felt a lot more relaxed for some reason. He took a shower, changed his clothes, said hello to his teammates, and then walked out of the locker room.

Originally, Wang Li wanted to eat some nutritious meals from the club and then go directly to the airport, but now that he had time, of course he had to have a good meal. He didn't want to abuse his appetite. You know, with the internal martial arts skills he practiced, those nutritious meals had no effect on him except reducing his appetite.

However, as soon as he walked out of the Guangming Stadium, he was stuck by several reporters. During his private time, Wang Li didn't want anyone to disturb his daily life, so he ignored those reporters and walked forward quickly.

But he obviously underestimated the "professional ethics" and the spirit of perseverance of these reporters. They almost ran to catch up with Wang Li. One reporter even had the spare time to put the microphone to his mouth, "Mr. Allen, are you confident about tomorrow's game?"

"Very confident." Wang Li blurted out without even thinking. Come to think of it, facing the French team, he directly said 'we must win', not to mention the Swiss team that has not changed.

"In the last game, you helped England score the winning goal in the final minutes. So, will Mr. Eriksson let you start in tomorrow's game?"

"Maybe, I don't know, it's all up to the boss to decide."

"So who do you think will win tomorrow's game, Russia or Portugal?" The reporter obviously wanted to hype up the 'Prophet Emperor', but his expectations were doomed to fail.

"I said, it was just luck before. Please don't follow me, okay? This is private time, I'm going to have lunch." Wang Li couldn't stand the annoying reporter's questions ringing in his ears anymore. He stopped and yelled, then walked forward again.

The reporter was startled, and when he realized what was happening, he immediately became angry. "It's just a goal by luck, what a big deal, English people are so rude." He straightened his clothes and looked at Wang Li's back. "See, I'll make you regret it."

This is the number two reporter of Portugal's Lusa News Agency - Kurilte **Sandro. He got to his current position by making fun of and mocking the players. In Portugal, fans may not know this name, but players in various clubs know very well that a bite from Kurilte will hurt for at least half a year, so Kurilte has been blacklisted by most Portuguese clubs, but he still enjoys doing this kind of thing.

So, maybe tomorrow Wang Li will become the protagonist of the "News Agency Newspaper", of course, he will be on the front page as a negative example.