Chapter 311 A bloody romance

In the back garden of Wang Li’s villa in the wealthy area next to Stamford Bridge.

The Bugatti Veyron convertible was parked there. Wang Li walked to the side of the car and patted the body of the car. He pressed the controller with his thumb, and the top cover of the car automatically lifted back and sank into the trunk. He turned his head to look at Rita and smiled at her. He held the door with one hand, exerted force, and jumped into the car. After getting in position, he patted the steering wheel and said, "This is it."

Rita followed behind, twisting her waist, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and walked around the car twice, carefully looking at this full-performance sports car. Her expression seemed to be exactly the same as Wang Hai's at the time. After a while, she raised her head and said excitedly: "This car is really great!"

Then, she walked to the other door, looked carefully, and asked in confusion: "Where is the handle?"

Wang Li smiled at her, picked up the controller and pressed it, and the door opened automatically. He patted the seat next to him and said, "Come up and try it?"

Rita glanced at him, chuckled, turned around and got into the car.

She looked around at the environment inside the car, then stretched her body, which caused the professional suit jacket to rub up, revealing a white waist with no fat at all. Wang Li felt itchy in his heart, and immediately turned his head and kept telling himself not to think too much.

"Have you passed your driver's license test?" At this time, Rita was stunned by Wang Li's actions, looked at him with a slightly puzzled look, and asked by the way.

Wang Li turned his head, smiled, and said, "Yes, I got my driver's license last month."

"Then why don't you drive to training? It's not too close to Chelsea Club here." Rita asked, playing with the seat belt with both hands.

Wang Li waved his hand indifferently and said, "That's what I did for the first two days, but later I felt it was too troublesome, so I might as well run over there."

Hearing Wang Li say this, Rita turned her head to look at him, took off her gold-rimmed glasses and put them in her hand, and said with a smile: "That's right, you are a football player, this can also be regarded as training."

Before Wang Li could reply, Rita's face relaxed, as if she suddenly remembered something. She became serious, took the small bag next to her, unzipped it, took out a stack of folders, handed them to Wang Li, and said, "By the way, this is the contract from Nike. Take a closer look. If there are no problems, sign below."

Hearing the words of the woman in front of him, Wang Li shook his head helplessly. He felt a little amused at the sudden change in tone, but he didn't say much. He just took the document, opened the folder and read it carefully.

This is a draft contract document, but the format is very formal. Obviously, this is not the final contract.

The entire folder had more than 20 pages in total. Wang Li took a quick look and found that most of the text was entangled in various legal provisions. The real content was only on the 3 or 4 pages in the middle. To put it simply, Nike would pay Wang Li at least 6 million US dollars every year. For every additional goal scored in the top European leagues and the Champions League, the fee would increase by 100,000 US dollars in the second year, and for every additional goal scored in the international * season, the fee would increase by 200,000 US dollars in the second year. The World Cup was calculated separately, which required subsequent negotiations.

Wang Li needed to cooperate with Nike's global promotion activities, help Nike with at least three advertising campaigns a year, and the sports brand clothing he wore in public must be Nike products, among other terms.

In short, as long as Wang Li signs this contract, he will no longer have to worry about clothes, shoes and other things in the future. Of course, if he wears clothes of other sports brands in public, it will be considered a breach of contract.

However, this price is indeed very good. If Wang Li maintains his current goal-scoring efficiency and joins the national team, he can get at least 18 million US dollars next year. Even with Wang Li's current worth, this is still a lot of money. You know, David Beckham's annual income is only about 30 million US dollars.

There is no doubt that as long as he signs this contract, plus Wang Li's salary at Chelsea, he will truly become the highest-paid football player in the world.

It seems that this is Nike's bottom line.

Wang Li was extremely satisfied with the contract. He felt a little emotional. Last year, his grandfather Wilbur wanted him to take over an industry worth tens of millions of pounds, but in the blink of an eye, his income had become so high. With the current income level, perhaps it would only take about two years to make tens of millions of pounds.

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After Wang Li finished reading the contract and signed it, Rita returned to her usual expression. This change even made Wang Li a little uncomfortable. He stretched, got up, opened the car door, and said, "Let's go to the room."

Hearing this, Rita's face turned slightly red. She didn't say anything else, but just nodded slightly.

"oops"

When Wang Li opened the door, he heard a scream from behind. He turned around and saw Rita holding her calf with her hands, her mouth full of inhalation sounds. Wang Li frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is your ankle sprained?"

"You sprained your ankle?" Wang Li walked back anxiously and leaned over to take a look. Then he helped her up, held her arm with his hand, and said, "...Why are you so careless? Come into the room first, I'll help you take a look."

However, after helping Rita up, Wang Li felt that this action was a bit awkward, because he clearly felt a softness on his left arm. He couldn't help but look down and saw that the two peaks supported the black professional suit, and a 'Y'-shaped groove appeared in it...

"It's okay, I'd better go to the hospital."

"That's too troublesome. I'll give you a massage and you'll be better tomorrow." Although Wang Li did not learn the medical skills of the Lingjiu Palace, this minor ankle problem was nothing to him. As long as he used his internal force of Xiao Wuxiang Gong to clear the meridians, he would recover soon.

Rita looked at the serious look in the boy's eyes and said, "...Okay then."

In the room, on the sofa.

Rita, sitting on the sofa, blushed as she watched the boy in front of her carefully take off his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of delicate little feet.

Wang Li did not look at anything more, but just sat on the chair, closed his eyes, put his left hand on his ankle, and slowly controlled his internal force to dredge the meridians. At this time, Rita, who was sitting on the sofa, felt a tingling sensation on her feet, and the big hands seemed to have magic, and there was always a warm feeling where they touched, which made people feel very comfortable. Rita couldn't help but close her eyes and lie on the sofa to enjoy this feeling.

Soon, Rita fell asleep...

She had a beautiful dream. In the dream, there was a big black-haired boy. He kept stroking her two seductive breasts from left to right, and his right hand was also stroking slowly downwards. She wanted to stop him, but she felt powerless all over. The feeling that those two hands brought to her also made her intoxicated.

soon……

"Rita? Rita??"

Wang Li patted the shoulder of the woman in front of him, feeling somewhat helpless. After the treatment, he found that the woman had actually fallen asleep.

At this time, Rita was still immersed in the dream, but was awakened by Wang Li's two shouts. She slowly opened her eyes and realized the current situation. Thinking of the dream just now, she blushed, and then saw the puzzled expression of the big boy in front of her. She blamed herself and felt embarrassed. Then, she looked around, picked up her small backpack and stood up, saying, "By the way, I should go."

Wang Li stared blankly at the woman's strange behavior, pointed at her, looked down at her right foot, and said, "Your foot needs to rest for a night before it can fully recover, and... you don't seem to be wearing socks or shoes."

"ah"

Rita suddenly realized the current situation. Before she could do anything, she felt a piercing pain in her ankle, which made her fall forward.

Wang Li reached out his hand helplessly to hold her, but embarrassingly, he felt his right hand touching something soft, and his good sense of touch even made him know that the bulge in the middle of his palm was gradually hardening, which made him feel itchy and embarrassed at the same time.

Of course Rita also felt it. Although those big hands made her feel very comfortable, her heart was tingling and she felt weak all over, but she subconsciously reached out and pushed Wang Li away. However, the weakness in her feet made her body fall towards Wang Li even more.

This time, Wang Li hugged her tightly. What was even more embarrassing was that he found that both of his hands touched an unusually tender part. He couldn't help but pinch it slightly, and heard a moan from the lovely girl in his arms.

This sound also directly ignited the ambiguous atmosphere in the entire room.

The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other, their eyes revealing a look of intense desire.

It was the experienced Wang Li who took the initiative to put his mouth towards those two lips...

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After a fight, Rita fell limply on Wang Li, her fingers constantly drawing circles on his chest, her eyes fixed on the bed sheets, not knowing what she was thinking.

Although what happened today was somewhat unexpected, she had been prepared for this moment. She felt very happy and satisfied. Although the big boy under her already had a girlfriend, at least they were not married yet, right? She always had a chance.

Rita once thought about giving up, but after a period of time, she couldn't help thinking about him. Even if the two of them did not separate, in her opinion, the worst that could happen was that she could have a secret relationship with Wang Li. Even being a mistress was much better than being alone.

Think about it, there are millions of girls all over England who want to spend the night with a big boy, so even this is nothing, right?

And now, his girlfriend has gone to the United States, which means that he may belong to herself for a long time to come. Thinking of this, Rita's mouth curled up and she felt happy in her heart.

Compared to the cheerfulness and optimism of the Ukrainian woman on his body, Wang Li was feeling a little struggled. Holding the softness on his body and looking at the ceiling silently, he was thinking about the relationship between himself and the two women.

Wang Li knew that he liked Rita. This Ukrainian woman had the charm of a mature woman, which was the complete opposite of Angela. She usually wore that black professional suit, which always made Wang Li feel itchy in his heart and wanted to hold her in his arms and have sex with her. Of course, this was just the idea of ​​a normal man.

In fact, Wang Li had a good impression of Rita. After all, Rita was the first woman he had physical contact with since he came into this world. That time, at Ellis's house, the two hugged each other for a whole night, even though it was Wang Li who took the initiative.

Ever since he knew that she liked him, Wang Li felt apologetic. If it were in the Song Dynasty, he would have married her without hesitation. However, this is modern society, and monogamy has been deeply rooted in people's minds. Even though Wang Li wanted to do it very much, he still controlled his behavior because it was too shocking. This was not forcibly restraining himself, but a normal person's rationality.

But now, the two of them still had a relationship.

This might also have something to do with Angela going to the United States. Just now Wang Li was exposed to the beauty between men and women, and he couldn't help but do this kind of thing. He even thought about going to hang out with his teammates. Of course, that was just a temporary impulse.

"Why can't I resist the temptation?" Wang Li secretly blamed himself.

At this time, Rita, who was lying on Wang Li, slowly raised her head, looked at Wang Li with a springy expression, then leaned over and extended her tongue. This made Wang Li feel full again. He unconsciously stretched out his tongue and touched it, feeling the warmth of the lovely girl in his arms, and his hands became dishonest.

No matter what, let's solve the problem at hand first.

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After a ridiculous night in the villa, Wang Li went to the club's daily training the next day with a shaky mind. Of course, unlike the previous few days, he came very late today, and arrived at the first-team training ground at nearly 10 o'clock.

This surprised Wayne Bridge, who was already in training. He looked at Wang Li and asked in confusion, "Alan, is Princess Anne back?"

"Huh? Nothing, I just got up a little late today."

"Really?" Bridget looked at him suspiciously, staring at the expression on his face carefully, and said with a lewd look: "Alan, did you stay overnight at a female fan's house last night?"

"Shit, no, I just got up late today." Wang Li said angrily. It was the first time he realized that having a friend who knew him well was not all good.

After being scolded by Wang Li, Bridget said with a droopy head: "Hey, I want you to introduce a few to me."

"Don't you only love Furtado?"

"But men have to satisfy their physiological needs, but she has been in Portugal..." Bridge's face was full of helplessness.

However, Wang Li felt very happy to hear this. Angela was in the United States, and "this is just a solution to the need for victory." But this idea still made him feel a little guilty towards Rita, but he did not show this feeling on his face. He just said with contempt: "If you want to find a woman, just say it directly. Why are you making so many excuses?" After that, he turned and walked towards the training ground.

Bridget stared at Wang Li's back for a long time in confusion, then shook his head and thought: "What happened to him today?"

There was nothing unusual in today's training. It was just some physical training under the leadership of Coach Clark. But what was unusual was that Mr. Mourinho stood on the sidelines.

As Chelsea continues to win every game in the league, the pressure on the club has actually increased, because they don't know when they will fail and whether they are ready to face failure.

Even the head coach Mr. Jose Mourinho is like this.

Even the Portuguese did not expect Chelsea's results this season to be so good and all the games went exceptionally smoothly. However, as a responsible and capable head coach, Mr. Mourinho knows that perhaps an occasional failure would be more beneficial to the team's development.

But unfortunately, this idea has never been realized. No matter what, as long as it is a Premier League or Champions League game, Chelsea will definitely strive for victory. In the League Cup, Mourinho always fielded a substitute lineup, but the result was always victory, which made him feel that God was helping him.

Failure is not terrible, as long as it is lost in unimportant games, it will be better for the team. If you keep winning like this, you can imagine how much pressure the team will be under on the eve of a game like the Champions League final.

Mr. Mourinho doesn't want this to happen. As for the record of consecutive wins, it is completely worthless.

Standing on the sidelines, the Portuguese watched the players' training and thought a lot, but in the end it was all for the team's results. 'Quadruple crown, is it really possible?'

Even though the Portuguese has a big heart, when he heard the chairman mention this goal, he still felt it was a fantasy. However, when comparing it with Chelsea's current results, he felt it was natural. This contradictory feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"How do you think we should play the next game?" With his mind a little confused, Mr. Mourinho turned and asked the team's assistant coach Clark.

Clark turned his head in confusion, looking at the Portuguese man with a blank expression, and said uncertainly: "It should be rotated. We already have 12 points in the Champions League..."

Mourinho shook his head, looked up at the players on the field, and said: "Maybe we should give those young players some opportunities. This kind of international competition will be very helpful for their future."

"You mean using the game to train young players?"

"Yes." Mourinho pointed at the players on the field and said, "It doesn't matter whether we win or lose this game. I just hope they have less pressure."

Clark pursed his lips and thought for a while, then he sighed deeply and said, "Maybe you are right, sir. I also feel that the pressure is too great now."

"It just gives those French guys an advantage." Mourinho said somewhat unwillingly.

Hearing Mourinho say this, Mr. Clark smiled and said: "Even so, they may not be able to take away 3 points."

This time, Mourinho laughed and said, "That's true."

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