Chapter 190 Charlene is missing

I had a good sleep and when I woke up in the morning, the sky was clear.

The sky is blue, without a single cloud.

The golden sunlight shines unscrupulously, as if coating everything in sight with a layer of golden light film.

It rained yesterday and it cleared up today. The weather in England is really weird.

But after living here for a long time, I got used to it.

"You're awake."

When Yang Huan came downstairs, Zhang Ning had been busy in the kitchen for a long time.

Wearing an apron and pajamas, she looks like a good wife and mother.

But for some reason, an idea emerged in Yang Huan's mind.

In Japanese love action movies, the kitchen is also a very exciting battlefield.

The thought made him laugh.

Zhang Ning's face flushed instantly and she spat, "Pervert, your head is full of perverted thoughts so early in the morning!"

Doesn’t she understand this man’s little thoughts?

Yang Huan was depressed. "I say, isn't this normal? What man wouldn't have evil thoughts when seeing a beautiful woman?"

At the end, he added, "Unless there is something wrong with this man."

But thinking about it carefully, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him.

There are many beautiful women around him, but he has no idea when he will be able to say goodbye to his virginity.

Although there is only one word difference between a virgin and a man, the difference is huge.

The most basic point is that men always look down on virgins with disdain.

And virgins can only look up at men sadly forever.

Zhang Ning's scolding was largely just a pretense. She had been with Yang Huan for so long, how could she not understand Yang Huan's character? She was just flirting with him and making eyes to get something for free.

He is just as he says, romantic but not vulgar.

"Time for breakfast." Zhang Ning brought out the breakfast he had carefully prepared.

Yang Huan gulped down the milk in one breath and ate two pieces of toast. That was all for his breakfast.

"When are you planning to go to London today?" Yang Huan asked casually.

"I went there in the morning. I made an appointment with Huang Ying to go shopping at noon."

Huang Ying has now started working at Foster + Partners in London as an assistant to Norman Foster.

"Oh, by the way, Yoona is going too."

Yang Huan said "Oh", he was a little confused. Didn't they say that three women make a play?

Also, isn’t it said that women are selfish and want to possess the men they like?

It’s fine that Zhang Ning and Huang Ying are so close, but why is it that even Yoona has a good relationship with them?

"What about you?" Zhang Ning asked.

"I'm going to Staplewood later, and I'll have to ask Sun Yue to receive Liu Mingwei and the others."

This Fatty Liu really does what he says.

When he was at the Hai Tian Feast, he said he wanted to organize some fans to come to the UK to watch the game live.

As a result, as soon as Southampton reached the FA Cup final, he immediately called Yang Huan and asked Yang Huan to help get some tickets.

Are you kidding? Yang Huan is the owner of Southampton. Is he afraid of not having tickets?

So Fatty Liu organized a group of more than 200 wealthy football fans and went to London together.

This is a football tour!

"By the way, when you go out later, take Long Sansan with you."

Long Sansan is one of the bodyguards that Yang Huan asked Long Wu to hire.

Although he has retired from the Dragon Group, he still chooses to continue using the Dragon Group code name.

"Why?" Zhang Ning was a little surprised.

Yang Huan laughed, "You three beauties are shopping, and Long Sansan is here to help you chase away those crazy lovers."

As he said this, Yang Huan turned around and shouted, "Old Five!"

Long Wuyi appeared in the blink of an eye, "Master."

"Call Long Sansan."

Long Wu pressed the buttons on his ears a few times, and soon the door opened, and Long Sansan, who was in his thirties, walked in.

"Master, you called me?"

"Yes." Yang Huan nodded, "You can drive the young mistress to London for shopping later."

When Zhang Ning heard Yang Huan calling her Madam, she suddenly felt shy and happy, and her face turned so red that it seemed as if water was oozing out of it.

Those bright watery eyes stared at Yang Huan, as if to ignite him.

"I'm telling you, you have to keep a close eye on us when we get to London. If anything happens to the three young ladies, I'll hold you responsible!"

Three young ladies?

Zhang Ning immediately threw the sanitary eye at him, hoping to kill him.

Isn’t this guy too greedy?

One or two aren't enough, you need three?

However, it's just a verbal advantage.

Therefore, Zhang Ning could only protest with his eyes.

But this kind of eye protest is harmless.

With Yang Huan being so thick-skinned, how could he possibly care?

"Don't worry, Master. I know what to do."

"Well, you decide for yourself. If you meet someone who doesn't know what's good for you and wants to take advantage of the opportunity to flirt with a pretty girl, just throw him out. If he continues to pester you, beat him up. It doesn't matter if he breaks his hands or feet. If anything goes wrong, it's my fault!"

Zhang Ning immediately chuckled, "Do you think that everyone else is like you?"

"If only everyone else was like me, so polite, so gentlemanly, and so restrained in front of a beautiful woman like you, then I wouldn't have to worry."

Zhang Ning burst into giggles.

This guy is so shameless. He praises himself so much. Does he still have any shame?

He is so polite and gentlemanly. Who is the one who would take advantage of others for no reason?

"I understand, young master!" Long Sansan nodded in agreement very seriously.

As soon as he made the promise, Yang Huan knew that unless he died, he would never allow anyone to offend Zhang Ning's three daughters.

"Okay, go get ready too."

"Okay, young master!" Long Sansan nodded and went out.

Zhang Ning knew in her heart that Yang Huan was exaggerating, but in fact he cared about them very much.

"Okay, stop using those eyes of yours to whore me. If you do that again, I'll charge you!"

Zhang Ning burst out laughing, and the warm feeling in his heart suddenly turned into anger.

This guy is always like this. Can’t he keep this warmth a little longer?

She knew that Yang Huan was not a man who liked to watch cheesy idol dramas. On the contrary, he was a bit chauvinistic.

What he admires is the kind of man who is decisive and ruthless, and who can make women intoxicated and throw themselves into his arms.

That kind of passionate, tender and sweet affection is not his style.

If you follow him, you have to obey him.

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There was a strange atmosphere in the Southern Echo headquarters office.

Since last night, the newspaper's top reporter Zhang Ning has been out of contact.

The phone call was unresolved and the person was nowhere to be found.

At first everyone thought that the phone was out of battery and would be back soon.

After all, it was agreed before that she would write today's front-page headline.

But who would have thought, after waiting for so long, by evening, as the deadline for finalizing the manuscript approached, she was still nowhere to be seen.

This made Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the Southern Echo, a little uneasy.

We immediately arranged for someone to check on her rental house, but found out that she had never been back there.

Where the hell is Charlene Lahiri?

Could something unexpected have happened?

These two issues created this weird atmosphere in the office.

Some people are secretly happy, some are worried, some are gloating, and some are indifferent.

The Southern Echo this morning published an interview they had yesterday afternoon at Southampton's Staplewood training base. Although Charlene Lahri's name was still signed, the article had nothing to do with her.

Even so, the morning edition of the Southern Echo was still sold out.

In Southampton, any news related to the Saints can boost sales.

Not to mention the current tense moment when a war is imminent.

But what troubled Lewis was that at the critical moment, his number one general disappeared.

Knock knock~

"Come in!"

Following Lewis's voice, the male photographer who accompanied Charlene Lahiri to Staplewood yesterday afternoon pushed the door and walked in.

"Editor-in-chief, I went to Xia Lin's house again and rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered. I specifically asked the security guards outside the gate, and they all said that they didn't see Xia Lin driving home last night."

Lewis looked worried when he heard this.

After graduating from university, Charlene Laheri came to Southampton and joined the Southern Echo. She quickly demonstrated her work ability and keen sense of news. She never does things in a half-hearted way.

Unless something happened to her.

"Editor-in-Chief, will something go wrong?"

Lewis was also worried about this, but the question was, what could happen?

A football reporter is not a big deal. She just went to interview the players yesterday afternoon. What could go wrong?

And even if we call the police, it hasn't been 24 hours yet. How can the police help us file a case?

"Wait!" Lewis suddenly remembered a question.

"Who did you say she was going to interview yesterday afternoon?"

"Ravel Morrison," the male photographer replied.

"We have interviewed everyone but missed him. Charlene thinks he is a Manchester United youth player who has joined the Red Devils since he was seven years old, so she wants to interview him and give readers some interesting content."

Lewis agreed with Charlene's judgment.

In fact, a reader asked this morning why there was no interview with Ravel Morrison?

Is this former Manchester United youth player unwilling to support Southampton?

"What about Ravel Morrison?"

"It should be in Staplewood. I heard that they will gather in the morning and go north to London at noon."

Lewis thought about it and stood up directly. “No, I think there is something wrong. Charlene never does things like this. Something must have happened. Go to Staplewood and ask Ravel Morrison to find out about Charlene’s situation.”

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

"Wait!" Lewis called out to the male photographer as he turned around.

"I'll go with you!"

Charlene Lahri is his newspaper's top general. She supports Southampton's position, but her attitude is fair and harsh, which makes her loved by most Southampton fans.

She is now also a well-known guest and host of BBC TV, and is considered a treasure of the Southern Echo.

Such talents naturally need extra care and attention.

The two men left the Southern Echo headquarters and got into Lewis's car.

In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at Staplewood.

The guard Peter stopped them.

"Hi, Peter!" Lewis rolled down the window and smiled at the security guard.

This is Saint Peter, who is famous among Southampton fans.

"Lewis? Why are you here?" Peter was a little surprised.

But soon I realized it.

"Oh, by the way, he must be here to pick up the car." After saying that, he laughed.

"Pick up a car? What car?" Lewis was a little surprised.

"Ms. Charlene Lahri left her car at our place yesterday!" Peter was a little surprised by his reaction.

He knew everything that happened in Stapleton Wood.

Charlene Lahiri's car had been parked there all night, unmoved.

"Aren't you here to pick up the car?"

Peter's words surprised the two people in the car, and they all had an ominous premonition.

"Peter, let me ask you, has Ravel Morrison arrived?" Lewis quickly got out of the car, looking extremely nervous.

Peter shook his head. "No."

He kept an eye on everyone who came in and out of Staplewood, and indeed Ravel Morrison was not seen that morning.

"Weird, really fucking weird!" Lewis angrily slammed the roof of his car.

"What's the matter?"

Lewis took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and calm his mind.

"I suspect that Charlene is missing!"