I have to say, Sir Alex Ferguson's verbal attack did have some substance.
Fly momentarily couldn't resist the urge to tear up the newspaper.
"Whoosh, whoosh----Calm down, calm down!"
Fly warned himself in his heart, Sir Alex Ferguson wanted exactly this effect, he absolutely couldn't fall for it!
Just then, Fly's phone played a familiar special ringtone. Without hesitation, he rushed to his phone, taking two steps at a time, picked it up, and answered:
"Fly, guess where your elder sister is now? Guess correctly and there's a reward~~~"
The familiar voice came through, and Fly's slightly anxious heart immediately calmed down.
"Elder sister, you're not in London, are you?" Fly chuckled in response.
Taylor had told him when she was in Nashville that she would go to AC Milan on September 26th to attend a fashion week event.
Fly had been counting the days, and today was the 19th, still one week away.
Taylor must still be in Nashville preparing her new album at this time; he knew his strong-willed wife too well.
But unexpectedly, Fly's casual remark actually came true.
"Bingo, you got it right! Your elder sister is outside the door right now, hurry and open the door for your elder sister." Taylor's feigned surprised tone came from the other end of the phone.
"Ah? No, I just said that randomly and I actually got it right?" Fly exclaimed in surprise while hurrying towards the villa's front door.
Opening the door, a large white blonde creature suddenly pounced on him, almost triggering Fly's instinctive counterattack.
Fortunately, that familiar scent made Fly snap back to reality in an instant. He changed his fist into an embrace and held the entire white blonde creature in his arms.
"Surprise! Darling, did you miss me?"
Taylor, with her nose red, stared at the man in front of her with a pair of light blue eyes.
"I did, I think about you every moment of every day."
Fly casually took the canvas bag with "Portland Farmers Market" printed on it from Taylor's hand.
"Elder sister, when did you arrive?"
Embracing Taylor, they moved step by step into the inner room. Fly then reached out and rubbed her red nose.
"Just arrived. To be honest, London is much colder than Nashville. In Nashville, you don't feel cold even wearing short sleeves right now, but here in London, you have to wear long sleeves." Taylor couldn't help but complain about London's climate.
"Haha, London has a temperate oceanic climate. Although it's not too cold in winter, it's definitely not warm either." Fly had gotten used to London's climate over the years.
Compared to London's passable climate, London's weather is the most annoying!
You can't see the sun for more than a few days out of three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
No wonder so many players who played in England in his previous life went to Barcelona because of the weather.
Putting everything else aside, the weather in Barcelona is truly excellent!
Originally, the Mediterranean climate is the most suitable climate for human life in the world, and Barcelona is a world-class tourist city built on this climate.
Barcelona, this football club, has attracted countless players to play for them because of the city's unique geographical location.
When the conditions are equal between London's wealthy clubs and Barcelona, the vast majority of players will choose Barcelona. This is the bonus brought by the city of Barcelona.
Although London is the financial center of Europe, the city is indeed not suitable for living.
For famous players, they often pay more attention to their family's living conditions.
Because they are not short of money, many things can be solved with money.
But things like weather and climate conditions are not something that can be solved by human effort.
No matter how developed London is, its attractiveness to players cannot compare to Barcelona, a tourist city.
Wealthy people look for cities to live in based on the ecological environment, not whether the city itself is developed.
Because their wealth ensures that the artificial hardware facilities are the same no matter where they live.
Natural environments that cannot be artificially intervened are their primary consideration.
Barcelona has truly won big in this regard.
After putting things away, Fly looked at Taylor clinging to him and couldn't help but run his hand through her blonde hair.
Taylor wasn't to be outdone and immediately ruffled Fly's hair with her hand, turning his head into a bird's nest.
"Stop messing around. Why are you in London at this time? Isn't it September 26th?"
Fly helplessly grabbed Taylor's mischievous hands and asked the question he was concerned about.
"What, I can't come? Are you perhaps hiding women at home?"
Taylor squinted at Fly, then pretended to look around, acting as if she was catching a woman Fly didn't have.
"Alright, alright, don't wrongly accuse me. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
Fly waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he was innocent and had nothing to hide.
Taylor didn't make things difficult for her man. After all, she knew his character better than anyone.
Give him a hundred guts, and he wouldn't dare to have an affair!
If he did, she would go straight to their Mom, Annie, and absolutely make sure Fly paid the price.
"Elder sister, you still haven't answered me. Why did you come today?"
Taylor poked Fly's forehead with her finger and giggled, "I missed Darling, so I came. Is that a good enough reason?"
How could Fly say no? He nodded repeatedly, otherwise, with his girlfriend's temper, she would start making a fuss again.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The main reason is that my album is all finished, and I have some free time now, so of course I have to come and see you. What else would I do?"
After teasing Fly a few times, Taylor finally revealed the real reason.
Sure enough, this was the normal Taylor.
For a career-driven woman, she is absolutely focused when working and it's hard for her to be distracted.
Especially for someone like Taylor, whose work is of the "creative" type, building from scratch.
The requirement for focus on work is even higher.
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