Chapter 190 Charlene Is Missing

Meimei slept well, woke up in the morning, and it was clear.

Blue sky, not a single cloud.

The golden sunlight shone unscrupulously, as if coating everything in front of him with a golden light film.

It rained lightly yesterday and cleared up today. The weather in England is really not unusual.

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

"You're awake."

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

Wearing an apron and wearing pajamas, she has the feeling of a good wife and mother.

But for some reason, a thought popped into Yang Huan's mind.

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

The thought made him laugh uncontrollably.

Zhang Ning's face turned red all of a sudden, and he spat, "Sexy, you are full of crooked thoughts early in the morning!"

She still doesn't understand the little thought of this man?

Yang Huan was depressed, "I said, isn't this normal? Which man do you think doesn't move his head when he sees a beautiful woman?"

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

But thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was really wrong with him.

There are many beauties around him, but he really has no idea when he can bid farewell to this virgin career.

Don't look at the difference between a virgin and a man, but the difference is big.

At the very least, men always look down at virgins with a very disdainful look.

The virgin can only always look up at the man sadly.

Zhang Ning's anger is largely just pretending, she has been with Yang Huan for so long, how can she still not understand Yang Huan's character? That is to say, the mouth is full of flowers, the eyes are prostitutes, and they are asking for a bargain.

He really is as he says it is,

The wind does not flow.

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

Yang Huan gulped down the milk in one go, and ate two more pieces of toast. That's it for a breakfast.

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

"I went in the morning, and I asked Huang Ying to go shopping at noon."

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

"Oh, by the way, Yoona will go too."

Yang Huan snorted, he was a little strange, didn't he say three women in one play?

Also, don't they all say that women are selfish and want to possess the man they like?

Why is it that Zhang Ning and Huang Ying's friendship is so good that it's so good, why even Lin Yuner has a good relationship with them?

"What about you?" Zhang Ning asked.

"I'll go 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 Haitian Feast, he said that he would organize some fans to come to the UK to watch the game.

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.

Just kidding, Yang Huan is the owner of Southampton, so afraid of running out of tickets?

So this Fatty Liu organized a group of rich fans of more than 200 people, and they all went to London.

It's a football tour!

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

Long Sansan was one of the bodyguards that Yang Huan entrusted Long Wu to invite.

Although he has retired from the dragon group, he still chooses to continue to use the code name of the dragon group.

"Why?" Zhang Ning was a little strange.

Yang Huan laughed, "You three big beauties are shopping, there are three dragons around, just to help you drive away those wild bees and butterflies."

With that said, Yang Huan turned around and shouted, "Elder Fifth!"

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

"Call Long Sansan here."

Long Wu pressed his ear a few times behind him, and soon the door opened, and Long Sansan, who was in his thirties, walked in.

"Master, are you calling me?"

"Yeah." Yang Huan nodded, "Wait a minute, you can accompany the young lady to go shopping in London."

When Zhang Ning heard Yang Huan calling her young mistress, she was immediately ashamed and happy, and her pink face was so red that it seemed like water was oozing out.

Those bright, watery eyes stared at Yang Huan, as if to set him on fire.

"Let me tell you, when you get to London, you have to keep an eye on it. If the three young ladies make a mistake, I will settle the account with you!"

Three young grandmothers?

Zhang Ning immediately threw him with the sanitary eye, it was best to kill him.

Is this guy too greedy?

One or two is not enough, three?

However, that is to take advantage of words.

Therefore, Zhang Ning could only protest with his eyes.

But this look of protest is deadly.

With Yang Huan's thick skin, how could he care?

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

"Well, you can figure it out for yourself. If you meet someone who is ignorant and wants to take the opportunity to talk to someone who knows beautiful women, you just throw them all out for me, and if you still entangle them, give me a ruthless Hai Bian for him. For a while, it doesn't matter if you break your hands or feet, if something goes wrong, it's mine!"

Zhang Ning immediately giggled, "Do you think everyone is like you?"

"If only everyone else was like me, so polite, so gentlemanly, and so restrained towards you, this charming beauty, then I don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Ning giggled with a puff.

This guy is too thick-skinned. He praised himself so well.

Still polite and gentlemanly, who would take advantage of everything?

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

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

"Okay, let's get ready too."

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

Zhang Ning knew in his heart that Yang Huan was exaggerating, but in fact it was because he cared about them.

"Okay, don't always use your eyes to prostitute me recklessly. If you do this again, I'll charge you!"

Zhang Ning immediately burst out laughing, his heart that was warm at first turned into anger in a blink of an eye.

This guy is always like this, can't let this warmth last longer?

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

What he admires is the kind of man who kills and decides, attracts women intoxicated and throws them into their arms.

That kind of affectionate, tender sweetness is not his style.

If you follow him, you have to follow him.

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The atmosphere in the Southern Echo's headquarters office was a little strange.

Zhang Ning, the newspaper's number one reporter, has been out of contact since last night.

The phone can't get through, and the person has disappeared.

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

After all, as it was said before, today's headlines are still written by her.

But who knows, waiting and waiting, at night, as the finalization time approached, she still disappeared.

This made Lewis, the editor-in-chief of the Southern Echo, unable to sit still.

Immediately arranged for someone to go to her rental house, only to find that she never went back at all.

Where the hell is Charlene Laheri going?

Will there be any accident?

These two issues contribute to this weird atmosphere in the office.

Some people are secretly delighted, some are worried, some are gloating, and some have nothing to do with them.

The morning's Southern Echo published their interview at the Stapleswood training base in Southampton yesterday afternoon, and although it was still signed by Charlene Laheri, the article had nothing to do with her.

Even so, the morning Southern Echo still sold out.

In Southampton, any news about the Saints can boost sales.

Not to mention the time when the war is looming now.

What caused Lewis a headache was that at a critical moment, his number one general disappeared.

knock knock ~

"Come in!"

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

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

Lewis looked worried.

Since Charlene Laheri came to Southampton after graduating from university, she joined the Southern Echo to work, and soon showed her work ability and keen sense of news. She has never done things like this.

Unless something happened to her.

"Chief editor, will something happen?"

Lewis is also worried about this, but the question is, what can happen?

It's not a big deal for a football reporter. She just went to interview the players yesterday afternoon. What could go wrong?

And even if you want to call the police, it has not been 24 hours. How can the police help you file a case?

"Wait!" Lewis suddenly remembered a question.

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

"Ravel Morrison," replied the male photographer.

"We've interviewed everyone, but we just missed him. Charlene thinks he's a Manchester United youth player who has joined the Red Devils since he was seven years old, so I want to interview him and give readers some interesting content."

Lewis agrees with Charlene's judgment.

In fact, readers asked in the morning why there was no interview with Ravel Morrison?

Could it be that the former Manchester United academy player is reluctant to support Southampton?

"What about Lavelle Morrison?"

"It should be in Stapleswood. I heard they would gather in the morning and go north to London at noon."

Lewis thought for a moment, then stood up directly, "No, I think there is something wrong, Charlene never does things like this, there must be some trouble, you go to Stapleswood and ask Ravel Morrison , learn about Charlene's situation."

"Okay, then I'll go right away!"

"Wait!" Lewis stopped the male photographer as soon as he turned around.

"I will go with you!"

Charlene Laheri is the number one general of his newspaper, who supports Southampton's position, but has a fair and harsh attitude, which makes her loved by most Southampton fans.

And she is now a well-known guest and host of the TV station, which is a treasure of the Southern Echo.

Such talents, of course, should be paid more attention to.

The two exited the headquarters of the Southern Echo and got into Lewis' car.

In less than twenty minutes, we arrived at Stapletwood.

The doorman, Peter, stopped them.

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

This is the famous Saint Peter of Southampton fans.

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

But it soon dawned on me.

"Oh, by the way, he must have come to pick up the car." After speaking, he laughed to himself.

"Get a car? What kind of car?" Lewis was a little surprised.

"Miss Charlene Laheri left the car with us yesterday!" Peter reacted strangely to him.

He knew every move in Staplewood.

Charlene Laheri's car had been parked there last night, unmoved.

"Didn't you come to pick up the car?"

Peter's words startled the two people in the car, and an ominous feeling surged up in both.

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

Peter shook his head, "I didn't see it."

He would notice to all those who came in and out of Stapleswood that he did not see Lavelle Morrison in the morning.

"Strange thing, what a fucking weird thing!" Lewis angrily slammed into the roof of his car in a circle.

"what's wrong?"

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

"I suspect that Charlene is missing!" ()