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188 Vixen

Looking at the female reporter's back with thick eyebrows, he couldn't help but sigh: "This is really a charming woman."
Doncic said: "Wang, don't you still have a girlfriend?"
James shook his head: "No, he already has."
The thick eyebrow said: "The relationship has not been determined yet."
Dongcic said: "The relationship has not been determined yet, so you can compare them. Which one do you think is more suitable?"
Wang Yi looked at the back of Julie Hope.
I don't see what's particularly outstanding about her, but I always find her charming.
Don't be arrogant.
A word emerged in Wang Yi's mind unconsciously: vixen.
This Julie Hope is not as beautiful as Nicole.
Her figure is not as good as Nicole's.
But she always seems to exude a charm that makes men fall for her unintentionally.
It's no wonder that even Thick Eyebrow and the other three people, who were used to seeing beautiful women, couldn't help but sigh.
Wang Yi didn't know that this was because Julie Hope was able to navigate among many boys when she was in school.
She knows how to use her strengths very well.
A look, a hair flip;
A smile, a turn of the head.
She can grasp everything just right.
Even Wang Yi, who is not very fond of Western women, couldn't help but be aroused.
But that's all.
First of all, this woman does not meet his aesthetic taste.
She cannot be like Nicole, who is beautiful even from an oriental aesthetic point of view.
Secondly, his current goal is only to win the championship and conquer the NBA.
Even a beauty like Nicole couldn't break his defense in a short period of time, let alone this woman who didn't conform to oriental aesthetics.
He shook his head and said: "Forget it. I just want to play every game well now. I will talk about other things after I win the championship."

Half an hour later, the four of them arrived at a basketball-themed restaurant called Owl.
In this restaurant, the waiters wear white tight-fitting short sleeves on their upper bodies and very short orange hot pants on their lower bodies.
All of them have hot bodies and are very eye-catching.
So this restaurant is very popular.
There are basketball elements everywhere in the restaurant, and the Nuggets vs. Clippers game is still playing on the TV.
Many fans come here to eat and watch the game.
When they entered the restaurant, the restaurant suddenly became lively.
"Oh, look who's here?"
"Great LeBron!"
"Our magician!"
"ad, and my favorite ad."
"And that Chinese guy, that Chinese guy who just made the world button. I love him so much!"
James and Nongmei were obviously used to such scenes, and they greeted these people one after another.
Wang Yi also followed their example and waved and nodded to these people.
Then, under the guidance of the waiter, they went to the private room on the second floor.
American fans are not as crazy as Chinese fans.
They also know that football stars are human beings and have their own private lives.
You can say hello outside the stadium, but it's best not to disturb them excessively.
So when they entered the private room on the second floor, the fans also became quiet.
In the private room, a beautiful woman was already sitting.
Although he is in his forties, his figure is very good.
This is Doncic’s supermodel mother: Porter Bean.
When Doncic participated in the draft, Potbin was also present. Her stunning appearance stole most of the limelight from her son.
She first said hello to James and Thick Eyebrow.
Then he solemnly said to Wang Yi:
"King, thank you."
Wang Yi shook his head: "It's nothing."
"But I still want to thank you. You know, my son is my heart and soul. If he gets hurt, I will be very worried."
Wang Yi looked at Dongcic's mother, listened to her words, and thought of his own mother again.
It's time to call my mother later.
Then, Doncic took out the jersey he had just exchanged with Wang Yi and asked Wang Yi to sign his name on it.
"This way we can sell it at a good price."
Doncic joked: "If I go bankrupt in the future, I will rely on your jersey."
For a moment, laughter in the private room overflowed out of the window.

Come out of the restaurant and return to the hotel.
When Wang Yi was about to make a call, the phone rang.
It was my mother who called.
Wang Yi answered the phone.
"Mom, everything is fine here. Don't worry. I will definitely get a big contract next year, and several companies have recently approached me for endorsements. When the negotiations are completed, we will have the money to buy you one.
A bigger house.”
"My teammates are very good to me, and the coach is also very good. I get along very well with them, and James even invited me to have dinner at their house. James, you know, is currently the number one player in the league. He is mine.
teammate!"
"I will definitely be able to stay with the Lakers next year, don't worry. I don't have to move around anymore. I will sign a big contract in the second half of the year and I will have money. I will buy a mansion here and bring you and dad here.
, watch me play the game live."

When I talk to my family on the phone, I always report good news but not bad news.
Even when he was at his lowest, he always talked about happy things.
This should be something that all migrant workers in China have experienced.
The mother listened to her son's "report" but shed tears silently.
She knew how her son had come here in the past two years.
I heard that Chinese people will be bullied there;
Old players will bully new players;
Media reporters are sometimes tricked by players.
She couldn't imagine how her son could carry it alone.
"Mom, I will come back to see you during the offseason this summer."
"Well, you don't have to think about home over there. Everything is fine at home, and your dad and I are both in good health."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yi looked out the window, the corners of his eyes slightly moist.
He has been here for two years.
Because I didn’t make a name for myself, I didn’t have the nerve to go back.
During this offseason, I can finally go back in an upright manner.
At this time, the phone rang again.
Wang Yi answered the phone and it was an unfamiliar number.
But he seemed to have seen this number before.
Soon, a voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Wang, when you were interviewing after the game just now, the reporter set a trap for you. Don't you know?"
It was Nicole's voice, which seemed a little anxious.
Wang Yi replied: "I know."
"Then you still answered like that? And made such an action? If the media adds fuel to the fire and exaggerates, I'm afraid it will have a very big impact on your reputation."
Wang Yi shrugged: "I know all this, but they insult my teammates, compatriots and country, and I will not tolerate it!"
Wang Yi said it categorically.
When you leave your own country and are in a different place, you can't help but protect your own country.
Just like when you go to another place for work and meet someone who says something bad about your hometown, you will naturally try your best to defend it.
At the same time, no matter how bad my country is, I can say that you can’t do it!
Just like the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, I can scold it, but in front of outsiders, it is the place where the holy monk Tang Sanzang translated scriptures.
Nicole couldn't understand Wang Yi's thoughts.
After all, the United States advocates individualism and freedom of speech. Wang Yi did not hesitate to sacrifice his personal interests just because a few fans scolded his teammates and the country.
She really couldn't understand.
But she still expressed her support for Wang Yi immediately:
"Okay, I don't understand your approach. But I believe you and support you."
"I will do my best to use my connections to minimize the impact of this matter."
"But you have to be careful about what you say and do in the future, especially in front of the media."
Wang Yi felt a little warm in his heart.
Here, few people care about him like this.
Especially local people.
Nicole is still the first.
Chapter completed!
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