Seeing such a big white teeth, Valdy felt inexplicably funny.

Walking down the court with arms around, Vardy whispered in Ebue's ear: "I will invite you to a party in the future, you must come!"

Ebue's eyes were wide and his face was full of incredible expressions, as if he had heard something horrible.

Thanks to the professionalism of the paparazzi, the whole of England knows that the Manchester United nightclub party, with Vardy as the backbone, has extremely rich activities. The nightclub and carnival parties are just as common. They can even hold a party with Rooney losing two more hairs today as a reason to celebrate.

What makes people even more envious is that the parties are full of young models of very high quality, and even occasionally they can meet female celebrities. As long as they chat about the same thing, you can ask for it at night!

Few people can break into them, so the Manchester United nightclub party party has always been a legendary product, which is envious to others.

And today, Vardy actually invited himself to their party. Is this the first prize?

He nodded in a hurry, as if he was pounding garlic with his teeth, for fear that Vardy would be talking nonsense and regretted it.

Vardy smiled slightly, patted Ebue on the shoulder, and then turned around and entered the locker room, leaving Ebue alone smirking.

Wenger watched the whole scene on the sidelines, and his lungs were almost irritated.
Chapter completed!