Have you ever thought about coming back to play football?" he asked seemingly unintentionally, pointing at the same time.

"Go back to the Premier League?" Beckham smiled and shook his head, "No."

"Is it because of Manchester United?" Don continued to ask tentatively.

"There is a reason. You know that I have been at Manchester United for many years, and I can't imagine myself wearing jerseys from other teams to face Manchester United..." Beckham shook his head, really unimaginable.

He once said this in 2006, when he returned to China to promote his new autobiography. When asked if he might return to the Premier League, he answered this answer.

Now in private occasions, he said so again.

When Tang En heard this, he could only sigh in his heart.

If there is no change in the next six months, then Tang En only hopes that Beckham can give up this idea when he is at the end of his life.

After ending the lunch with regret, Don and Shania bid farewell to Beckham. He also had to rush back to participate in the team's training the next day, and Don was going to go shopping with Shania in London.

"Good luck. David." When saying goodbye at the airport, Donn held Beckham's hand and said. There was still a half sentence he didn't say: "You do need some good luck in the future..."

"Where are we going?" After seeing off Beckham, Donn asked Shania in the car back to London.

"Go shopping and buy things!" Shania announced excitedly.

"Well...I understand." Tang En thought to himself that women are like this.

"Don't think I'm buying it for myself." Shania saw through his thoughts. "I'm buying it for you. You need to change your image well, and you can't do this all year round..."

Fasal, the agent driving in front, continued: "Shania is right, Mr. Tang En. Even men need to have multiple sets of clothes for different occasions."

Don Edward somehow thought of George Wood's agent. The man who hadn't come to harass him for a while was very good at dressing up, and his image must be different every time he appeared in front of him.

"I always feel that men who often change their appearance are sissy..."

"Hey, Uncle Tony!" Xianya was a little angry.

"Okay okay, I accept the suggestion. Anyway, you, a person in the fashion industry, are there. I don't need to worry..." Tang En raised his hand to surrender. He didn't want to let the meeting last a little while and ended up in a bad mood.

So under the leadership of Shania, the three of them headed straight to Oxford Street, the most famous shopping street in London.

There, Tang En was taken to and from high-end clothing stores, constantly entering and leaving the fitting room, showing her newly changed clothes for Shania and her agent.

When both of them nodded, Fasar took out his credit card and swiped his card to pay the bill, packed the clothes he had chosen and put them in his handbag. The three of them went to the next store.

Tang En never experienced such crazy shopping in his life. Whether in China or here, he never spent so much effort to buy clothes and pants.

He always felt that this scene should appear on the woman, and he was the one who swipes the card to pay the bill. Unexpectedly, he was completely turned upside down now.

but……

Tang En put on a look that he thought was very handsome in the mirror in the fitting room. The person who appeared in the mirror made him almost unable to recognize him.

...But don't say that being tossed by Shania really feels like a male star on the cover of a fashion magazine.

"Are you okay, Uncle Tony?" Shania shouted outside.

"Oh...ah, OK OK, I'll come out soon." Tang En looked at himself in his glasses again, then turned around and pushed open the door.

Finally, in the hotel room, Shania looked at her "work" with satisfaction - a brand new Tony Don.

"How do you feel, Mr. Tang En?" Shania picked up a fashion magazine at the head of the bed, rolled it up as a microphone, and asked Tang En as a reporter.

Tang En looked at himself in the mirror and turned around. "It feels good. Now I'm not afraid of paparazzi following me when I go out - they can't recognize who this is. It's quite practical."

"Uncle Tony!" A deep sense of frustration gushed out from the bottom of Shania's heart.
Chapter completed!