"Los Angeles is very good, people there want you to go, you will get more treatment than here, and then we can...

Before Victoria could finish her speech, Beckham interrupted her: "But, it's a football desert."

"David-" Victoria dragged her voice, "You should consider your life after you retire. You are no longer young."

"Are you old at the age of thirty-one?" Beckham smiled at his wife.

It must be admitted that the development plan that my wife has formulated for herself is very good. She went to Los Angeles, USA to play football for a symbolic few years, and then naturally develops into the entertainment industry. Even if she retires from the football industry, she can continue her career in other aspects.

There are not a single player who went to film after retirement. There is one in England - Winnie Jones. He played at Wimbledon, later retired at the Queen's Park Rangers, and then went to Hollywood to develop. He is now considered a stable second-tier movie star.

But to be honest, Beckham doesn't feel that he has the talent for exercise. When the film crew of the movie "Famous One Ball" came to Real Madrid to shoot, they needed them to be actors. He felt very awkward, and compared to the feeling on the court, they were completely different worlds...

Unfortunately, my wife is very passionate about these things.

Sometimes, he felt that he owed Victoria too much... In order to take care of him who played football in Madrid, Spain, she sacrificed her career in the UK and followed her to Madrid, which is outside the fashion entertainment circle.

"Look at your feet." Victoria pointed at Beckham's legs, "There are all injuries there. I don't want to push your wheelchair to go out for a walk with you in the future, David."

From these words, I felt my beloved wife’s concern for me. Beckham reached out and put his hand over his wife’s shoulder: “Why is that scary? There are many retired players, but not many in wheelchairs.”

The atmosphere is developing in a direction that suits the couple's beautiful nightlife. At this moment, the cell phone on the table rings.

Beckham was also helpless about the ringtone of the air-destroying phone. He smiled at his wife, let go of his hand holding Victoria, then stood up and walked over to answer the phone.

"Hello...Tony?"

It was Tang En's phone number.

"Hello, David."

"Are you congratulating Merry Christmas in advance?" Beckham asked with a smile.

"Ah, this time not. Shania will go to Madrid to walk the catwalk in a few days, and she can't spend this Christmas in England, so I want to go and spend a day with her. And then... invite you to have a meal with Victoria.

Last time you invited me in London, I should have invited me back this time.”

Of course, Beckham knew that replying was just an excuse. It seems that the head coach of the Forest team "has a special liking" for him. The other party sent an invitation so enthusiastically that he had nothing to refuse.

"Okay, I agree. Set up the time and we will see you there."

After hanging up the phone, Victoria was lying on the back of the sofa and watching him. "Is it that simple to have dinner together?"

Beckham smiled: "Obviously not."

"Hey, David. Do you want to go back to England?" Victoria asked suddenly.

Just like at the airport that time, Beckham was stunned for a moment, but this time he could no longer avoid answering with a smile to his fans.

Victoria looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Beckham was silent for a while and could only shake his head: "I don't know."
Chapter completed!