There is a lot of information and it is very perfect. Some of them have not been reported by the media. Of course, they do not involve some in-depth privacy. They are temporary secret information that may be publicly reported in the future.

It can be said that in addition to Deisler's wife, Fang Jue now knows the German star better than those reporters who stare at Deisler all day long.

Of course, what Fang Jue is most satisfied with is not these "exclusive information", but a preliminary "identification report" given by the system. The report shows that Desler's current physical condition is: health!

It was this sentence that excited Fang Jue and strengthened his determination to take over Desler.

A healthy Deisler...

Fang Jue smiled when he thought of his ability to have this big baby in the future.

...

A full three-page notebook was written.

This is the battle plan tonight.

A plan, Fang Jue wants to use his dexteran to make the young lady scream his hands to complete his football career. He can move him with emotion and reason, and ensure that this guy is touched by the softest part in his heart. He is moved and crying bitterly, and finally throws himself into his arms, begging to serve Coach Fang Jue.

Fang Jue looked carefully again and nodded with satisfaction. Plan A was quite expensive!

As for the briefly written plan B, Fang Jue didn't care much, so he didn't need it at all. His plan B was just due to his habitual cautious personality.

Sighing stubble, slightly messy hairstyle, holding a fruit basket in one hand and a string of red sausage in the other hand. This is a man.

Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and carrying a backpack on his shoulders, this is a woman.

To put it another way, the street lights are darker. If Jenny Lopez hadn't been smiling and looking at her husband, revealing her white teeth, Fang Jue almost didn't see the lady.

This is what Fang Jue saw when he came to the door of his residence after get off work. At this moment, he almost hummed a song, "I have a chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a carrying one..."

“This is our specialty from the Munich belt.”

Fang Jue took the red sausage from Deisler and pretended that he didn't recognize it. It was just a disposal that he had seen at the Mercadona Supermarket on the island.

This guy is not particular.

"Have you eaten dinner? Do you want to go together?" Fang Jue stir-fryed two dishes and one soup and asked politely.

"Okay." Desler said this.

"Go and wash your hands first." This is what Ms. Lopez said to her husband in a doting way.

OK, it's not fake at all.

"I'll go and cook two more dishes," said Fang Jue.

Then he clearly saw Desler showing a relaxed expression...Is he afraid of not being able to eat enough?!

When Fang Jue brought out the fried red sausage and the sour potato shreds, he looked at the dining table and grinned, a little confused: Are the virtuous couples... pigs?

The plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was smooth and shining, and there were only a few shrimps left on the plate of garlic shrimp, and all the garlic was gone.

The tofu soup has already reached its bottom.

Most of the last two dishes were in the couple's stomach, and the red sausage brought by Deisler was not cheap at all.

"What a pity, there is no Moutai." Deisler burped and said a little regretfully.

Ha, you still know Moutai, you still have to drink Moutai, I have never eaten it.

Fang Jue looked at Desler, as if he saw an obese man about to be born. He made up his mind that if he signed Desler, he would definitely strengthen his dietary requirements for this guy.

...

Eat and drink enough and do your business.

"Mr. Fang, even if Basti makes a request later, I hope your works will not be related to football." Ms. Jenny Lopez glanced at her husband who was admiring Fang Jue's personal works and said in a low voice to Fang Jue.

Tsk, plan a was shot.

Fang Jue shook his head gently, glanced at Desler, and thought to himself, is the situation so serious that it is now?

Yes, some of the information he saw through the system were explained about Desler's condition. Fang Jue then confirmed his guess that Desler was suffering from depression and his condition was relatively bad.

Then you can only choose the alternative B plan. Fang Jue gritted his teeth. Huazi. He is a purely kind person who does such things and is not skilled in business.

"No problem." Fang Jue nodded and said with a worried expression, "Mrs. Desler, Mr. Desler is not in good condition."

Ms. Lopez was not surprised that Fang Jue had recognized Desler at all. She expressed her gratitude to Fang Jue. In the morning, Fang Jue's attitude and words and deeds towards Desler were obviously very meticulously considered.

"The doctor said he needed a rest," said Jenny Lopez. "And, Basti was resistant to taking the medicine."

"Taking medicine is not the most important thing." Fang Jue shook his head, "The most important thing about Mr. Desler's situation is that he is emotionally stable, he can figure it out himself, and be cheerful and optimistic."

Jenny Lopez agrees deeply.

She did not realize that the topic of the two of them had deviated, so they communicated and exchanged on Desler's situation.

...

"Mr. Fang is still a doctor?" Jenny Lopez was a little surprised. Some medical words popped up from time to time, which seemed very professional.

"No, to be precise, I am a psychology researcher." Fang Jue said.

So that's it, Jenny Lopez nodded. Desler's mental depression can be both a mental discipline and a psychological problem. Fang Jue is studying psychology, so it is normal to show a certain professional level.

"If you trust me, Mrs. Desler," said Fang Jue, "I am willing to help Mr. Desler's treatment."

"No need, thank you Mr. Fang for your kindness." Jenny Lopez refused decisively. He had a good chat, but he immediately changed his face and looked at Fang Jue with a scrutiny look: it was like he was looking at a liar.

Hey hey hey hey, what kind of look is this? I didn’t have this attitude when I was eating just now.

Fang Jue was a little depressed. He was too alert. Has he been deceived? He has become a self-taught master?

It's a bit difficult, Fang Jue was worried. Who said that black brothers and sisters are so fooling?

"Improve it, Mrs. Desler, your previous treatment direction was wrong." Fang Jue's expression was serious. "Did those doctors ask Mr. Desler to stay away from football, leave his beloved football field, stay away from the hustle and bustle, and leave the attention of attention? It's better to find a place where no one can rest?"

"Yes." Ms. Lopez nodded, "Are these wrong?"

"Wrong!" Fang Jue said with a heavy tone, "It's a big mistake! This is not treatment, it's just an escape, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Humans are social animals, and you cannot always leave the attention of attention. You have to adapt to society, learn how to get along with people, and learn to enjoy this kind of relationship. This is a healthy life. You don't want your husband to escape all the time, right?"

"Immunely, Mrs. Desler, your perception and choice are also wrong. Did your husband tell you that he doesn't want to play football anymore? He wants to escape the court, and then you obey him! Let his life go far away from football?"

"You are indulging."

"I can say responsibly that if this continues, even if your husband is under control, he will not be happy."

Looking at Fang Jue, who had an extremely serious expression and a fierce speech, Jenny Lopez was completely confused.

Where am I? What am I doing? Aren’t we here to buy things? Why am I scolded?

Who is he? Is he not a master of handicraft art? What exactly does he do?

Why do I think what he said makes sense?

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