The strongest winger

Chapter 21

As Christmas approaches, Valencia, the orange city, is getting more and more Christmas atmosphere. Every household is decorating their own homes. Even Uncle Sam, who is usually casual, is now very busy arranging the Christmas decorations at home.It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Sam's son who works in Switzerland is going to bring his girlfriend back for Christmas this year, so he is so happy to decorate the house.

On Christmas Eve, they declined the invitations of Uncle Sam and Aunt Ali's family to celebrate Christmas respectively.After more than an hour, I came to El-sueo-de-un-bar alone, pushed open the small door of the bar, looked in, and found that there were not many people, except for a bartender and a few foreign students who were probably studying in Spain as part-time waiters.

The bartender is not Xiao Lei, and he probably met a new girlfriend. The bartender Ai Luo in front of him doesn't know him, so he must be newly hired by the boss.

"Hey, bring me a glass of orange juice—thank you." Ai Luo politely asked for a glass of orange juice from the waiter. With the orange juice in his hand, he found an empty seat in the lobby of the bar and sat down, waiting for another teammate who was wandering in Valencia—the little black Andy.

"Didi--" As soon as I sat down, I heard the text message notification tone of the mobile phone.

I thought it was from a little black man, so I didn't rush to look at it. Not long after, the phone beeped again. Ai Luo frowned, took out the phone, and found that it was an unfamiliar number. After a little hesitation, he clicked on the content of the text message.

"I'm Maria Sharapova, little bitch!"

With a heartbeat, exit quickly and open the previous message, which reads:
"Little bitch! I'm in Valencia, where are you?"

Damn, it was Sharapova, why did she come to Valencia?Not spending Christmas with your family, ?What is Valencia doing?Could it be that she accidentally let her win the bid last time?At that time, I was so passionate that I even forgot whether I had a condom or not.

In Ai Luo's wild thoughts, soon -- the little black man had a good-looking woman in his right arm, a bottle of wine that was the best-selling wine in Valencia under his left armpit, and three glasses in his left hand. He walked over, put the phone aside, and put Sharapova's text message aside as a joke.

"Hey, Ai -- long time no see." After the little black man sat down, he let go of his right hand that was holding the woman, and with the help of the waiter, he opened the lid of the wine while talking.

Ai Luo punched the little black man in the chest very affectionately, but the strength was well controlled, and it didn't hurt or itch.

But the reaction of the little black man was dumbfounding, clutching his chest, as if in pain, lying on his girlfriend's body, and started eating tofu mode.

"Hey, don't pretend - Andy, it's not the first day I know you!" Ai Luo took the wine, poured the appropriate amount of wine on the three glasses, and then asked slowly: "Why don't you introduce your girlfriend to me?"

Andy smiled, picked up the wine glass with his left hand, and formally introduced: "This is an Algerian who lives in Spain like me. My girlfriend—Jennifer Gesey, hehe—is she beautiful?"

"Beautiful!" Looking up, he picked up the wine glass and said, "Let's have a drink together, how about?"

"no problem!"

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

After a few drinks, Andy looked very excited under the soft music in the bar. In addition, his girlfriend was sitting next to him, and the funny things never stopped, which made people very speechless.

Ai Luo rolled her eyes.

At this time, the notification tone of the mobile phone rang again, and I opened it to see: Little bitch!I'm so scared in Valencia by myself, where are you?

Ai Luo softened his heart and replied: I am in the bar where we met last time.

After sending it successfully, I added another sentence: The bar is too noisy, and I was with my teammates for a long time, so I didn't pay attention to the phone, sorry.

Soon, in seconds, Sharapova replied: Wait for me, hehe... little bitch!

Ai Luo, who read the text message, smiled. This Sharapova is too funny. It seems that every word she said to herself must be followed by a word: little bitch!
He accidentally glanced at the opposite side, but this careless glance almost blinded his dog's eyes.

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Ai Luo slapped the table vigorously like a prank, gathered 'popularity' for Andy, then picked up the glass again, and said: "Little black man, hehe... for the sake of our friendship, come, have another drink."

"Haha... I hope we all have a bright future. After all, it is really not easy to live in a foreign country for each other's dreams."

Andy, the little black man, was a little moved, remembering that these years of wandering for his dreams, he was often accompanied by loneliness and loneliness.

"Haha..." Ai Luo smiled and glanced at Andy, the little black man who suddenly burst into emotion, and empathized with him. They all got together for a great dream.

Maybe one day, they will be brushed off in the process of chasing dreams, but... so what?
At least tried!
"Just now...for our friendship, then...now for our dream, let's have a toast!"

"Cheers!" Little black Andy said simply.

Andy said, "It's boring for us to drink, why don't we have something fun?"

Ai Luo didn't speak, but just looked at the audience, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Look... tonight is Christmas Eve, where are other people here to play? Only us dream chasers wandering in foreign countries."

"Too."

Then, you took a sip and I took a sip, and the two quickly drank more than half of the bottle of wine that Andy brought over.

"Gah--"

In the relatively quiet bar, there was the sound of "嗞嘎--" opening the door, which seemed incompatible with the background light music playing in the bar. Ai Luo and Andy raised their brows at the same time, turned and turned to look at the door of the bar respectively.

What imprinted in their eyes was a tall, blond long hair slightly curly, with a sunny smile and a beautiful face under the neon lights of the bar. She looked extraordinarily glamorous and walked in with a bag in her hand. After entering, she looked around the bar, as if she was looking for something.

"Hiss-" Andy exhaled hot air, whistled uncontrollably, and then murmured three words: "Beauty!" But under Jennifer Gersey's attempt to grab his waist and bone claws, Andy instantly fell silent.

Typical strict wives.

Ai Luo first glanced at Andy, a little black man with a strict wife, and smiled very happily, and then looked at the door.

At this time, Sharapova's beautiful eyes have already aimed here.

Ai Luo quickly lowered his head, and said wretchedly to Andy: "Didn't you just say you want to have fun? How about we make a bet?"

After finishing speaking, Ai Luo felt the vibration of the mobile phone, opened it and saw that it was a text message sent by Sharapova, and quickly replied: I am going to the bathroom, wait for me for a while.

"Huh? Bet??" Andy, besides food and women, the best thing to do is to bet, and he readily agreed, "Okay!"

"How to gamble?" Andy, the little black man, was completely aroused by Ai Luo, and asked.

"Wait until I go to the blonde beauty and invite her over within a minute, do you dare to bet?" Ai Luo was already happy, but still maintained a very serious expression on his face.

The little black man thought about it for a while, and looked at the confident Ai Luo. He didn't feel low at all, and then turned his head to look at the blonde beauty sitting on the bar.

At this time, Jennifer Gesell pulled Andy and whispered in his ear: "That blonde beauty seems to be Maria Sharapova, a beautiful tennis girl. She just won the WTA year-end finals. I'm sure your friend doesn't know her!"

Andy knew that his girlfriend liked to play tennis very much, and it was more normal to pay attention to tennis. After seeing his girlfriend nodding affirmatively, he squeezed his palms to express his gratitude.

Immediately, Andy secretly glanced at Ai Luo, pretended to be embarrassed, frowned, and thought for nearly half a minute before agreeing: "Okay, I bet!"

After finishing speaking, Andy burst into laughter.

However, people are not as good as God.

After Ai Luo saw that the little black Andy agreed, Ai Luo was also happy.

wait!See how I black you.

In this way, they calculated each other.

"The bet is settled, but what is the bet? Little black man?" Ai Luo rolled his eyes slightly and asked.

The little black man rubbed his sore neck. When he turned his head, he saw an unopened bottle of foreign wine in front of him. He smiled slyly and said, "If you invite that blonde beauty over within a minute, I'll drink it up. Otherwise—you drink it up!" After speaking, the little black man pushed the bottle of foreign wine to the middle of the table and asked, "How is it?"

"it is good!"

Immediately, the two tacitly clapped their hands and made an oath, saying in unison: "If you don't drink, you are a puppy."

After the high five, the two smiled knowingly at the same time.

puff---
Listening, Jennifer Gersey spit out what she had just taken in her mouth.

Haha!

Andy quickly took the paper towels on the bar and wiped them for Jennifer Gersey.

"Look at me, little black man!" Ai Luo stood up and said, then patted his shoulder again, "Learn!"

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Three steps counted as two steps, Ai Luo quickly sat next to Sharapova, pretending to strike up a conversation: "Hey, beautiful lady, do you have the honor to buy you a glass of wine?"

This remark provoked contempt from the bartender in front of the bar, curled his lips, and secretly thought: Can we have something new?
Sure enough, Sharapova turned her head happily, as if the scene a month and a half ago was right in front of her eyes, but she pretended to be very indifferent and replied: "Can you come up with something new?"

Sharapova's words made the bartender on the bar jump wildly. Could this be the legendary telepathy?I just said, why would a beautiful woman come to the bar on Christmas Eve?It turned out that God sent it to me, Amen!After thinking about it, he put down the work at hand and made a virtual cross on his chest to express his gratitude to God.

"Seeing such a beautiful lady like you, I really can't find any other words to strike up a conversation with." Ai Luo shrugged, with a very helpless expression.

Hearing this, the bartender at the bar was about to jump out and say: Put down the girl next to you and let me do it!However, very soon——the blonde beauty's last words broke his heart.

"Okay, little bitch! Stop playing." Sharapova put her arms around Ai Luo's arm with a smile, and continued in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you and your teammates came to drink together?" Then she looked around in the bar and asked, "Where are your teammates?"

"Okay, I'll take you right away." The very gentleman took the bag from Sharapova's hand, then took Sharapova's hand and walked to where Andy was.

(End of this chapter)