The strongest winger

Chapter 308 Tattoo?Ink unicorn! !
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Because during the Spring Festival, Ai Luo still has to play a series of games such as La Liga, Copa del Rey, and UEFA Champions League knockout games, so he doesn't have time to spend with his family.

So after finishing this promotional activity in Hong Kong, Ai Luo seized the ten-day holiday that Flores gave him to spend a happy New Year's Day with his family, so...

And Papa Adrian, because other players under his banner also have business in Europe, so he said hello to Ai Luo and took a direct flight from Hong Kong International Airport to London, and then made a transfer.

Roland Wolfram, vice president of the Asia Pacific region, also had other things to deal with, and he also left Hong Kong after saying hello to Ai Luo.

After the press conference in Hong Kong, Ai Luo was exhausted, so he put on a peaked cap and sunglasses and found a random five-star hotel to live in.

It was already the next morning when he woke up.

"Damn, I've slept for so long!"

Then I checked the time, it was only six o'clock, which was quite early.

Ai Luo instantly felt that his biological clock was reliable and punctual.

After stretching as usual, I started doing three sets of [-] push-ups each.

Then there are three essential sets of sit-ups of about [-] each.

It was less than nine o'clock when everything was done and the shower was over.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, Ah Heng.

"Which hotel are you in? I'll pick you up! I asked Ah San to have morning tea together."

"Wait..." Ai Luo searched and found a compensation price list next to the bed, "Shangri-La Hotel"

"Okay, wait for me for a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Ai Luo could only shake his head helplessly: It seems that he can only go home on the 31st.

Then I made a phone call to cancel today's flight back to Changsha and change it to the earliest flight back to Changsha tomorrow morning. Then I made another phone call to my mother, reporting that I was going home one day late.

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Fifteen minutes past nine, no more, no less.

A violent sports car roared in front of the Shangri-La Hotel.

Bugatti Veyron!
Could it be that kid?
Of course, in order to deceive people, Ai Luo still made some disguises. Things such as caps and sunglasses are essential, and the weather in the morning of this season is still a bit cold, so no one paid too much attention.

Not long after, Ai Luo's cell phone rang.

So Ai Luo tried to raise the phone in his hand at the Bugatti Veyron just now. Unexpectedly, the hood of the Bugatti Veyron opened quickly, and then he heard a familiar voice, "Hey, Brother Ai is here!"

Depend on!The rich second generation is different! !

"By the way, where's the third son?" Ai Luo wondered that the two were usually together after getting in the car, but he didn't see them today, so he asked.

"Don't mention it. We originally planned to drink morning tea together the three of us this morning. I didn't expect this guy to get a tattoo early. I really don't know what good tattoos are there." Speaking of this, Ah Heng's face obviously changed a little.

From the previous acquaintance, Ai Luo knew that Ah Heng was a person who didn't like to change his plan.

At the same time, he is a very good friend, so Ah Heng immediately said, "Go to him first, he is also a multi-millionaire now, and then find a high-end breakfast shop later, and eat him poorly!"

In Hong Kong in the morning, there were not many cars, so it was smooth. With an average speed of 10 yards, I arrived at a tattoo parlor in Tsim Sha Tsui in less than [-] minutes.

According to Ah Heng's introduction, the owner of this tattoo parlor is amazing. He is known as the chief tattoo artist in Hong Kong. Currently, 90.00% of the celebrity tattoos in Hong Kong come to him.

Ah Heng casually parked the Bugatti Veyron downstairs, and then led Ai Luo to the third floor by elevator.

"Brother Ai, long time no see!"

As soon as he entered the tattoo shop, he heard Ah San's voice.

Hearing the sound, Ah San was lying on the couch with his head turned towards the door, so Ai Luo just saw that familiar dark face, walked over with a smile, took off his sunglasses, and jokingly said, "You are a good boy, you actually have tattoos here, are you going to join Xin Ngee Ann?"

"He wanted to, but he didn't dare accept it, haha..." Before Ah San could speak, Ah Heng, who had just entered, interrupted with a smile.

"By the way, this is Hong Kong's chief tattoo artist——GABE." Ah San ignored the words of the bad friend, but introduced the tattoo artist who was working to Ai Luo.

I don't know if it was because the muscles in my body were vibrated when I spoke just now, Ah San's facial expression changed obviously, and she grinned and took a breath of cold air.

GABE glanced at Ai Luo and nodded, then resumed his work.

During the ensuing conversation, while discussing the photos of GABE's works with Ah Heng, Ai Luo also knew why Ah San got a tattoo. It turned out that he didn't know which tendon was wrongly wired. Last night, he set up a penalty kick game with the goalkeeper for no reason.

But the process can be omitted, because... Ah San lying here means he lost.

"You really……"

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Just when Ai Luo was about to look at the tattoo of nine dragons on Huang Guanzhong's arm, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then a heat, and he jumped up because of a natural reaction.

"sorry Sorry……"

Immediately afterwards, a female voice came over. Ai Luo didn't care so much, but quickly reached into the collar of the back with his right arm, and didn't speak yet.

But Ah Heng next to him saw the hot water on the ground and Ai Luo bouncing around, and immediately said angrily, "What did you do?"

Ai Luo turned around and looked at the puddle of water on the ground, and there was still a trace of smoke on the floor tiles. He took a breath of air-conditioning, and secretly swallowed his saliva: Fortunately, there were a lot of clothes passed around today, otherwise he would have been burned.

Looking at the waitress at the tattoo shop who was reprimanded by Ah Heng, she felt soft-hearted, and quickly waved her hand, "Ah Heng, it's okay...it's just that the clothes are wet."

The tattoo artist GABE quickly stopped his work, walked to Ai Luo's side, and asked eagerly, "You didn't get burned?"

"No, no, it's just that the back is soaked in water..." Ai Luo smiled and waved, and then took off Versace's coat.

"What are you still doing in a daze, the password is six and nine! Go and buy me a set of clothes." Ah Heng reacted quickly, shouting loudly at the waitress who knocked over the hot tub just now, and at the same time handed over the bank card in his trouser pocket.

"This..." The waitress thought that her salary must not be enough to accompany her, so she looked at the tattooist and boss again.

"Xiaohong, swipe your own card, and then come back for reimbursement!" The boss GABE is a shrewd person.

"Oh……"

After hearing the boss's order, Xiaohong was in a good mood, and her hands and feet were quick. She put the water basin on the ground back into the utility room at once, mopped the floor clean with a mop, and went out.

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About twenty minutes later, the waiter Xiaohong came in with a shopping bag, then looked at Ai Luo who was wrapped in a blanket, and said rather embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I bought the clothes and I don't know if they fit..."

"Hey, it's all right."

At this time, tattoo artist GABE also finished his work, looked at the 'work' he had just finished, and muttered to himself: "It's not bad!"

The sound was not loud, but Ai Luo, who had just received the shopping bag, and Ah Heng, who was playing with his mobile phone, could hear clearly.

So, Qiqi looked at Ah San's back.

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It's really a good work!

After reading it, Ai Luo quickly clicked 36 likes in his heart. Leaving aside the meaning of the words tattooed, just the charm of the words tattooed on his back shows that the tattoo artist GABE has a lot of artistic skills.

Since Ah San had just finished tattooing with the laser, she couldn't move around and needed to rest on the couch for a while, so Ai Luo took Xiaohong's shopping bag, took out her clothes, and put on her clothes as if no one else was around.

At this moment, the tattoo artist GABE suddenly walked over, touched Ai Luo's back, and said, "Oh my God, what a perfect body, if..."

As soon as Ai Luo put the blanket on the stool and was about to get dressed, someone touched his back suddenly, and then heard 'what a perfect body', and immediately felt the chrysanthemum cool down, and goose bumps followed.

So his natural reaction was quick, he quickly turned around and quickly put on his clothes.

GABE seemed to understand Ai Luo's conjecture in seconds, and explained: "I mean, your body is perfect, the combination of muscles and fat is perfect, do you have any ideas for tattoos?"

"...At most, I don't charge money, but I want to take a photo for a signboard!"

GABE then added another sentence.

"Nimma, another tattoo? This is the third one, right? First Beckham, then Quaresma, and now it's the tattooist's turn..."

"Brother Ai, tattoos are good! I heard that girls like tattooed men now!!" Ah San also added a sentence at this time.

"I'm so hungry!"

Ah Heng protested.

"To shut up!"

Ah San and Gabe shouted at the same time.

"Damn, are you really hungry?" Ah Heng was still muttering to the side.

Seeing that Ai Luo didn't answer, GABE thought he was hesitating, so in order to let the perfect figure that was rarely seen in ten years slip away from his eyes, he bewitched, "I heard that you are a football player, and I knew something about you during the chat with Ah San before. An athlete with a distinctive personality like you should have some masterpieces, such as tattoos or something..."

Ai Luo still didn't speak, just looked up at Gabe.

GABE shrugged and continued to persuade, "Think about it, when you score a goal and take off your clothes to celebrate, what will happen to the fans when they see the domineering tattoo on your back? They will be hysterical..."

When GABE said this, Ai Luo couldn't help thinking of the moment when he took off his jersey when he scored the lore goal at Camp Nou. If there was a domineering tattoo on his back at that time, would the fans' reaction be more enthusiastic?
After a while, Ai Luo nodded fiercely, "Okay!"

"OH-YES!" After hearing Ai Luo's promise, the tattoo artist GABE jumped up excitedly.

And Ah Heng sat aside and continued to mutter, "Is this the rhythm of starving to death today?"

After venting the excitement in his heart, GABE walked towards Ai Luo again and asked, "What kind of tattoo do you want? Let me recommend it!"

"Type?" Ai Luo dragged his chin, looked at the ceiling, and then stood up, "How about following my own style?"

"Your style?" GABE hurriedly walked to the only public computer in the tattoo shop, and after 10 minutes, he said excitedly, "Why don't you get a unicorn or ink unicorn?"

(End of this chapter)