white tour

Chapter 183 All Kinds of People

Antonio, who was surrounded by two women at home, felt a little helpless. He had to lower his head so that Sofia could touch it more easily.At least at this moment, immersed in the warmth of his family, he has completely forgotten those troubles.

Touching and touching, Ms. Lopez didn't know what to think of, and she actually shifted her gaze to Fidel.

Being stared at by his mother without blinking an eye, Fidel felt a little uncomfortable all over. He dodged a bit, and the greater pressure he felt made him nod with a bitter face.

Well, soon, Rodrigo's family should be able to form a bald combination!

Stepped on the motorcycle, took Gilbert with him, and Bieber, who found other reporters in the rearview mirror, turned the handle of his right hand back, and the motorcycle sped away with the roar.

After passing through Puerta del Sol and then through the streets of Santo Domingo, the bustling crowd quickly separated them from the pursuers behind them.

"Is there a way here? As a native of Madrid, why don't I know?" Since meeting his new colleague in front of him, Gilbert didn't know how many times he was shocked.

"Let's go!" Bieber didn't answer, he increased the gas pedal while humming a song.As a leader in the American paparazzi world, he has already mastered the skill of hiding himself from being discovered.

"****! I lost my track!" The long-haired man driving a dark blue Picasso patted the steering wheel resentfully, and the complaint caused by the sound of the horn made him feel a little bit helpless.

Turning around Gran Via, the long-haired man who found a parking space slammed the car door and walked into a pizzeria by the side of the road. Two minutes later, another man with thick dark circles walked in.

"Abel Great, where did he come from?"

"A subterranean rat who eludes the Hell's Angels! Although he is a pathetic rat, he is at least smarter than most of you, so if you want big news, just follow him!"

"I see!"

……

Jesús glanced at himself in the mirror, splashed cold water on his face, and sighed deeply. During this year, he felt that he had lost more hair than in the past 40 years combined.The contract with Santander Bank was kicked aside by him, and the two talented new stars he had looked at before were also left behind by him. Mr. Broker is really tired now.

He didn't understand why the Spanish media and fans, who were so patient with other accounts, always showed the opposite attitude when facing Antonio, and he didn't understand why the beautiful and delicious apple tree in his yard was so popular in most People seem to have no roots, let alone understand where those strange ideas come from.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand these things, time will not stop, and the road has to go on!

Wiping off the drops of water from his eyebrows, Jesús tidied up his neckline, then straightened his chest, with a calm and confident face, ready to meet those who he had only looked up to.

The author has something to say: I can’t extricate myself from being addicted to Uncle Zha×glasses, so let’s release so much today.

Double update tomorrow, I will do what I say, although I am still in Calvin~

╯━╰I always feel like I am dying~

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