white tour

"Antonio, you... Forget it, just pretend you haven't heard what I just said!" Morata peeled off the candy wrapper, pain flashed in his black eyes.

"Where are you going? I'll see you off!" After a moment of silence, Antonio started the car.

"Can I stay at your house for one night? Alice is back in Italy, I don't want to be alone!" Morata pretended to be pitiful with her eyes half downcast, but it was a pity that her bulging cheeks stuffed with toffee and her sweet voice ruined her up the atmosphere.

"Get out of the car! You go to your house, I'll go to my house!" Antonio stopped the car, then turned around to help Morata unbuckle his seat belt.

"I don't want it!" Morata clung to the back of the chair tightly.

Antonio tossed and tossed for a long time, and almost broke out in a sweat but failed to get him down. He gave Morata a blank look, but he didn't say anything to drive him away.

"Antonio, you rolled your eyes just now, right? It's the first time I've seen you do this! You roll one more time, and I'm going to take a picture of it and make it into a meme!"

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Antonio concentrated on driving, and Morata raised the topic from time to time, and he can have a good time entertaining himself alone, but both of them know that this is just an illusion.

After getting out of the car and closing the door, Antonio took the football and walked to the small football field behind the house. Morata also tacitly blocked in front of him, and they started confrontation practice like this.

Morata, who had just played the whole game, soon felt tired, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent.

Antonio turned and pulled the ball, then kicked the football into the goal.He took a deep breath, and pulled Morata, who bowed his head and remained silent, towards the house.

Although he was a little bit reconciled, it was just that he didn't appear on the stage. Antonio had experienced this kind of thing a lot before, so he could manage his emotions well.It is unbelievable for Antonio to start training without warming up or changing equipment.But because he was worried that Morata wanted him to vent his inner anger, Antonio did it anyway.

Seeing that Morata's problem was not so easy to solve, Antonio stopped and just vented. It would be funny if he was injured and completely lost his position.

"Have you ever practiced boxing?" Antonio, who saw Morata shaking his head and putting on gloves for him, began to explain, "The upper body slightly twisted to the right, and the moment the right shoulder was pulled to the right, the right foot kicked the heel. While turning the hips to send force, turn the body to the left and hook the right fist forward...just like this! Remember to keep the elbow at an angle slightly greater than 90 degrees, keep the left fist under the jaw, and then twist the body to the right, left The fist is drawn forward and horizontally, and the right hand protects the jaw. Pay attention..."

Morata is not stupid, he quickly mastered this simple basic movement, and began to hit the sandbags one after another.

Antonio hooked his lips slightly, and also waved his fist and hit the sandbag on the other side.However, unlike Morata, he practiced various footwork, sports always have something in common, and these footwork can also be used on the court.

When he arrived at the back, Morata directly started to slap him indiscriminately, and when he fell to the ground, Antonio dragged him into the bathtub to take a bath.

The mist slowly floated up, and Morata's face was blown away by the breeze coming in through the window before it fogged on Morata's face. He leaned lazily on the edge of the tank, and his mood was obviously much better.

Antonio dripped two drops of essential oil into the water, poured another glass of red wine and handed it to Morata. Although he likes a simple lifestyle, he can be refined sometimes.After all, both parents can be regarded as artists. Under their influence, Antonio also has his own pursuit of high-quality life.

"Make room for me!" Taking off his underwear, Antonio stepped into the water.In the past, he was very disgusted with any physical contact with others, but now he is much better. Seeing that Morata is so comfortable in the bath, Antonio, who has worked hard to take care of others for a long time, is also a little moved.The double bathtub is quite big, but it can't hold Morata's long hands and feet, and one person takes up more than half of it.

It wasn't until he was kicked that Morata, who was half-closed, moved his body slightly, and Antonio lay down.

"It's so crowded!" Morata took a sip of red wine and gurgled in his mouth, complaining reluctantly that the sticky feeling was more like coquettishness.

Antonio didn't feel the ambiguous factor spreading into the air, but Morata felt it. He deliberately put his arm on the chest of the brown-haired young man next to him, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Antonio~Antonio~Antonio ..."

Originally thinking that this guy was in a bad mood and he was crazy, Antonio finally couldn't help it after the small fruit on his chest was ripened. He pushed Morata's shoulder and stood up abruptly.

Morata, who was splashed with water, wiped his face, and then opened his eyes to face the sleeping dragon in the brown jungle. He was stunned and touched it unconsciously.

Antonio's face turned green. Originally, he thought that the players of Los Blancos were all elegant and modest gentlemen, just like his father.But then he found out that there are stupid white sweets like Marcelo, and a sex maniac like Isco who touches people in the bathroom every day, and Morata's love-talking skills, which can be used as soon as they are used. A guy who can make people sweet.

However, Morata usually just likes to tease people verbally, but today he actually got started directly. Was he led by Isco?Damn, it is said that the two were very good friends before Morata went to Juventus!

Antonio glared at Morata, stepped out of the bathtub, turned on the shower and began to take a shower.

Morata glanced at the brown-haired young man who was neither tall nor strong, and shook his fingers. He spread his body flat and sighed that he could finally occupy the entire bathtub, but at the same time he did not forget to tease, "" Antonio, your capital is good, better than Marco!"

Oh My God!What has he done to Asensio?Antonio, who was lowering his head to rinse his neck, froze, and the warm water entered his nose along the wings of his nose. He hurriedly turned off the water, grabbed a towel hanging on the wall next to him, and squeezed it out. After coughing twice, he finally felt less uncomfortable.

Morata laughed loudly. He would show a small smile in front of outsiders. That smile was different from Antonio's half-smile, always with a bit of shyness and innocence.But once Morata laughs out loud, it will appear that he is full of naivety.

Seeing Morata's stupid look, Antonio also smiled.Morata was caught by the pampering in those blue eyes. He touched his chest and felt warm there.

The next day, Antonio lifted the quilt and called Morata, "Ha~ I don't need to train today, what are you doing so early?"

"Come and see for yourself!" Antonio opened the curtains of the guest room, pointed to a small black spot by the lake in the distance with his finger, "That's Ronaldo! He gets up at seven every morning to run around the artificial lake , while you are complaining that he is taking your space on the court, have you never thought about why the head coach will formulate tactics around him? The core of the team is not easy to be, and Ronaldo is more talented than us. We work harder, that's the scariest thing! Well, I'm 5 minutes late to wake you up, I'm going out to exercise now, you can do whatever you want!"

Morata, who was fed a large bowl of chicken soup just after waking up, scratched his hair helplessly, "The talent means Messi! I don't think he is very talented!"

Morata is willing to do morning exercises with him, and Antonio still feels very happy.In the final analysis, the main position is still to be won by yourself. If one day, their strength can be stronger than the BBC, Zidane will naturally know how to choose.

Urging Morata to take a shower, Antonio went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them.

"Annie, did you bring the woman back?" Jesús noticed the sound of splashing water in the bathroom as soon as he entered the door. He dropped his bag and screamed instantly.

"Leon, welcome home!" Antonio glanced at the visitor, ready to bake an extra piece of bread, "That's Alvaro...that's teammate Morata! Did you just come back like this? You didn't even shave your beard ..."

Hearing that it was a man, Jesús took off his tie and fell on the sofa with a nonchalant expression, "Don't mention it, I'm going to throw up after talking about it these days. Designers are really annoying, so mother, I have to twist it." Praise him with all your brains. Fortunately, the design is really good, otherwise I would definitely not let you accept this endorsement! By the way, why did you invite Morata to be a guest? Don’t you like other people coming? He actually stayed at our house for one night!"

Can I say that he stuck in my car and refused to leave?Antonio suddenly found that he no longer seemed to be particularly disgusted with getting along with people as before. In such a short time after coming to Real Madrid, he had two friends, Morata and Asensio, and he also met Silva in the national team.This was unimaginable before. You must know that there are only six classmates who have exchanged contact information with him in the four years of university.

What is the reason for the change?The shadow left by Chris no longer exists?Or is it because the enlightenment in football has made me less hostile?Or have more energy to focus on other things after not going to school?Antonio didn't understand why, but he knew it should be a good change.

He was not normal in the eyes of others, and Antonio knew that after Ms. Lopez took him to see a therapist in middle school.Later, Antonio himself read some related books, but he felt that he was actually quite normal. Some people like to hang out in groups, while others like to travel alone.

"Annie! Annie! The bread is ready!" Jesús came over helplessly and reminded Antonio who was in a daze.

"Sorry!" Antonio took the toast out of the bread machine and put it on a plate, "Have you talked about the ZARA endorsement?"

Jesús raised his eyebrows triumphantly, he took a bite of his face and praised himself indistinctly, "Not yet, but it's almost there! The theme of this year's autumn and winter collection is 'Elegant Gentleman', and they thought your temperament didn't match at first, But I was gradually persuaded, and I will take you to try on the clothes in two weeks! Ah! I can’t do it, I’m so sleepy, I’m going to sleep!”

After saying this, Jesus walked up the stairs with a piece of bread in his mouth.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Yaya for casting a thunder (≧3≦)