white tour

Antonio didn't want to remember how he went home with that thing on. He first dragged the drunk Jesús to the bathroom for a shower, and then scrubbed himself from head to toe.He then took the mop and started cleaning the floor, then sprayed the entire house with air freshener.

In the end, Antonio came to Jesús' car, and because he didn't want to get his own car dirty, he drove the agent's gray Mercedes back home.It is worth mentioning that on the way home, Jesús vomited several times.

Carrying the bucket, Antonio always felt that there was an ominous purple-black gas floating from the inside to the outside of the Mercedes-Benz.He's not a clean freak, he just can't bear the thought of spending a night in his garage full of vomit.

Hesitatingly opened the back seat door, Antonio, whose vision was severely impacted, quickly turned around and bent down before retching.

God!Such a disgusting thing was on his hair just now, and even flowed down his neck... The scene made up by his brain made Antonio vomit even more, and his whole body was about to collapse.

Throwing down the bucket, Antonio stumbled into the house.Whoever he loves, he doesn't care anyway!

Force yourself to forget the scene you just saw, but the more you do this, the more clearly you remember it.Lying on the sink in the bathroom, Antonio vomited out the contents of his stomach.

Not daring to look at the things in the sink, Antonio closed his eyes and turned on the faucet. After waiting for 2 minutes, he opened his eyes and rinsed his mouth.

It seems to feel a lot better to spit it out!With a pale face, Antonio squeezed out the hand sanitizer, and carefully washed his right hand that opened the car door over and over again. The fragrance of lemon helped him suppress the nausea that was about to move...

Lying on the bed, Antonio tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He always felt that the purple-black gas was spreading from the garage to other places, and it might even have spread to his side.

Scratching his hair irritably, Antonio got up from the bed. He slipped on his slippers and entered Mr. Broker's room. The sleeping Jesús made him angrier and angrier.

"Leon! Get up! Leon! Go wash the car!" He grabbed Jesus' arm and shook it again and again, but Antonio watched him turn over and continue to sleep, and even grunted.

Antonio felt that he was going to be blown out of anger, but when he saw Mr. Manager's right eye that was beaten into a panda eye, he vented his anger again.After all, the agent was so embarrassed because of him, and Antonio felt guilty when he realized that he had misunderstood the other party after the fight.

Sighing resignedly, Antonio turned and left. Someone had to clean up those things.

Waking up early in the morning, Jesús wanted to cry with a splitting headache. He recalled what happened yesterday, and only remembered that he drank with Melchor Luis, a reporter from Kobe TV, and then drank the fragment...

The bet is that you won, right?What about the interview?

Jesús hurriedly looked for the mobile phone, but found that the mobile phone was out of battery and turned off.He plugged in the charger and tried to turn it on without waiting for a second, but the screen of the phone turned on for two seconds and then quickly went black.

"One, two, three... thirty!" After counting thirty quickly, Jesús pressed the power button again, and this time he succeeded.

However, after turning it on, Jesús was frightened by the more than 200 missed calls displayed. He clicked on it and found that almost all of them were Antonio's name.

Jesus felt guilty for a moment, and he clicked on the message again, and a long series of text messages flashed out.

"Leon, when are you coming back?"

"where did you go?"

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"Is there something wrong? Call me back if nothing happens."

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"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you that way, and I apologize!"

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"Anyway, why don't you go home first, we can talk again."

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"Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

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"?"

"???"

"!!!"

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"Where are you!"

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After reading this, Jesús felt even more guilty. He looked at the surrounding environment and was relieved to find that it was home.

Gritting his teeth, Jesus decided to call Melchor Luis first.

"Hello?" Louis, who was woken up by his mobile phone early in the morning, was in a very unhappy mood, "Who are you!"

"Melchor, I'm Leon, the interview we agreed on yesterday..." Jesús waited nervously and expectantly for the answer.

"Oh! It's you, you can drink a lot! Ha~" Louis yawned, and said in a rather casual tone: "Since you won the bet, it's okay to give you an exclusive interview. Let's see when you have it." Time!"

Glancing at the "Apple Tree Daily Training Form" posted beside his bed, Jesús forced himself to hold back his joy, "I have time this afternoon and tomorrow morning."

"Not today! Tomorrow, just to take advantage of the current news, you will bring Rodrigue to the TV station at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, as long as you say my name, someone will bring you in. Okay, that's it, hang up !" Louis made a decision, hung up the phone, opened the curtains of the hotel suite, looked at the scenery outside the window and began to think about what questions he would ask tomorrow.

"Yeah!" Happily turning around in a circle, Jesús hummed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Annie! My God! Why is one of my eyes black? Who hit me? Did I come back alone?" Looking at himself in the mirror with a blue right eye, Jesús exclaimed in disbelief. He rushed downstairs like a whirlwind, and stood in front of the dining table, panting.

Antonio, who was busy until four o'clock in the morning, didn't want to talk to anyone. He glanced up at the manager, then lowered his head and continued to spread jam on the slice of bread with a knife.

"Wait!" Jesús slapped the table violently, "Why are both your eyes black? Didn't we fight yesterday? Oh! My mother! Am I drunk? I'm sorry, sorry, Annie, I won't drink so much next time."

Antonio, whose movements of spreading jam were better than ordinary people, froze, and was speechless for a while, "...I'm sorry, Leon, I hit you yesterday, I apologize to you, I hope you can forgive me !"

"It's okay, it's okay! I must have done something wrong! Your eyes..." Jesús was very panicked, and the apple tree that tolerated him very much hit him, so he must have done something very angry.

"You didn't hit me." It was clear at a glance what the manager was afraid of, Antonio's face was pale and his tone was bitter, "Did you forget what happened yesterday? You vomited on my head when I carried you, and you Vomited all over the car. I stayed up until dawn trying to clean that stuff up, lay in bed for [-] hours and didn't fall asleep, so I got dark circles on my face and I punched the ones on yours!"

It was only at this time that Jesus, who noticed that Antonio's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, swallowed his saliva. As long as he thought that he had vomited on the apple tree, he was very desperate.

"Haha...haha... I have breakfast!" Jesús laughed dryly.

"Let's eat!" Antonio pushed the plate over there, lowered his head and said guiltily, "It was my fault for hitting you. I searched for a long time but couldn't find you, and you never returned my calls. See you later." When you get drunk, I lose control of my emotions, sorry!"

Jesús waved his hands geometrically when he remembered the phone call, and his guilt grew geometrically, "It's okay, it's my fault, I didn't tell you my whereabouts!"

After saying this, Jesús tentatively moved towards Antonio again, "Then let's write it off, and don't ignore me, let the matter of the day before yesterday and yesterday pass, okay?"

Because he is the one who is really cared for by him, so even that little scheming is very cute, Antonio smiled and nodded.After two days, the atmosphere between the two finally restored harmony again.

"By the way, Annie, I have some good news for you! We got an interview with Kobe Radio, and we can go to the TV station tomorrow morning! What's the matter? Why do I feel that you are not happy?" I didn't see what I expected In response, Jesús stopped stuffing bread into his mouth.

"The dark circles on my face are too obvious. Will the coaches be dissatisfied with me?" Antonio was a little worried. In fact, he was already full, but he stayed because he was entangled in this problem.

Jesus stood up abruptly, "I'll go to Ronaldo next door to borrow BB cream to cover it up!"

"BB cream? Isn't that a cosmetic for women? Do you think Ronaldo has it?"

"Why not? He even uses facial masks, why doesn't he have BB cream? And isn't there news that he has plastic surgery?"

Antonio, who never knew there was such news, widened his eyes. He thought for a while and stood up, "I'll go with you! My car was left on the road and I want Cristiano to take me for a ride. As for your Mercedes, you must take it to the car wash today and have it cleaned inside and out, as well as our garage! Although I tried for three or four hours, I still think they are not clean! "

"Okay! Go away, or you will be late!"

This was the first time that Antonio visited his neighbor Ronaldo's house, and the reason was to borrow some BB cream.

Antonio, who felt embarrassed, was not willing to knock on the door, but the thick-skinned Mr. Broker didn't have so many worries.

"Hello, Mr. Luo...Mr. Mendez..." The broker predator wearing a standard three-piece suit flashed out from behind the door, making the cheeky Jesús retreat.

The expression on Antonio's face turned cold in an instant, he stepped forward to block Jesus, and said coldly but politely: "Hi sir, can you call Ronaldo for me? I have something to think about. Ask him to help."

"Who is it?" Before Mendes could speak, Ronaldo poked his head out of the living room, "Antonio!"

Seeing the person coming, Ronaldo was very shocked.During the time when Sofia stayed in Madrid for a short time, he invited Antonio to come to his house many times, but every time the other party just smiled and shook his head and stood in the yard waiting for his sister to come out and go home together.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow may be late, because I will take the train home tonight, and I need to catch up on sleep tomorrow afternoon^ω^