football king

Chapter 107 Relationship Exposure

Mordred took a closer look, and suddenly remembered, "Well, I was naughty and got into fights with others when I was a child. Don't think I'm not tall enough, I didn't have a lot of fights when I was a child."

These words aroused Duan Xuan's interest, in his opinion, Mordred really didn't look like a fighter.

Even on the court, he is a gentleman. After careful calculation, he seldom blushes with others. It is impossible to imagine him fighting with others when he was a child.

Mordred saw the curiosity in his eyes, and explained to him: "The place in the United States is not very friendly to us yellow races, and when I was a child, I was relatively short, so I was often bullied."

Mordred did not shy away from these things in front of the camera, anyway, he could edit out the parts that felt wrong in the later stage, and now he told Duan Xuan that these things were purely for chatting and playing.

"Of course, they won't get any good results from bullying me. Then the little fat man who bullied me felt that he couldn't beat me, so he called his brother to bully me together, but I opened it up with a brick and made a fuss The teacher who got too big called my mother, but my mother dragged me to take a photo of me and transferred to another school."

"I told me afterwards that we don't bully others, and we will never be bullied. Next time we encounter such a situation, we will beat them back. As long as no one is killed, everything will be handled by her, and then this photo will be left by her. Come down as a souvenir."

Duan Xuan's expression was a little subtle, "Your mother is amazing."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been allowed to live in the United States for 18 years." It's hard for honest people to live in the United States.

This episode did not affect their interview. After looking through the photo album, Duan Xuan said with a complicated face: "You were quite interesting when you were young. I really didn't expect you to like football in the desert of the United States. It's not easy. ah."

Speaking of Mordred is a bit embarrassing. If he didn't have memories of his previous life, he wouldn't like football, and he rarely gets in touch with football in the United States.

Maybe follow his mother's path and become a jewelry designer?Thinking of his own imagination, Mordred made himself laugh.

Duan Xuan was a little puzzled, he laughed for no reason, and Mordred quickly explained: "I don't know why, the school football team happened to be short of one player at the time, I thought it was quite fun, so I went with them, who would have thought of football? The charm of the goddess is so great that it directly made me kneel under her pomegranate skirt."

Duan Xuan sighed, "It's really a coincidence. If the school team didn't lack people, we might not have seen you. Then how did you get farther and farther on the road of football?"

"Speaking of it, it has something to do with football. That day we were playing football with another school team, and we happened to meet the son of a football coach. When we got home, he filed a complaint, saying that I bullied him, and then the The coach secretly watched me practice and thought I was a genius, so he introduced me to the Los Angeles Galaxy, the coach treated me very well, and I made many friends there.”

Only Mordred knew how true and false what he said just now, but Duan Xuan believed it.

Because there is no need for Mordred to lie to him, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Mordred had a secret that he couldn't tell others.

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After the interview, Duan Xuan took a picture of the camera with satisfaction, "I am so happy to interview you, but the happy days are always short-lived. I will be the first to show you when the finished film comes out."

How could Mordred retort, and nodded with a smile: "Make me handsome, or I won't do it."

Duan Xuan smiled and shook her head, "You are so handsome, you want me to be more handsome, do you want someone else to live?"

Duan Xuan also found that chatting with Mordred, he often had a smile on his mouth, as if Mordred had some magic power.

After Duan Xuan and the others were sent away, the doorbell rang before Mordred could sit still.

He was also curious about who was looking for him so late, and when he opened the door, it was Lucien.

Maybe everyone has almost forgotten him. This is the tabloid reporter who used to cry bitterly at Mordred's house. Now he is no longer working in the newspaper.

Mordred was also surprised at his sudden arrival, but his first reaction was to tell him to come in quickly.

Lucien was not restrained either. He was no longer the tabloid reporter who was forced by life. In just half a year, he single-handedly created a self-media company, occupying a place on this big online platform.

"I'm afraid of being framed by you, so come here and talk to you, bring me some water, I'm almost dying of thirst after driving all the way here." Lucien slumped on the sofa, it can be said that he has no image at all.

Think about it too, Mordred has seen his most embarrassing side, let alone now.

Although Mordred was a little confused by his words, he turned around and poured him a glass of warm water with some salt in it to quench his thirst.

"What happened to come to me in such a hurry? I'm afraid I'll be framed. Who can I be framed by?" Mordred didn't believe his thoughtless words, but Lucien, who was drinking water, didn't have time at all. When talking, I can only express my dissatisfaction with the white eyes.

After drinking tons of tons of water, Lucien took a breath.

"Some time ago when you were on vacation in Ibiza, someone stepped on your tail. What do you think it is?" Lucien threw some photos on the coffee table.

Mordred picked it up and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he was. There was a picture of Mordred and Chris on it. The two were holding hands, lying on the beach chair and looking at each other.

Although the expressions are not clear, it is obvious that the relationship between the two people is definitely very close.

There is also a picture of Chris using Mordred as weightlifting equipment, and the intimacy between the two of them is about to break through the picture.

How could this prevent Mordred from taking a breath, "When was this filmed? I..."

Lucien, who had calmed down, said calmly: "Don't think about it, they asked me to expose these photos. I'm not sure they only found our family, so the sooner this matter is the better, it must be done before they come. Get rid of it before you do it."

Mordred gritted his teeth and called Chris.

After hearing the ins and outs, Chris lifted the quilt immediately, "Wait for me! I'm going to your house now."

After hanging up the phone, Mordred also calmed down, and he kept flipping through the photos.

Think about how to get this matter over in your mind, and what Mendez said.

The relationship between the two of them didn't want to tell Mendes so early, because Mordred's reputation has not yet taken root. Once Mendes sacrificed him for Chris, the consequences would be unacceptable to both of them.

But... in this situation, it's okay not to say it, they need Mendez's contacts.

Just as Mordred was racking his brains to think of a way, Lucien said, "What kind of relationship do you two really have?"

Mordred exhaled and nodded.

After being affirmed by Mordred, Lucien immediately took a deep breath.

After all, he was a little skeptical when he saw this photo, but he still couldn't believe it. Now that Mordred has admitted it...he can't deceive himself anymore.

The doorbell rang, and Mordred stood up abruptly.

Chris didn't pause at all, and went straight into the house.

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The three discussed for a long time, and finally it was Mordred who made the decision.

"Tell Mendes about this in advance and let him do the preparations in advance. Then Chris, you go back. The two of us are still getting along as usual. Don't have any violations. Not hiding is the best explanation."

"Those reporters said that our relationship was not good a few months ago, and now they say that our relationship is too good. The fans are not fools. They are played around by them. As long as we are not abnormal, they will not be able to grasp it."

Chris agreed with his decision, got dressed and prepared to go home, "Don't worry, I'll let Mendez say it, he won't hide you."

Mordred shook his head, his expression a little salty, "It doesn't matter, I don't have any feelings for those advertisements, and I won't answer them if I don't answer them. As for other Mendes who want to touch me, he will also accept the test of Mr. It’s passable, so I’m not worried, you go back first and you have to train tomorrow.”

Chris turned his gaze to Lucien, "Thank you so much for today, I will treat you to dinner when I have time."

"Hahahaha, then I'm really honored, and I'll have a meal invited by Ronaldo in the future." Lucien was very happy, and the two of them sent Chris away together.

Mordred turned to Lucien and said, "Thank you very much..." Before he could finish his thanks, Lucien stopped him.

"C Ronaldo said this because we are not familiar with each other. If you said this to me, it would be too outlandish. Who do we talk to? If you hadn't encouraged me at the beginning, I might not be able to tell where I am now. Be a paparazzi on the road."

"That's why, let's stop doing this, and it will be over when you cook me a meal with your own hands. Every day I read the meals you post on Twitter, and my saliva will flow down."

Lucien's undisguised behavior made Mordred smile.

"Okay! When the time comes, I will personally serve you a table of specialty dishes, and I promise to satisfy you."

After sending Lucien away, Mordred sat alone in the living room.

He is far from the calmness he showed. Whoever hangs the rainbow flag in the football world came out intact, and even if he retires, he will be pointed at his nose and scolded.

He has already asked Lucien to find out which media took these photos, at least he must not let those bastards succeed.

Mordred's palms had pale white marks from the fingernails, and his expression was a bit ruthless.

At the same time, Mendez was also woken up at night.

After learning the news, Mendes was so awake that he couldn't sleep at all.

"What did you say, can you say it again?" Mendes walked to the bathroom so as not to disturb the people, but the sound broke the air, making Mendes shut up quickly.

Chris didn't seem to care about Mendez's nervous breakdown at all, and said again, "I've been with Meris for a while. Now that the two of us have been photographed flirting, you better do a PR preparation in advance .”

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