football king

Mordred opened Twitter, opened the Portuguese national team that he had been following for a long time, and found that they really went to celebrate.

Lying on the bed without any panic, playing with the mobile phone, until there were a few noises outside the door, Mordred tidied up his clothes, fearing that he was not handsome enough, Mordred took a look in the mirror.

White jeans with a large hoodie, and a pair of sneakers on the feet, the whole person is full of youthful vitality.

Mordred smiled at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and the curvature of his thin lips was enough to make any face control scream.

The greetings outside the door gradually disappeared, and these over-excited players probably also went to rest.

Quietly Mimi opened the door and poked her head out like a thief.

After confirming that there is no one outside the door, find the door according to the chat content between Chris and him.

After knocking twice, there was the sound of shuffling footsteps in the house because of wearing slippers.

But no one opened the door for a long time, Mordred was satisfied with Chris' vigilance, but at the same time he had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to send him a message of confidence.

"Open the door, your surprise has arrived."

A few minutes after the words were sent, the door opened with a swipe as if it was about to be torn apart by the owner. The first thing to be exposed was the wheat-colored skin and strong thighs.

It only takes one glance to know that he has worked hard during this time, and Mordred couldn't bear to take a step forward.

After the door was fully opened, Mordred finally saw his lover up close.

Chris has already guessed most of it in his heart, but now seeing Mordred's sense of satisfaction and surprise is no less.

But before he could open his mouth, Mordred was hanging on Chris. Chris only had underwear with CR7 printed on him, and there was a faint smell of champagne on his body.

It can be seen that he should be preparing to take a bath, but Mordred suddenly did it.

Fearing that the two of them would be photographed, Chris supported Mordred with one hand and closed the door with the other.

The bodies of the two are entangled, and the breathing is intertwined. Both of them enjoy the kiss at this moment with some ecstasy.

Xiaobie wins the newly married sentence is not bad at all. Judging from the behavior of the two people, they will no longer doubt how much the other party loves them.

When they parted, both of their faces were red. I don't know whether it was because they hadn't breathed for a long time or because the room was too hot.

The two of them recovered from their passion, and Mordred still hugged Chris, but didn't speak.

Chris lowered his head and kissed his hair gently, "You gave me the surprise I wanted the most."

Mordred's face turned redder and redder, and after Chris rambled on for a while, he spit out a sentence from his throat, "Are... don't you feel uncomfortable?"

His eyes fell on the small tent unnaturally, and then left quickly.

Mordred's appearance made Chris couldn't help laughing hoarsely. Normally Mordred looked like an adult, but now he showed a young man's side.

However, Mordred's innocence was beyond Chris' expectations. You must know that he was at Mordred's age, and he and his teammates had long since critiqued the female model's body with a magazine.

He had been waiting for Mordred to mature, otherwise he would not be able to say anything at his age.

Now that he also has this idea, he is naturally not polite.

The smell of champagne lingered on her body, adding a touch of elegance to the ambiguous atmosphere of the two.

Chris holds all the initiative in his hands, watching Mordred slowly return to himself in his own hands.

His fair skin was pale pink, and he looked at Chris without blinking.

He only knew what was going to happen next, and he didn't stop Chris from moving. If it wasn't for Chris being clean and unclothed, maybe the two of them would deprive each other of each other's clothes like wild beasts.

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Everything was normal the next day, no games, no training.

The sun slowly climbed up the branches, and the sleeping people were indifferent to all this.

Even the biological clock can't separate the two people who are entangled.

Most of Mordred's body has traces of blue, and it looks even more terrifying on his fair body. Those who don't know this scene will probably suspect that Mordred was domestically abused.

Chris's tanned skin hides everything perfectly.

The two hug each other with a sense of satisfaction.

It's a pity that this quiet time was still awakened by the ringtone.

Mordred turned off the alarm on the phone casually, stepped out of Chris' arms and gave him a big hug.

"Good morning."

Chris didn't even open his eyes, and put his arms around him, "Good morning."

"Your surprise really surprised me." Chris closed his eyes and felt the vitality of the thriving boy in his arms, including the whining voice of someone last night.

Mordred got up and walked to the bathroom. Hearing this, his footsteps stopped. What happened last night was not in the plan.

"Today I also prepared a surprise for you." Chris was half lying on the bed, and seemed to see Mordred's embarrassment, and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Mordred instantly threw the little embarrassment behind him, "What surprise?"

The boy's eyes were full of anticipation, and Chris couldn't help coughing dryly under the aggressive eyes, "Go take a shower first, and I'll take you there later."

The two tidied up, and Mordred didn't get to the bottom of it any further, looking forward to it vaguely.

The two of them didn't wear much, but their dressing styles were different from usual, including their hairstyles.

Mordred's soft little golden hair turned into a lamb roll, and Chris even made a wig for himself, and put on the favorite clothes of rebellious teenagers.

No one dared to recognize them as stars when they went out.

Chris drove Mordred with him in a car that had never been seen before.

On the way, Chris completely acted as a tour guide, and Mordred asked a few words from time to time.

The two are already lifelong lovers, and he wants to know more about Chris's past.

The car slowly came to a small island that didn't look rich, and the two got out of the car. Mordred's mind came up with information about Chris.

"This is Madeira!?"

Mordred looked at Chris in shock, and suddenly he was not so surprised when he saw Chris smiling.

"Come on, let me show you where I was born."

Chris held Mordred's hand, and the two walked on this beautiful island.

The two came to a flat and clean field, and there were many children wearing Real Madrid No. 7 jerseys, running on the green field.

"I often practice here with my friends, but it wasn't as good as it is now." Chris said with a smile, enough to see how good those memories are to him.

"You spent money to smooth this place?" Mordred followed his gaze, and the children all had smiles on their faces.

Judging from the No. 7 jerseys they wear, Mordred can easily guess their gratitude and love for Chris from the bottom of their hearts.

"I hope this beautiful island can produce another Ronaldo." Chris's words made Mordred a little distressed. After all, Portugal has not been the strongest in international competitions in recent years.

But what right does Mordred have to feel sorry for Chris, and he can't feel sorry for himself. Speaking of this, Mordred burst into tears.

"Don't worry, since this beautiful island can produce a world-class superstar like you, there will naturally be a second one."

Two people who were equally tired to a certain extent comforted each other.

Chris took Mordred for a slow walk on the island, "When I was young, I often ran under that tree and cried."

These childhood events made Mordred understand him more comprehensively, and not only did he not like him less, but he liked him even more.

"It would be great if I could meet you when I was a child. Little Chris must be very fun." Mordred muttered and said what was in his heart, but Chris slapped him on the shoulder, and he fell down in pain. Take a breath.

Seeing that Mordred was in pain, he quickly changed from patting to hugging, and said to him helplessly: "There is a mini at home with you, you can play with him."

No matter what Mordred heard, Xiao Mi can do whatever you want, let me go, the corners of his mouth never let go of his indistinct show of weakness.

"This is my home, where I spent an unforgettable childhood. As a gardener, my father was often drunk. He may not be a good husband, but he is indeed a good father." Chris looked at the changed home, his tone With indescribable loneliness.

What he regrets the most in his life is that he didn't persuade his father to quit drinking. He even took his father to England for treatment, but it was too late at that time.

Mordred was the perfect listener at this moment, waiting for Chris to say what he wanted to say.

"It was he who led me to football. If it wasn't for him, maybe Cristiano would still be sweeping the floor in a small place. He was not good to his mother. He would beat her when he was drunk."

"I didn't even really have a proper chat with him before he died, so I was trying to avoid that when I was a dad."

Mordred moved closer to him, hoping that he could bring him a little warmth, so that there would be no such sad expression on his face.

Chris cried more than once on the court, but he didn't cry at this time. The kind of sadness that was suppressed in his heart made Mordred unable to turn a blind eye.

Perhaps it was Mordred's actions that brought him some comfort, "Everything that came out of my mouth is tragic, but these have also made me who I am now."

"My family has seen me at the top now, but he didn't see it. It's just a pity."

Hearing these words, Mordred secretly had a plan in his heart, and now this plan is just a plan.

Chris didn't bring Mordred into the house, but took him to chat about interesting things about this place.

Mordred also finally knows why Chris came to this hometown town in disguise, because he didn't want to be recognized.

Even if these people are familiar to him, he only needs to look at their backs to recognize them.

The author has something to say:

Every time I look at Mr. Luo's young man, I feel distressed and proud. He has overcome so many difficulties and has become the current Cristiano Ronaldo.