football king

"Snow White agreed to the prince and returned home with him. After getting everything ready, they invited many guests, including Snow White's stepmother."

"Snow White's stepmother was stunned when she saw that Snow White was not dead. At this time, the red-hot iron shoes were taken out, and she was forced to put on the red iron shoes and dance until she fell to the ground."

Mordred lifted the white veil covering his head, sat on the chair with a long sigh of relief, not only said that he also wanted to role-play, which was really difficult for him, why is the veil used for Snow White’s wedding so difficult to understand? open.

To be honest, letting him go to the competition is better than telling children fairy tales here. Fortunately, Xiao Mi is not as noisy as ordinary children, but he is not a person who can coax children!

Don't look at how delicate he looks in this life, he is not a gentle person!It's normal to say he has a bit of a temper.

"Snow White's stepmother's feet don't hurt? But you should be punished for doing bad things!" Little Mini hugged Mordred's neck, and forcefully asked Mordred to untie the hand of the white gauze, fearing that Little Mini would fall off her body. Reach out to support his little ass.

No matter how hot-tempered a person is, he loses his temper with this cutie, "Be careful, don't fall."

Xiao Mi immediately raised her head when she heard this, and said proudly: "I'm not as fragile as those people, my body is strong!"

Mordred couldn't help covering his face at the small sound of milk, this child is so cute.

However, what needs to be corrected still needs to be corrected, "Little Mini may not be proud and complacent. No matter who is at your age from this height, it will be injured, even I am no exception."

Hearing these words, Xiao Mini's face wrinkled together, obviously he had already brought it in, "Will even Brother Meilis get hurt?"

After Mordred was amused, he laughed for a long time before saying with a smile under the condemning eyes of the little mini: "Of course, I am neither Iron Man nor Superman, so I will naturally be injured."

At this moment, Chris opened the door and came in, still holding a fruit platter in his hand, watching the little mini hanging on Mordred, reaching out to hug the little mini back to the bed.

"I didn't have much strength and tried to be brave, so I shouldn't let you and Xiaomini mess around."

Mordred has a flat mouth, and the same style as the little mini next to him, which makes people laugh.

Chris sighed and stretched out his hand to untie the white veil that was still wrapped around Mordred's head. He really couldn't be angry with him at all.

Mordred didn't get cheap, he acted obediently, let Chris fiddle with his head, stretched out his hand to the fruit plate, saw the little miniature sitting obediently on the bed, and subconsciously handed over the apple.

With a click, the apple that had been sliced ​​into pieces broke directly from the middle.

Chris paused when he untied the white gauze, and suddenly had the illusion that it was too difficult for him to raise two children.

Mordred also seemed to notice Chris's helplessness, and stuffed the remaining half of the apple into his mouth, "How about sweet or not?"

Chris swallowed the apple and finally untied the intricate white yarn, "It's quite sweet, try it yourself."

Mordred naturally wouldn't doubt Chris, he broke free from Chris's hand and stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth. The sweet and sour feeling made Mordred's entire face crumpled.

Seeing that they had finally tricked Chris, Chris and Little Mini couldn't bear it any longer, and their cheeks were sourly covered with hideous expressions.

Mordred didn't even know what to say, "Is it really worth it for you two to lie to me?"

"Of course, it's rare to see you like this, it's still new."

Even Mordred couldn't say anything now, it was time to go to bed after playing Snow White, and Mordred and Chris closed the door lightly.

After coming to the living room, the two of them were finally able to talk freely.

"The Champions League competition is much more intense than I imagined." Mordred couldn't help shaking his head and sighing when he thought of how his feet were weak from the fight.

"This time the Champions League is indeed a death group. Except for Ajax who is a little weaker, no one is strong in the league. But looking at the current momentum, Dortmund will play Manchester United next time. This time it will be The qualifying spot has been decided.”

"It's just that I think Dortmund has a better chance of winning this time." Chris carefully compared the intensity of the two games, and helplessly stated the most likely fact.

From the bottom of his heart, he still hopes that Manchester United can win, even if they play again in the top 16 or top 8. Now that Sir Alex Ferguson's health is not as good as before, Chris feels it is an honor to see him more on the field.

But the old man is still in good health, at least you are fucking on the phone, he can't stop talking about him...

If you think about it carefully, Mourinho and Ferguson are really two completely different coaching styles. Mourinho can use the sharpest words to poke the weakest place, and Sir Alex Ferguson is a large poison sprayer...

Thinking about Chris being amused by his own thoughts, Mordred has long been used to his appearance, and joked: "I thought you supported Manchester United more, but we both have the same opinion, I also think Dortmund Be a little stronger."

"Is there a contradiction in Manchester United's dressing room? I always feel that there is a problem with the coordination." Mordred regretted that he did not bring his own small notebook, otherwise he could draw on it several times that Manchester United players made mistakes in coordination.

Chris looked a little gloomy, shook his head and said: "I don't know, after all, I am no longer in Manchester United, and usually chatting with the Jazz will not involve the inside of the locker room, these are confidential."

Mordred was already lacking in interest, but now that he saw Chris like this, he stopped asking.

"Go to rest early, you will play in the league the day after tomorrow, and I will be rested again." Mordred said treacherously, Chris felt much better after being teased by him like this, and stretched out his hand to rub his face.

The baby's face, which was originally fat and clean, appeared again in an instant after being manipulated by him like this.

Mordred struggled to break free several times, and let him rub his face, he wouldn't hurt himself anyway.

Chris finally succumbed to the illusion of his obedience, and let him go to rest.

"Good night, dear." Mordred walked to the door and smiled back at Chris, then slammed the door open and threw himself on the bed.

He really can't come here!But Doyle told him that this would make his lover happier, but after all, in practice, Mordred wished he could run to the swimming pool to calm down now.

Chris, who was teased by Mordred, was also fooled. Mordred has never been a person who plays such fancy things, and it can even be said that his purity makes Chris, an old driver, feel a little guilty.

The one who looked back and smiled just now scared him to touch Mordred's forehead.

Chris covered his fragile little heart, and he couldn't fall asleep when he returned to the room.

The next day, Little Mini found that his family was lying down, and his brother Meilis was eating with his head down, with an expression that wanted to eat the plate.

Little Mini looked down at the broccoli on the plate, and ate it all with a flat mouth.

"You don't need to go to training today, let's go..."

"Mendez has already arranged for us to shoot commercials. Didn't you read the news yesterday?" Chris said helplessly after interrupting Mordred's spellcasting.

Mordred's expression froze, and he took out his phone from his pocket...

Last night, I muted my phone in order to sleep soundly.

I didn't expect that Grandet didn't rest so late.

It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing this time, Mordred looked at Chris. Before he could speak, Chris guessed, "I'm at 10 am, so you have to drive out by yourself in the afternoon."

Mordred admired his ability to see through at a glance, "I know, I will clean up after breakfast. What kind of commercial do you shoot, it will take so long."

"It can be regarded as a luxury product. Accurate positioning is a light luxury product, so it will be more troublesome."

Mordred took a sip of the salad and said: "This is the disadvantage of fame, but there is no way around it. Being famous means that you can bring more capital flow. If no one supports the football game, it is not far from the decline of football." It's near."

Chris was really a little shocked that he understood these internals, "It's really not easy for you to think of this level at your age."

Mordred looked up with some doubts, "Isn't that normal? Any industry will not go far without a market."

"But at least you don't have to worry about it now. The football market is very big now, so we are so busy."

Chris saw that he could see clearly, so he didn't say much, just to let him not think about it.

Although Mordred wanted to say that he was a little worried too much, he understood this kind of thing very well, but he did not refute and took a few more mouthfuls of salad.

When the time came, Chris went to shoot commercials first, and Mordred played with Little Mini at home.

Compared with some video games, Xiao Mi likes football a little more. Maybe this is a family inheritance?

In the backyard, Mordred fully transforms into a ruthless ball-feeding machine, "Mini, top left!"

Then the ball came towards him straight and fast, and Mordred gave him a thumbs up after stopping the ball, "It's great, it will be better to be more decisive next time."

Little Mini smiled brightly, she was a little angel, and Mordred was completely helpless as he clutched his chest.

"Brother Melis, don't forget to drive at noon! Papa asked me to remind you before leaving."

Mordred suddenly turned from intoxicated to heartbroken, Chris is a real guy!Is he that careless?To actually ask for a little reminder, it's too inconsiderate of him!

In other words...if there is no reminder from Xiao Mi, he seems to have really forgotten to shoot commercials in the afternoon...

Well, Chris was prescient, but couldn't the guy make a phone call himself?

"Auntie will come in a while, you can wait for a while."

"Okay!" Then he started to practice shooting against the small goal in the backyard. Even Mordred, who doesn't like children very much, has to admit that Mini is really good.

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I locked myself in a small dark room, my computer was locked and I couldn't check the information, and my head was going to be bald.

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