football king

After a series of things, everyone decided to have a good time to celebrate today's victory.

In fact, it was simply an excuse to go out and get together. After all, only Barcelona had this kind of treatment before.

Mordred naturally agreed, but he wanted to go home and change his clothes.

It's a bit too funny to go to the bar to wear a jersey, although this jersey has no smell, and it still carries today's sunshine, reminding him all the time on the bench today.

Naturally, the other stars have to go home and change their clothes and spray on some perfume. After all~ the bar is a very good place to hunt for sex. Many romantic princes don't mind venting their hormones after the game.

After Chris sent Mordred home again, Mordred wanted to test his driver's license for the 230th time, but every time he didn't use the car, he would forget it...

Mordred looked at every inch of the mirror like the exquisite face carved out by God, and couldn't help laughing dumbly. He was really loved by God in this life without being rejected with this face.

Picking up his favorite bottle of perfume on the table, spraying it in the air, closing his eyes and walking slowly through it, the unique warmth of bergamot immediately filled the whole nasal cavity, as if smelling it, he could think of the warm afternoon sun shining on the paper on books.

Mordred raised his eyes, the sea-like blue eyes were mixed with a hint of gray, and the mood brought by the scent of the perfume became more cheerful. Isn't it because he didn't participate in a game?normal!

Mordred packed up and opened the door, only to find that Chris had been waiting for him at the door, opened the car door unceremoniously and sat on the co-pilot.

"Why don't you call me? It seems that I have to get a driver's license soon... The car you gave me is still in the garage, and it's probably covered in ashes." Mordred covered his face a little Said embarrassingly.

Chris didn't think anything, "It's okay, it won't take much time to take you along the way every day, but you really should learn a driver's license, it will be much more convenient, and some guys with high-sightedness and low-handedness will respect you more if you have a car. There's a lot of trouble left."

Mordred was moved by his words, but it didn't stop him from teasing Chris, "Is that why your garage is full of luxury cars?"

Chris has long been used to it, and a smile on his face completely lured the hormones out of him, "Yes."

Mordred stared at Chris for a few seconds before finally turning his head away, trying not to look at him.

When Chris laughs, Mordred always forgets that this is a man who is about to be 27 years old. When Chris laughs, he looks more like a child than him. This is simply a typical face lie!

Mordred cursed in his heart, while covering up the fact that his heart was beating wildly.

Chris glanced at Mordred, not ignoring the reddish earlobes of the other party, and his mood was even better.

When he came to the bar, the first thing Mordred saw when he got out of the car was not his teammates, but some tabloid reporters...

They won't give you any personal time, even if you come to a dinner party.

Mordred was already familiar with this kind of life, and he waved his hands to the tabloid reporter who thought he was hiding well, "It's getting dark, have you eaten yet?"

time to eat?Is this the way the legendary Chinese say hello!The eyes of that tabloid reporter were shining, and he was about to run to him to interview the well-known good-natured person in this circle.

As a result, as soon as the tabloid reporter ran to Mordred, he was stuffed with a hundred dollars by Mordred, "It's so late, you must be tired if you haven't eaten yet, go buy something to eat, and come back early Stay home with your wife and children, Ke shouldn't be wandering outside at this time~"

After speaking, Mordred waved to him and strode towards the bar.

Inexplicably, the reporter who was stuffed with a hundred dollars took the money and looked at Mordred's back with a dazed face. Is this what colleagues say is good tempered?Do you do this to every tabloid reporter?

Mordred had no idea that his good deed was considered a bribe by the reporter.

The tabloid reporter looked at the $[-] in his hand for a few seconds and finally put it into his pocket decisively. While starting the car, he comforted himself in his heart, taking money from others. He has professional ethics. As for the photos he took They were all silently destroyed.

After getting out of the car, Chris looked at Mordred with some admiration, admiring his willingness to deal with these dog skin plasters, God knows they are going to annoy these guys to death, they don't even know what private space is.

Mordred followed Chris into the bar, the lights were dimmed, and melodious singing full of rhythm was playing in the whole space, and the people around him were not so out of sorts.

The moment he stepped into the bar, many people discovered Mordred and Chris, but few people here have the fanaticism of ordinary fans, even if this is in Madrid, because those who can come here People are either rich or expensive, even if they really love football, they won't make too much of a gaffe.

On the contrary, Mordred saw a lot of people holding wine glasses respecting him from a distance, so he could only smile and nod to express his smile. The movements of Chris next to him were exactly the same as his, except that Chris's movements seemed a little bolder. Mordred, on the other hand, is much more elegant.

Just when Chris was about to call Ozil, the waiter next to him came forward with a commercial smile, "Excuse me, you are Mr. Mordred, Mr. Ozil is in the XXX box, I need to take you go?"

"It's troublesome."

Following the waiter's twists and turns, he finally entered the box.

The dim purple-pink light made the whole box mixed with an ambiguous atmosphere. The smell of mixed perfume made Mordred almost quit when he entered. Indole sense.

The last time they beat Barcelona and came out of the bar, these big guys were concerned that he was still a minor, so they didn't do these...fancy things, now that he is an adult, these big guys always say nasty jokes in front of him. It's a set routine, and I also asked him when he plans to end this boring life now, find a Victoria's Secret Angel girlfriend, or find a childhood sweetheart, and talk about a relationship that belongs to a star.

But now he is still cutting off his relationship with Chris and looking for a Victoria's Secret Angel?What childhood sweetheart?There is one bamboo horse, does that guy Doyle count?

He pushed the door open and came in. The bridge players who were rolling dice in the room suddenly stopped their movements, "Hey, our little prince is finally late. Come, come, everyone is waiting for you."

Speaking of a beautiful woman sitting next to Ozil, she walked towards Mordred with her straight long legs, and tried to reach out to hold his arm, but was stopped by Chris behind her.

The big beauty who was pushed aside looked aggrieved and was about to say something when Chris smiled and said, "Have you forgotten my existence?"

As if it was just a small movement to push it just now, it perfectly stuffed the beauty's complaint back into her throat.

"With your height, you can see you even if you hide behind Melis, can we forget you? Come here, here's this for you." Master Shui picked up a glass of champagne from the table, the alcohol level was extremely low.

They also knew that Chris didn't like to drink, so the glass of wine they poured for him was just a mouthful, and the glass for Mordred was more.

Cassie stood up and said to the familiar face he could see every day: "Congratulations on our victory today. We are getting closer and closer to the cup championship, leaving Barcelona behind!"

Maybe it was due to the environment, everyone raised their glasses and collided, and drank all the champagne in the glasses.

Then this group of stars began their chaotic lives. Under the dim light, Pepe took a microphone and started singing, and all the beautiful women around her smiled coquettishly, but the wine in the cup was poured out one after another. In the blink of an eye, there were already four or five bottles of champagne on the table.

Mordred took a deep breath and was about to solve his physical problems, when he saw a pair of slender fingers stretched out in front of him, pinching the light golden liquid in the wine glass.

"You don't look happy? You obviously won the game today, didn't you?" The Russian girl with blond hair and blue eyes tilted her head to look at Mordred, looking so pure and lovely under the light.

For some reason, Mordred subconsciously glanced at Chris.

As a result, Chris was talking and laughing with Captain Casey, and he could still hear the other party laughing from time to time while sitting here.

Mordred snorted inwardly, and set his sights on the great Russian beauty.

He took the champagne from the other party very naturally, and even sat closer. Mordred rested his head on his hands, exuding a manly humor, "If you watched the game today, you will know that I didn't It’s a pity to think about it.”

People are always willing to be a little more patient when it comes to long and good-looking affairs. Shea sipped the champagne in her glass and asked suspiciously: "Is it a pity that you didn't play?"

"Of course not, I just regret that such a beautiful woman like you is not a Real Madrid fan, otherwise I think I can leave a place in your heart?" Mordred got closer and closer, and finally stopped when the difference between the tip of their noses was one centimeter .

As soon as Mordred got closer, he clearly smelled the perfume of Saint Laurent Crow on Shia's body. This strong smell almost made him lose his sense of smell, but in order to maintain his image, Mordred insisted on not letting himself retreat.

Similarly, Xi Ya also clearly smelled the fresh scent of bergamot on the other party's body, which was incompatible with the whole smoky box, it was too pure.

Shia raised the corner of her mouth and grabbed Mordred's collar, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Then guess, have you left a place in my heart now?"

The heat hit Mordred's ears, and the hairs on Mordred's body stood up in an instant, and the whole figure retreated far away like a frightened kitten. After reacting, Mordred realized that he had overreacted.

Shia shrugged and picked up the lady's cigarette on the table, and lit it for herself.

I don't know if it's Mordred's illusion, he always feels that the lady in front of him is mocking him invisible...

Well, he was really ashamed just now, but he can't be blamed for that!It was her who attacked suddenly... Mordred, who was desperately making excuses for himself, just wanted to find a crack in the ground and slip in, pretending that what happened just now didn't exist.

Take a look at the teammates around you, which one is not at ease.

Just when Mordred was about to get himself back on the field, he suddenly heard Shea say to him, "You are more suitable for a football field under the sun than here, boy." Dredd took the champagne glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

The movement was chic, and then Xia got up without hesitation.

Mordred didn't know why, but he couldn't get out as if he was holding a breath in his heart, and he could only hold it in the end...

After another 10 minutes, Mordred finally calmed down. He suddenly remembered what he wanted to do before Shia came to him. The solution was a physical problem!

Men's self-esteem can sometimes make them ignore many things.

As soon as Mordred stood firm, he saw Chris push the door in. The two looked at each other in a strange posture, and the awkward atmosphere slowly spread.

They usually meet each other honestly, and even remember how many scars each other has on their bodies when taking a bath, but the atmosphere in the bathroom is different from that in the toilet.

Moreover, Mordred kept the posture of releasing water, and his expression was a little stiff, which made the atmosphere even more awkward.

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I hope you all enjoy watching, I am asleep _(:з」∠)_, good night.