football king

Chris listened to Mordred's thoughts while driving, and the boy's clear voice slowly passed by his ears.

"I think Ms. Dolores...would care a little more about you than those rumors, so why not wait for her to find out by herself? It might be more acceptable to her."

Mordred was talking endlessly in the co-pilot, and suddenly found that the audience seemed to be distracted, "Chris... Chris!"

"Ah? I think you're right." Chris was awakened by the suddenly rising voice, and then echoed.

Regarding this attitude, Mordred was also a little helpless, "You are driving now, and you dare to lose your mind."

"Who makes you so fascinating, you can't blame me." Now that Chris has been found distracted, he said beautiful words of love with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Is that how you coax those female models too? No wonder they fall for it, because this Chris is really charming."

Chris, whose history was suddenly turned black, asked back dumbfounded: "Can I take this as a compliment?"

Mordred leaned on the backrest, with a slight expression on his face, and said: "Of course, my Mr. Chris, this is the best compliment to your charm."

Squeak——, the friction between the tires and the road made a sharp sound.

The car stopped in the garage immediately, and Chris approached Mordred dangerously. The dark space made the breathing of both of them very clear.

Mordred could vaguely see a silhouette and the hot air on his face.

Just when he felt in danger, moist and warm lips pressed against his lips.

When Mordred came back to his senses, the garage door was opened again, and the light shone on his face, making him a little dizzy.

"Hey, sir is home." Chris reached out to open the car door, bent over and turned sideways like an English gentleman, looking so elegant that he couldn't see the predatory side just now.

Mordred stretched out his hand to touch the still wet lips, and slowly evoked a smile. He leaned close to Chris's ear and whispered, "It's the first time I've seen you like this. You're very handsome."

Chris reached out to wrap his arms around Mordred's slender waist. Obviously the same athlete, Mordred's body was so thin that he could wrap it around with one hand.

Chris winked at Mordred, "You will see it often after you, this is Cristiano who belongs to my lover."

"Papa!" Little Mini stood at the door of the garage, his eyes were so pure that Chris let go of his hands, squatted down and opened his arms to Xiaomini, "Papa is back."

Seeing Chris like this, Mordred rolled his eyes and squatted next to Chris, and opened his arms to Little Mini, "Brother Meris is here to see you, do you want to give him a baby?"

The little mini who was still standing still suddenly stumbled over and ran over. Mordred looked at Chris provocatively, and then a small shell hit his arms.

The little mini, who was trained by Chris since he was a child, ran into him with all his strength, and it really hit Mordred badly.

"Brother Meris! Why do you think of me today?" Looking up in Mordred's embrace, a pair of pure big eyes made Mordred's heart melt. You! Our little mini is so cute, who doesn't like it?"

"Hehehe, I also like Brother Melis." Little Mini put his arms around Mordred's neck and was obviously sweetened by the sweet words.

As for Chris next to him?He has no sense of existence against the backdrop of the little mini.

"Santos, you should call me Uncle Melis, not Brother." Chris corrected weakly. Before the two of them were together, it didn't matter what they called, but now that they are together, this title always reminds him that old cows eat young grass , now Meris is 18 years old in full bloom, and they are almost ten years old.

Mordred also thought of this, patted the mini on the back and said: "How about calling me Uncle Merris from now on? This way I have a bit of an elder style. You must know that they bully me every day because of me. Maybe you call me Uncle Merris? When I get older, they won't dare to bully me."

The whole locker room really likes to tease him, but it has nothing to do with age at all, it's just a matter of personality.

But this can make Xiao Mini change his mind quickly, why not do it, fundamentally he is not cheating.Mordred's villain rubbed his chin, and the devil's tail came out quietly.

"really?"

"Of course my baby."

Little Mini glanced hesitantly at Chris, then at Mordred, and almost wrote 'I suspect you are lying to me, but I have no proof. '

However, the well-behaved Mini still called out Uncle Meris, with a small expression of grievance on his face, which almost made him cry.

Seeing the two adults leaning forward and back together with laughter, children are so cute.

Every time the grown-up Mini thinks about this incident, he can't help but lament these two adults who have no bottom line.

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The days went on like this, Chris and Mordred came and went to the club together every day, and took some commercials from time to time.

Under the leadership of Mourinho, the club has been on the rise and has not lost a game.

During the period, Mordred also returned to China to play a game, and every time he returned to China, he could feel the enthusiasm from China.

In a blink of an eye, time came to April 4, the Madrid derby.

Real Madrid's derby against Atletico Madrid was even earlier than against Barcelona, ​​and the smell of gunpowder was much stronger than against Barcelona.

To be honest, Real Madrid has a new hatred against Barcelona, ​​while it is an old hatred with Atletico Madrid.

There cannot be two tigers on one mountain, let alone a big tiger eyeing the Jagged Legion.

Although the fans jokingly call themselves cousin, cousin.

But when the derby came, everyone was tense.

The one who felt the most about this was Mordred. A few days ago, he was blocked by reporters at the door of his house and asked, "Mr. Merris, what do you think of the city derby?"

"As a teenager, will you play this game?"

Waiting for the boring question, for Mordred, this kind of thing is just a fleeting moment, and it is better to train for a while to worry about those who have something.

But he is poking here now, which means that the topic is equal to the flow. Everyone has long been paying attention to his fat, even if he leaks a little bit from his teeth, it is enough for them to write a lot.

If it doesn't work, you can start with a picture. The story is all about making up.

It's a pity that their calculations are still in vain. Mordred is simply a machine that answers irrelevant questions. The things they ask are not as good as they made up themselves.

This derby is Real Madrid's home game, and everyone in Real Madrid did not take this national derby seriously.

The consecutive victories during this period have nourished their pride. Mourinho intends to let them lose a setback. After all, there is still a game against Barcelona. It is a pity that the opponents they met some time ago were all promoted !Losing to such a team is shameful.

Mourinho's pride prevented his plan from proceeding, and now the most important key is before him.

Everyone is in a trance, and the probability of winning this game is not high.

If other opponents are okay, but Atletico Madrid is the embodiment of iron blood and unyielding, even if they give them a sigh of relief, they will grit their teeth and bring the score back.

Mourinho sighed, forgetting about those things, anyway, this game is good for them whether they win or lose. If they lose the Derby, they will be ridiculed, and they will lose against Barcelona. Unforgiving journalists can attribute the first two victories to luck.

Thinking of this, Mourinho patted Mordred on the shoulder and said, "Meris, no matter whether you win or lose this game, you must protect yourself."

Mordred was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir! I understand, after all, Iron-Blooded Atletico Madrid."

This is the first time he came to Real Madrid to play against Atletico Madrid. The atmosphere of this city derby also mobilized his fighting spirit. He wants to see if this sheet army, known for its iron blood, has the strength.

Compared with Barcelona, ​​it is a little more and a little less.

Mordred knew that a proud soldier must be defeated, but victory was as flattering as Co. Ka Yin, and even he couldn't help feeling complacent.

After all, Real Madrid has the best players. They cooperate closely. What kind of opponent cannot be defeated?

Not only Mordred alone, but the whole team fell into this kind of thinking, not only because of the victory, but also because of the good locker room environment.

They were in the locker room, they could clearly hear the shouts of the Real Madrid fans outside, and even began to sing the song of Mourinho, there is only one Ronaldo, come on Madrid.

In the locker room, Mordred put on his clothes and said to his teammates: "It seems that today we are carrying, the fans have even greater expectations, and we can't afford to lose~"

The weak tone made several bosses in the locker room roll their eyes, "We can't afford to lose at any time, let alone the same city derby."

In their opinion, Mordred is still too immature, and they don't understand what a city derby is.

The same city derby is a war without gunpowder. If you win [-] games, if you lose the derby, fans may curse.

Now this war without smoke of gunpowder is about to begin.

Captain Casey fastened his shoelaces hard and led the players to the player tunnel. Mordred put away his funny smile and followed behind his teammates.

Real Madrid players and Atletico Madrid players stood together, with solemn expressions on everyone's faces.

This is the second year that Simeone led the Sheets. The lineup is almost perfect, but the players are not as good as Real Madrid. From 11 to 12, La Liga has lost a total of 10 games so far, and they can't even compete for the fourth.

But no one will ignore the threat posed by this sheet army. They are like hungry wolves, ready to tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy at any time.

Those with bare feet are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Anyway, they can't even play in the Champions League.

Stepping on the Bernabeu turf, he once again felt the horror of the city derby.

"Ronaldo!!"

"Meris!"

"Higuain!!"

"Ricciardo!!" Real Madrid fans cheered their favorite star like tireless, while Atletico Madrid waved the red of the sheet army not to be outdone.

The author has something to say:

I really convinced myself that the draft box actually set a release time of 2019.9.6 on September 233333, [-]. Fortunately, I refreshed it myself, otherwise I would have to wait until next month.