Football God.

Heinrich always knew that Ronaldo was going to have a child with the same name as him.

Cristiano Ronaldo, a child destined to be extraordinary in Ronaldo's view.

But now I suddenly discovered that this child will change from "Ronaldo's son" to "our son", and his mood changed instantly.

Heinrich leaned over to look at the picture of little Chris. The child on it was actually not very cute. Unlike those photos with countless filters added, little Chris still looked a little blurry.

But just that small one made Heinrich's heart soften, and he subconsciously touched Ronaldo's stomach.

Then I touched my abs.

……puff!

This action caused Moritz, who was watching, to get the coffee he just drank stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down. If Jarvis hadn't come over in time to pat him on the back, I'm afraid Moritz would really spray the coffee come out!

If such a disgraceful thing really happened, Moritz would probably have to close the door to thank guests for a week and copy the house rules a hundred times!

His face became colder, he took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, Moritz's eyes trembled slightly: "Does Edel think his little boyfriend has any special talents?"

Although Jarvis has been humanized, he is not a real person after all, and his words are rigid: "At present, this is a difficult problem that has no homework in science. May I ask sir, do we need to increase investment in this area?"

The corners of Moritz's eyes twitched even more. He took them off and rubbed them involuntarily: "No, no need."

Just as they were talking, Ronaldo also responded.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Heinrich touching his stomach, but instead raised his head: "I've been very strong in my waist and abdomen recently."

This is not because Ronaldo is showing off on purpose, but because his current focus is actually on the exercise of the back and waist, especially when exercising muscles, the upper body and lower body are necessary, so the middle waist and abdomen are naturally It should also be included in the plan, otherwise it is easy to cause injury.

But Heinrich had another explanation for this sentence: "Dear Chris, my body is not fully recovered yet."

"...???"

Heinrich's smile remained unchanged, as if what he said was as simple as eating and drinking: "Dr. Braque told me that if you want to be healthy, it's best not to have sex too early."

"..." Ronaldo's smile froze on his face, and his ears turned red, "No, I don't have any hints... No, I didn't say anything."

Although Heinrich has never been in a relationship, he feels that he and Ronaldo are both adults, and there is nothing that cannot be discussed about these matters.

In other words, Mr. Heinrich has only theoretical common sense up to now, and has no actual combat operations, so he is fearless.

On the contrary, Ronaldo's ears turned red suddenly, and he subconsciously grabbed Heinrich's wrist, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say just now.

Turning his head, he met Heinrich's eyes, and Ronaldo subconsciously wanted to lean over and kiss the corner of his mouth.

But in the end he chose to stop, because he suddenly realized that he was eating and his lips were a little oily...

Picking up a strawberry and stuffing it into Heinrich's mouth, the Portuguese finally calmed down: "Let's eat."

Heinrich nodded with a smile, and sat back on the chair with a smile.

When Little Tom finally ate the dried fish, the candlelight lunch was finally coming to an end.

"I think we can clean up here." Heinrich stuffed the last bite of salmon into his mouth and looked at Ronaldo with a smile.

Ronaldo coughed lightly. In order to prevent the juice from the petals from staining the carpet, he rolled up Heinrich's small woolen rug and moved it away. The petals on the floor are still bright, but Ronaldo knew that they had better put them away now. These are packed.

Otherwise, the next day, watching the petals wither...

Well, Ronaldo couldn't think of such a literary thing. His logic is that if you don't clean up now, you will clean up tomorrow anyway. It's better to clean it up earlier.

Standing up silently, Ronaldo complained in his heart: The novels that Rooney found for him are not realistic at all, there are always a lot of things in them, and in the end, don’t they still need to be cleaned up by themselves?

The gap between ideal and reality is too big!

In fact, there is an automatic cleaning device at home, but Heinrich did not open his mouth. He looked at the man who unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his strong forearm muscles, and wiped the floor with a serious face, and suddenly felt He looks so good.

Serious men are always attractive.

Of course, if Ronaldo knows that his current appearance has attracted Heinrich, causing him to mop the entire living room floor by himself, and leave the smart housekeeping robot idle, I am afraid he will choose to give up now!

Ronaldo regards doing housework as a pastime after dinner, while Heinrich stood up, walked back and forth, reached out to catch Tom when he rushed towards him, held the little guy in his arms, and thought about it , at an angle that Ronaldo couldn't see, he took out his mobile phone.

Opening the post he just published, Heinrich put on a trumpet.

'LZ: After a nice lunch, no proposal, no ring, nothing. '

'……I do not believe!Send flowers!All dressed up!It's all candlelight!If you don't propose, why do you do this! '

'Sister of the host, did your boyfriend do something sorry for you? =. ='

'Why don't you try him? '

'I always feel that things are not so simple.I seriously suspect that LZ's boyfriend is a straight man of steel, straight and straight. Is he learning the routines in garbage TV dramas? '

'LZ: He studied novels. '

'Oh, straight men are straight'

'Heh, the straight man is straight +1'

'Heh, the straight man is straight +2'

……

Heinrich felt that he could not get any effective information, and was about to close the post when he suddenly saw an inconspicuous reply.

'If he did propose, would you say yes? '

Heinrich thought for a while, and typed a reply: 'I will. '

Moritz, who was recovered by Heinrich just after asking a question, was too late to be happy, and was soon stiffened in front of the computer by his brother's response.

His hand on the table clenched into a fist, loosened, and clenched again.

"Jarvis, block this website." A group of people have nothing to do at ordinary times, they push others to propose marriage every day, what kind of marriage proposal!

"Ok sir."

In the next second, 404 was displayed on the smooth forum just now.

But soon, Moritz changed his mind: "Forget it, let's recover."

"Ok sir."

"Put me through to Madame Dolores."

"Ok sir."

After the call was connected, Moritz changed his usual indifference, and said in a very polite tone: "Mrs. Dolores, hello, I'm Moritz. Maybe we can find a suitable time to meet? My Parents want to see you very much...Of course, the time can be allocated, we will contact you later."

Unaware that the parents on both sides started to ventilate again, Heinrich yawned.

Leeds United usually take a nap, but Heinrich is not in this ranks. He let the players take a nap so that each player can have sufficient physical fitness and energy to deal with the training and courses in the afternoon, and a proper nap is very important There are also benefits to the physical development of the players.

Heinrich needs to use this period of time to deal with the affairs of the club. Mr. Heinrich, who lives a regular life, will take a small break at noon, but rarely sleeps seriously.

But this time, because I just came back from Schalke, I was also discussing tactics with the coaching staff on the way, so I haven't had a serious rest.

Now that I am full, the afternoon sun shines on my body warmly, holding a warm little Tom in my arms, standing in front of my lover who has just finished cleaning the floor and looking at him...

Heinrich, sleepy.

Ronaldo looked at Heinrich who seemed to be in a daze over there, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but this time Heinrich preempted him again.

"I want to go up and sleep, Chris, together?"

of course.

Ronaldo even forgot how she lay next to Heinrich, and when she came back to her senses, she had already changed into pajamas, lying on a soft bed, covered with a quilt.

Beside him was Heinrich who also changed into pajamas and yawned.

He completely forgot how he changed into his pajamas. Ronaldo didn't even think about why Heinrich would have pajamas suitable for him here. His body moved faster than his head.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Heinrich's waist, and pulled the belt into his arms.

Heinrich's body temperature was much better than before, it was no longer that cold, but his body temperature was still low.

C Luo simply put one arm under the man's head, the other hugged him, and tightly wrapped Heinrich with his body.

Of course, the fact that Heinrich's knee touched his calf fully explained the difference in height, and Mr. Cristiano chose to ignore this problem willfully.

Touching Heinrich's forehead with his own, Ronaldo said softly: "I saw Owen hugging you yesterday."

Heinrich yawned again, forcing some water vapor out of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "We are good friends."

"I know, but at that time I thought, I want to come over and give you a hug."

In fact, Heinrich has never known the purpose of Ronaldo's sudden arrival, and now he vaguely understands that this top superstar who has been favored by him from the beginning is just jealous.

Well, that's a reason too, and it sounds pleasant.

Heinrich embraced Ronaldo's shoulders with his backhand, and got closer, because his face was facing the man's neck, and his voice became a little muffled: "Congratulations on fulfilling your wish, dear Chris , go to bed now, good afternoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, it didn't take long for Heinrich to fall asleep, his breathing was steady, and his expression was peaceful.

Ronaldo looked down at Heinrich unconsciously, eyes open, not sleepy at all.

It was already evening when Heinrich woke up, his eyes were a little confused, but soon became clear, and when he raised his head, he met Ronaldo's eyes.

Not feeling sleepy at all, apparently staring at himself for hours.

Before Heinrich could speak, Ronaldo lowered his head and precisely pressed the lips of the blond man with a smile in his voice: "Good evening, dear Edel."