Football God.

Putting his hands on Heinrich's shoulders, Ronaldo leaned back, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and waited for his body to feel more comfortable.

He wasn't about to get up, maybe because his head was dizzy, or maybe because the person lying on his lap was too quiet and warm.

Even though Heinrich had slightly opened his eyes and looked at him just now, Ronaldo was sure that Heinrich was not fully awake.

If Heinrich was awake now, the first thing he would do would be to sit up straight away, then hug himself and ask him if he was comfortable.

Instead of rolling around like now, and finally lying on my lap...

Well, Ronaldo admits that the feeling is actually great now.

The palm was picked up from Heinrich's shoulder, and gently placed on Heinrich's short blond hair.

Ronaldo is very clear about the quality of his hair, which is soft and has natural curls. In order to create a concave shape, he always touches hairspray on it for free.

But Heinrich's hair was different. There was nothing imprecise about the man, and so was the hair.

Soft and brilliant, when you touch it, the ends of the hair will feel slightly cool when you touch your fingers, and you will feel addicted just by touching your hair.

After rubbing and rubbing again, Ronaldo gave up this childish behavior after realizing that it was not messy at all.

Taking the suit jacket on the side and covering it on Heinrich, Ronaldo pulled the man's body into his arms again.

The Portuguese tried to shout: "Jarvis?"

Soon, a faint red dot lit up on the TV wall: "Hello, Mr. Ronaldo, how can I help you?"

Gently pinching Heinrich's earlobe with his fingertips, Ronaldo said softly, "Turn off the light, okay?"

"Yes sir, do you want to keep the food warm?"

Ronaldo was taken aback for a moment and nodded.

The next second, the lights in the room dimmed, and the tablecloth on the dining table covered with a beautiful tablecloth faded aside, and an incubator appeared from the table, and the plate with fried bread on the table was put away. Then the box closed and sank back into the dining table, all without a sound.

It's not the first time that Ronaldo has seen the black technology in Heinrich's home, but every time he has to refresh his feeling about the current world.

Ah, no wonder people are getting lazy...

Instead of looking at the dining table, Ronaldo lowered his head and fixed his eyes on his lap.Heinrich, who was facing him, had a smile on his lips.

Whether it was him or Heinrich, they had very little time and energy to take a closer look at each other.

Ronaldo is a player and Heinrich is a coach. Both have their own difficulties.

Fortunately, they both have the same goal and want to be the best in the football circle, so there is no conflict between the two of them in terms of work, and they will feel very happy when they can occasionally make videos or make phone calls.

But anyone would want to see their lover quietly, just like now.

Ronaldo's fingertips were already on Heinrich's earlobe, pinching it from time to time, gently, feeling the touch of the fingertips, the smile on Ronaldo's face could not stop.

In fact, he likes Heinrich very much. In any respect, this person is enough to like.

But for Heinrich's ears, Ronaldo will always pay more attention.

Because Heinrich is a person who can turn smiling into a daily life, as long as it is an emotion that he does not want others to know, he will always hide it perfectly, without any flaws.

But Ronaldo knows that there is one thing that will reveal his thoughts, and that is the ears that occasionally turn red.

To this day, Ronaldo will never forget that when he confessed to him that night, a light kiss made the blond man's ears turn red, and the earlobes looked like rubies.

Just staring and watching, I don't know how long it has passed, but Heinrich still has no intention of waking up.

Ronaldo saw that little Tom had also started to get off the cat climbing frame, strolling around, and he didn't care if anyone was watching, so he just bent down slightly.

His movements were very slow and gentle, as if he was afraid that he would get dizzy again, and he didn't want to wake Heinrich up.

Thin lips gently kissed the man's warm cheek.

Perhaps only after contact can we know how far Heinrich's body has recovered. He used to be cold, but now he is warm. The Portuguese who originally wanted to leave with just a light touch seemed to be bewitched by something. In general, he didn't get up for a long time.

He found the corner of Heinrich's lips, didn't smell it, but just pressed against it vaguely, and said softly in Portuguese:

"EU-te-amo."

I love you, I can't say I love you, every cell is clamoring to like you, as if I can't control myself at all.

But at this moment, Ronaldo saw that Heinrich's ears turned red.

At first it was clear and light red, and then it seemed to spread suddenly, dyeing his earlobe red, touching it, it was warm.

"Are you awake?" Ronaldo still didn't raise his body when he spoke, and looked at Heinrich with a smile.

Unable to pretend, the man's golden eyelashes, which were the same color as his hair, trembled, his eyes opened, and a pair of blue-green eyes slammed straight into Ronaldo's eyes.

Blinking his eyes, Heinrich stretched out his hand and pushed him: "It's close, it's hot."

But with this push, Ronaldo started to cover his head with his hand, and Heinrich realized that this person's head was still tied with a bandage!

Concussion, although I didn't use much force just now, but...would it make him uncomfortable...

He hurriedly sat up from the sofa, leaned over to have a look, but was hugged by Ronaldo in the next second.

Because he was too anxious, Heinrich stepped on the carpet with one foot, and knelt on the sofa with the other leg curled up. When Ronaldo hugged him, his face was pressed against his chest, and the warmth of his breath swept over his skin. ,Itchy.

Heinrich's arms paused, and it took a few seconds before he hugged him back.

"When did you wake up?" The man raised his head and looked at him with a smile.

Heinrich put his fingertips on the bandage on his head, and said softly, "Not long, Chris, why don't we stand up and talk?"

Ronaldo tilted his head, and confidently said: "I am not dizzy, but my legs are numb."

Only then did Heinrich remember that he seemed to have been lying on this person's leg for a long time, and it was normal to feel numb.

He wanted to move out, for fear of crushing his leg again, but was dragged back by Ronaldo.

After seeing Heinrich, Ronaldo seemed to suffer from a lack of hugging, and he wanted to stick himself to this person.

After a while, Ronaldo spoke again: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you, Idle, why did you let me come to Leeds United?"

Heinrich had already calmed down, and now he just looked at him with a smile: "Of course it's because of your injury."

"Then you can send me to the local hospital in Leeds. Jorge told me that there is actually a cooperation with Leeds United, right?"

Seeing that this excuse could not fool Ronaldo, Heinrich pursed his lips slightly.

After waiting for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand, gently held the man's face, lowered his head, and precisely bit the man's lips.

It was just a slight touch, but it made Ronaldo stunned.

Then, I heard Heinrich's voice with a smile: "Okay, I admit, Chris, I miss you. Since you are sent to Leeds Hospital and you can't participate in the game, why don't you stay in Leeds?" What about in the United Club? You can’t go anywhere anyway, and the lounge is connected to my office, even if it’s just for a few days.”

Are you so honest?

Still, I like the candor.

Ronaldo also laughed, and was about to reach out to hug him again, but a soft cry was heard next to his ear: "Meow~!"

When Heinrich turned his head, he saw the soft little Tom waiting for his beautiful blue-green eyes, softly barking at him.

Ronaldo raised his eyebrows: "What happened to him?"

Heinrich seemed to be familiar with this voice: "It should be hungry, but I want to see his training results today before giving him something to eat."

"……train?"

Ten minutes later, when Ronaldo looked at the small ball in front of the small door frame, tossing and turning up and down, and then shot out of the tennis ball server, his whole body was not good.

However, there are always various accidents when standing in the yard. After a while, Heinrich frowned slightly and touched his neck.

Ronaldo looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Heinrich smiled: "It's okay, it seems to be stung by something."

Ronaldo didn't care, turned his head to look at Little Tom: "Why, this cat has become so..." so powerful... Oh my god, if this kind of training intensity, if Little Tom is several times bigger, he can go to the first team Tryout!

Heinrich smiled and said: "It seems that he has trained obediently. To be honest, I knew Tom was a good material for a goalkeeper the first time I saw him."

Ronaldo blinked and seemed a little puzzled: "Why?"

"Black cats have a beautiful color. I like black." Heinrich said, looking back at Ronaldo, "Your skin color doesn't look healthy, but it doesn't matter, it's already very good."

...I actually lost to a cat!

The corners of Ronaldo's eyes twitched, and he changed the trip to Paris after the World Cup that he had decided in his heart into a seaside trip again.

He can't believe it!

===

The next day, Ronaldo went to the club with Heinrich.

There were no reporters blocking cars along the way, and no fans squatting at the gate of the club waiting to take pictures. This is really a new thing for Ronaldo.

You know, whether it's his residence or the gate of the Manchester United training camp, Ronaldo has always been the object of onlookers, and he can't always be clean!

When he asked this question, Heinrich responded with a smile: "Every month we will give fans some player signature benefits, including mine, and there is no need for them to stay here."

"What about the reporters? They won't follow you either?"

Heinrich smiled lightly when he heard the words, drove the car into the underground garage, and said lightly, "They can try it."

This sentence is calm and gentle, but the threat inside is self-evident.

But when they got out of the car, they ran into a person who also just parked the car head-on.

Heinrich blinked and greeted with a smile: "Good morning, Ricardo."

Kaka was originally smiling, but stopped talking the moment he saw Heinrich's neck.

He fixedly looked at Ronaldo, and then looked at Heinrich. After a few seconds, he smiled again, and pointed to his neck: "Boss, you are a little red here."

Heinrich touched it: "Oh, I was bitten by some little bug yesterday."

Kaka: Do you think I believe it?

Ronaldo: It sounds a bit unbelievable to me now...