[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

Only then did Brazil notice the Portuguese standing in the darkness, and the person who had no choice but to stand upright gave him a slightly complaining look. "Cris, you scared me."

"Don't worry about these details, baby, come and kiss me!" The Portuguese approached with a smile, pretending to be frivolous, and asked for a kiss. The Brazilian pushed him with a helpless smile, but in the end the Portuguese couldn't help it. There was a light kiss on his cheek.It was clear the Portuguese wanted more than that, so he raised his chin with a dissatisfied frown, catching his lips precisely.

In the dimly lit space, a kiss was so quiet that it almost fascinated the two of them.In the end, the Brazilian remembered that they were in the parking lot of Old Trafford now, and they might be seen if they continued to stay here, so they gently pushed the Portuguese and moved away a little. "Are you satisfied? Stop messing with Cris and go home."

"Okay!" Le Diandian got into the car, Kaka touched his lips helplessly shook his head and smiled, suddenly he felt a line of sight in the darkness looking in this direction, the sensitive Brazilian narrowed his eyes towards that Looking in the direction, he was just about to turn around to see who it was, but the voice had already come from the car: "Kaka, why don't you get in the car yet? Hurry up and go home, I'm so tired!"

"Here we come." The Brazilian finally gave up his plan to go there.Maybe it was just his momentary delusion, he finally smiled and threw his bag into the car, then sat in and let the Portuguese start the car.

When the headlights came on, the Portuguese reversed and turned at a speed that was very consistent with his own, and then rushed directly to the exit. In the darkness, the light reflected a dark shadow. There was indeed a figure in the place where the Brazilian was watching. Stand upright there!

The two people didn't know that what they had just done had been seen by others, so they just happily returned to their home in Manchester listening to the car music.

Arriving at the house, after parking the car in the parking lot, Kaka got out of the car and looked up at the house that he had visited before, and gave an objective evaluation: "It's so dark."

Yes, the house seemed to be pitch-black without anyone living in it, and he said that he was used to it: "It can't be helped, Dad has not been very comfortable these two days, and Mom has gone back to Portugal to see him, and although Alma is still with him Me, but her vocal practice in the company is also very tiring, I can't ask her to wait for me after a tiring day."

"So sister Alma went to bed first?" Kaka blinked and looked at him.

"Then what else?" He rolled his eyes at him, then seemed to think of something, and showed a standard "style" smile - not belonging to the category of bad boy, still rebellious, unrestrained and wild with a hint of wildness, But it can't make people feel disgusted: "Speaking of which, I have a surprise, maybe you will like it... maybe you won't."

"What surprise?" Kaka raised his eyebrows. He and the Portuguese were in contact almost every day. Could it be that the Portuguese did something on purpose yesterday when he didn't know?

"You'll know as soon as you enter the door." Pushing him directly into the house, turning on the lights, the furnishings were almost the same as last time. What I have to say is that there are many more pictures of Portuguese on the fireplace. Among them, there are also some advertisements.

After looking around for a week, the Brazilian still couldn't find the so-called surprise of the Portuguese, so he sat on the sofa and spread his hands: "Okay, you beat me cris. Tell me, what is your surprise? I'm really Curious as hell."

Yes Yes.The only thing that can defeat the Brazilian is his own curiosity.

She smiled and sat beside him, then clapped her hands: "You'll know right away."

immediately?

Oh, right now.

Kaka looked around and found nothing, but soon, he felt a little wet on the back of his feet-he had already put on slippers after entering the door.Looking down, a beige little milk dog is wagging its short tail, with a thick and short paw resting on his instep, lowering its head and happily licking and biting through the socks Touching his toes.

"Puppy?" The Brazilian bent down and picked up the little milk dog, which was obviously only teething, into his palm.It was indeed small, and he still had room to hold the puppy with both hands. "God... this is too small..."

"ricky." The Portuguese's voice suddenly came from beside him, and the Brazilian turned his head subconsciously when he heard it, and then saw the Portuguese's smiling face. "What's the matter Cris?" Although I don't know why the Portuguese called him this nickname again, the Brazilians are still quite happy.

"No...I mean." Pointing to the little milk dog in his palm. "His name is Ricky."

So... the current situation is that ricky is holding ricky?

In the exaggerated laughter of the Portuguese, Kaka petrified.

"Okay, don't laugh." In the end, Kaka had no choice but to put the little milk dog on his lap, and then reached out and rumpled the Portuguese's hair. "How did you come up with the name?"

"Because of you." Wiping the tears from his own laughter, he revealed a smile that could be called "jealousy among men". "Who made the gang in Milan call you ricky every day. Besides, don't you think this dog really looks like you? Especially his eyes."

Eye?

The Brazilian looked down at the dog in his arms, and found a pair of big wet eyes. Then he felt his hand stroking the little puppy's chin being licked by a tender tongue, and the Brazilian immediately His heart was captured: "Oh my God, it's really... so cute. Is it a little male dog?"

"Yes." He looked at the person and the dog with his hands behind his head relaxedly, and then laughed. "I'm serious, he really looks like you when you were young, and I think he will feel almost like you in a year or two."

"It feels like it." The Brazilian picked up the puppy again, and put it in front of him. The little milk dog seemed to really like the Brazilian, and licked his nose again, and the Brazilian put the puppy again. The milk dog held in his arms thoughtfully. "I was like this when I was a child?"

"It feels more like it." Waving his hand, "You were so cute when you were a child, it feels like a little milk dog all the time."

The Brazilian knew that the boy in front of him had an old soul in his young body, so he sneered, lowered his eyes and touched the little milk dog in his arms that had already paralyzed himself on his lap.

"Pedophile."

The Portuguese who was said to be a "pedophile" touched his nose and smiled again: "It's okay, at least on the surface we are compatible." Anyway, no one knows how old he is inside, only that he Now just 19, he is a rising star of hope in Portugal and heir to Manchester United's legendary number seven.

The Brazilian said that what he said made sense, but he was speechless.But he still wanted to know something, so after being silent for a while, he stroked the puppy that had begun to close his eyes, thought for a while and asked, "What breed is this dog?"

"Labrador." The Portuguese approached and poked the little milk dog's head, watching it take a nap after a while. "Although he is so small now, he can actually grow up. Moreover, this kind of dog has a gentle personality, lively personality, high IQ, and is also very friendly to people. It is not aggressive towards furniture like a husky, nor is it like a golden retriever. A retriever is too huge... Except that he is more sticky to the host, he has almost no shortcomings."

"Is that so?" The Brazilian tilted his head and thought about it, and finally nodded cautiously, "Well...indeed, it's a bit like me." Especially in terms of high IQ, gentle personality, and friendliness.

"So you see, when you can't be by my side, I can look at him, as long as I see him, I can think of you." Kissed his lips, then pointed to the baby in his arms Dog, "Let's carry him to the kitchen." The puppy's bed was placed in the kitchen, a very cute and comfortable little bed, and Kaka almost carefully placed the sleeping dog in his hands. The puppy put it in, and then said softly, "Good night, Ricky."

It sounds weird, but it feels good.

"Good night, Ricky." The Portuguese squatted beside him and said softly, then shook his hand. "Let's go upstairs."

"it is good."

It's not that there is no guest room, but the Portuguese naturally led the Brazilian into his room, Kaka was pushed into the bathroom, and he took out the Brazilian's spare pajamas from his cabinet with ease.

"Cris." Kaka called out suddenly, and the Portuguese, who was struggling with what kind of underwear to get for the Brazilian, responded subconsciously. Thinking that something happened, he pulled out a pair of underwear and stood up to the bathroom door: " What's wrong?"

"Do you think I should raise a cat and name him Cris?" the Brazilian asked thoughtfully, ignoring the fact that the Portuguese standing outside the bathroom door with their pajamas in their hands was already in a mess Landscape.

However, the Brazilian seemed to just say this, and after he came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, he never raised this question again, which relieved the Portuguese, who had been secretly nervous: Raise a cat?

joke!He doesn't know why the Brazilians think he's a cat, but he won't admit it!

However, the Portuguese has forgotten the lesson of the last time he applied for the university. Generally, when the Brazilian asks such an understatement, it is when he has made up his mind, so he brushed k during the training break on the fourth day after the Brazilian returned to Italy. As a result, I saw new news from the Brazilian.

me & cris.

Below is a photo, in which the handsome face of the Brazilian is put together with the face of a black cat that looks like a stinky fart. And proudly tell them: I am number one in the world!The one next to me is my new shit shovel officer!I have him covered!

And when he was gnashing his teeth and struggling with this photo, Keane, who had just come out of Sir Alex's office, patted him on the shoulder.

"My lord called you over."