[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

There is a saying in Brazil—boys play football and girls play fashion. As everyone knows, Brazil supplies a large number of male and female models with superior quality to the world. The kingdom also lives up to their country's reputation, and has produced one after another football stars who have left a strong mark in football history.

Naturally, Ricardo Leiter also has a place, and compared with his other predecessors, he is more likely to attract more people who don't know much about football and bet on him.

...Although it is really superficial to praise him with his appearance, there are still countless people who are intoxicated by the appearance of the Son of God, and the Brazilians lament from the bottom of their hearts that God is also the Virgin Mary. They finally have a handsome player, and He is so handsome that he is like a dream. Since he became famous in the year of his debut, Kaka has become the dream lover of girls on the streets of Brazil by virtue of his excellent skills, good conduct and high-quality appearance. Among them, there are naturally some male friends with special hobbies, all of which can make a Portuguese feel delicious.

——Everyone claimed that Kaka was their husband, and they didn't take him seriously at all? ! !

Of course, the Portuguese is dissatisfied. At this moment, he will not show that he will disappoint the two of them together, but when the two of them fell together on the soft bed, hugging and kissing each other, Kaka's mobile phone was very inappropriate. rang.

"Who?" Reluctantly raised his head from the shoulder of the Brazilian Bai Nennen and glanced, and then he saw the name flashing across the screen. "God, you don't want to answer the phone at this time, do you?" The Portuguese smiled bitterly, signaling the Brazilian to pay attention to their current situation, while Kaka reluctantly kissed his head and answered the phone. "Good evening Jorge, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"Of course I need you...are you by your side now?" The person on the phone was extremely helpless. "Call him over if he's not there, and turn on the PA, please. I have something to say to you two."

Wow, that's weird.The two looked at each other, the Portuguese smiled mischievously, then bit Kaka's lip, and said with a smirk: "It's so strange, this time you talked to Kaka and you actually called me."

"You were the one who was absent in the past, okay?!" Jorge roared angrily on the phone, "Now that you are both here, I can rest assured..."

Jorge Mendes was actually just calling to complain, and by the way, take credit for his two cash cows. After all, after the Portuguese willfully said that he would retire, he mobilized almost all of his people to persuade and instigated all The media came to keep him—but to be honest, he was just trying to appease the Portuguese's awkward emotions. He is a Portuguese, and he is the number one agent giant in Portugal and even in Europe. He can still clearly know the comparison gap between the two teams, even if he has it, he still has no hope that Portugal will win the Hercules Cup.

Unbeknownst to Mendes, however, the two men on the line weren't listening to him at all.Originally, when he first spoke, the two of them could spare some energy to pay attention to him, but they lost their minds after listening to him, and his attention was all on the eyes of Kaka, who was so close in front of him.

Kaka was just concentrating—or rather, listening to Jorge's phone call with relative attention. After all, although he called at this time, both of them were a little upset, but anyway, the other party was talking about more important things. It's best to listen carefully now, so that you can speak in unison when you face the media reporters tomorrow morning.

Brazilians who listen carefully to others have a habit of drooping their eyes subconsciously. At this time, the eyelashes appear to be so long. One couldn't help but blow on his eyelashes, and the Brazilian stared in amazement. When the Brazilian looked over in surprise, the Portuguese secretly smirked, and then smacked his lips.

"...So, you two must remember tomorrow. What you said is to wait and see the World Cup. Anyway, the two of you have been in a state of healthy competition since 06, and you must maintain it this year..." Hall He was talking on the other end of the phone without realizing what was going on on the other side, while Kaka was almost buried in the quilt with his head up, his lips and teeth intersected with the Portuguese, and his hand that was holding the phone had subconsciously and unconsciously Let go, the phone is at hand, he can make Jorge Mendes' voice disappear in another dimension with just a touch, but he can't even devote any part of his mind to it, but is addicted to it In this man's kiss.

He once kissed a girl, at the distant age of 16.The girl's face was already blurred, and her name had been forgotten long ago, but he still remembered the touch of the girl's lips at that time - it was a kiss full of lipstick and lipstick.Girls in Brazil know how to dress up since they were young. Their makeup skills are quite skilled, but the kisses through chemical products are always a little fake, and he can’t think of it except that it is a fiery red lipstick. Any memory of those lips.

When there was a kissing experience afterwards, he was already-this is really an incredible age for Brazilians, especially players like them, after all, Neymar already had a child when he was 19-and after 18 years old All his lips and teeth intersected with the man in front of him.His lips taste very clean. When you touch them gently with your teeth, you can feel the soft touch. When the tip of your tongue slides over, your taste buds can only taste the very fresh taste of mouthwash. Men love to clean and tidy themselves up very much. He would not allow his mouth to be filled with strange tastes, so just by pecking his lips, the Brazilian could tell what his mouth smelled like.

Lemon, citrus, or mint?

The intoxicating and refreshing atmosphere makes people unable to resist exploring deeper.He found a paradise where the grass is fragrant,

"Hello? Are you two listening??" Jorge's voice suddenly became louder, as if he was a little hesitant that the two of them hadn't spoken. After all, generally speaking, at this time, the two of them had already started to tease each other with a smile. him.

The Portuguese came back to his senses, and replied with a hoarse voice almost tearing his vocal cords: "I'm listening." Jorge said "Oh" and said: "Your voice is very hoarse today, remember to drink more Water. Then I will continue talking. I will arrange reporters to go to the player tunnel tomorrow, and then the two of you can stop and talk about some previous revelations..."

Neither of these two people paid any attention to what he said. They yearned for each other like fish out of water thirsting for water. Their lips could hardly leave each other's lips. The Portuguese couldn't bear to leave him at all. Ken left, he even pressed on Kaka and began to unbutton the pants of the two of them. In the end, Kaka patted his ass dumbfounded, and whispered in his ear, "You continue We're going to have to hang up on Jorge if we go on like this..."

Indeed, the Portuguese almost immediately imagined how broken their joint manager would be after they hung up the call. It's better to be patient.And he's doing it for their own good... um... it's just a pain for them...

Some reluctantly rubbed against the Brazilian's neck, then got up and helped the two of them take off their trousers, then smiled and sat astride the Brazilian, who was obviously already in good spirits In "Little Kaka", the Brazilian obviously agrees with this behavior, so he held the mobile phone loosely with one hand to prevent it from falling off to an unknown place, while the other hand was loosely supporting the Portuguese On the waist, a little below the shark muscle.

The Portuguese is still diligent in exercising. His body has been praised by countless newspapers as "like a sculpture". The touch in his hand is elastic and distinct, and the skin is tight with a matte-like admirable touch, so he doesn't even want to let his hand leave here.And obviously Kaka found a surprise - the Portuguese shuddered, then glared at him.

Oh, it doesn't seem like a place where you can touch it casually.The Brazilian was surprised for a moment, and then his brows and eyes suddenly turned up, revealing his big white teeth, so magical that the Portuguese wanted to suffocate him by smothering him directly on the pillow... and the pillow is on the other side, and he didn't want to move it, so he also Only a hungry tiger rushed down and smacked the Brazilian's lips hard, and the Brazilian grunted a little helplessly.

This is the second time...

"What's wrong with you?" Jorge was a little puzzled, he seemed to have heard something from the Brazilian?Kaka smiled helplessly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva-and this action may be contagious, and the person on the body did the same-then he spoke, his voice sounded the same as before: "It's nothing, we are in I'm listening to you."

"Then why are you silent?" Jorge finally felt that something was wrong, "I'm serious, you two can't just put your phone aside and go about your own business?"

In a way, the intuition of the Portuguese agent is really terrible, but Kakahe will not admit this, so the Portuguese took the lead in saying: "No, we are listening to you." Previous sentence: "We're just trying to remember what we're going to say tomorrow."

The Portuguese stared at the "Record" button on the phone that had been on for an unknown amount of time, and was speechless.

"Okay, okay, I am very pleased that you two finally have this heart, so I will continue." Jorge was very moved, so he put the disharmony in his mind behind him and continued, "Still Yes, tomorrow I will arrange for a reporter to ask you questions about friendship, including the Milan couple and the Blue Army couple, you are so smart and smart, so don’t let others drag you into trouble..."

He talked again on the other end, and Kaka and Kaka looked at each other, and at the same time showed a mysterious smile to each other, just like when they wanted to do bad things when they were young and didn't want to be discovered by their parents, they comforted each other lightly , Kissing each other, obviously in their own spacious big bed, the two of them acted lightly like thieves, for fear of making some big noises and Jorge would notice.

Although he has known the situation between the two of them for many years, it would still be a little embarrassing to pretend to be on the scene, right?And to be honest, although they want something more exciting, are they ready?

It seems that there is no...

Kaka was struggling with the slippery and "□□" things, so the movements of his hands slowed down unconsciously, and finally got out of his hands. He took a deep breath and stood up, so the Brazilian watched helplessly. He took from the lower shelf of the bedside table what they needed most at the moment.

"...I'll buy some here in case I need it." Facing his suspicious eyes, the Portuguese rolled his eyes guiltily, and at the same time carefully avoided the phone whispering in his ear , Kaka only felt a gust of hot wind blowing by her ears. "Then throw it away when it expires and buy a new one."

"How many years?" Kaka raised her eyebrows, feeling that her understanding of the world didn't seem to be deep enough...well, not enough, deep enough.

The smile of the person in front of him was too gentle and sweet, and there seemed to be Widowmaker blooming behind him, and he shuddered subconsciously. At the same time, he silently despised that he had been reborn on a dog for so many years, no matter how many times he looked at Kaka. Too cowardly: "Well... just that time, after mom asked us to buy Jissbon, you were the one to choose the taste, remember?"

...Of course he has an impression. Looking back on his many years of experience, that was the most embarrassing time, right? !

"This should not be called taste, but type." Kaka was helpless. He subconsciously wanted to get up and talk to the Portuguese about the difference, but the Portuguese who was mistaken for him as he was leaving hurriedly pulled him back, " With a bang, the two collided heavily—just like many years ago, whoever dies will suffer. The Portuguese is so painful that his eyes are about to come out, but he doesn’t let go. The Brazilian is holding his head and is helpless. .

What kind of evil did the two of them do...

"So you keep buying this type?" Kaka, who finally got over the pain, frowned and looked at him helplessly. "You are too persistent." Over the years, I have been buying a box of things I don't use, and they are still of the same brand and style! "You picked it." The Portuguese was a little embarrassed, "You can use it if you like."

The eyes of the Brazilians have changed.

And the Portuguese showed him a suave... smirk.

"I know, even though you don't say it, you still mind it very much, you have always minded it." Unscrewed the run oil and applied it on his hands seriously, then held the little Kaka, and touched it with his cold hand Coming up, the Brazilian took a breath of cold air, but he didn't say anything, just looked at the Portuguese, his eyes were amazingly bright.

"I know you have always cared about my past, even if it was my last life." The Portuguese took a deep breath, he naturally knew the Brazilian's single-minded thinking and what he wanted, but that was his In the past, that was the past without Kaka's participation, maybe the person in front of him was just jealous, maybe he was just warning...or something else.

But he admitted it, he admitted it all.Whoever makes himself unlucky forgets that he has been chasing after life from past life to present life without hesitation.

"Um……"

It is not known who made the sound first, and who first found the other's lips again. They clasped their fingers tightly, and the two worlds merged into one.

The lights in the house were turned off, and the house was very dark, except for the stars and a bright moon outside the window.Everyone seems to have fallen asleep, everything is silent, the whole world seems to be only the sound of the two of them breathing, and the sound of sweat dripping between their eyebrows and eyes being sucked and licked.

The windows were not closed tightly. The wind from the Iberian Peninsula drifted in from the window, gently stirring their curtains, and the curtains filtered the wind, making a soft sound.Kaka's feet rubbed against the soft quilt, and he couldn't even see the scene in front of him clearly, only vaguely felt that the man was smiling at him, shining like a diamond.

"Cris..." He sighed and stretched out his hands to caress the man's cheeks, stroked his chest, and slid across his body that was so exercised that people couldn't look away. Under the dim moonlight, the man covered in sweat seemed to be flashing all over his body. Glowing with light, it shone like fish scales.His mermaid gave up the freedom to swim in the sea for him, drank the poison and grew her legs for him, just so that one day she could walk by his side and stand side by side with him.

"I love you." The man murmured, his expression seemed to be crying but not smiling, and he didn't know whether it was tears or sweat that slid down his cheeks.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." The man whispered in his ear over and over again in a hoarse voice, as if he wanted to pour out all the unspoken love in his past and present lives, and his heart was almost broken He hugged people into his arms.

When the two of them tidied up exhaustedly and lay down, Kaka looked at the drowsy expression of the man beside him, hesitated for a while before asking softly: "Cris?"

"Huh?" The Portuguese was really sleepy, but he still cheered up and looked at Kaka.

"In the last life...was I an asshole?" The Brazilian who asked this question was a little confused, but he still looked at the man very seriously, wanting to hear his real answer, and he was stunned for a while before he sneered. : "Yeah, you're an asshole."

Kaka couldn't help feeling depressed, but just as he was about to cheer up and say something to change the subject, the Portuguese turned over and hugged him tightly, muttering in a low voice: "You're a bastard that you can't give up. .”

Kaka blinked, couldn't help laughing, and kissed the man's brow: "I love you."

"Me too." The man almost murmured, the last letter was vaguely on his lips, and he had already fallen asleep.Kaka smiled and kissed his forehead: "Good night, sweet dreams." Then he also closed his eyes.

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Did they both forget something?

Did you forget something? ? ?

Brother Jam, where's your phone? ! ! !

Jorge Mendes is almost broken...