ball magic

Hughes' question could not be answered for a while, the old Robson was going home, and Mourinho was still waiting for him.

Saying goodbye to the old gentleman, Javier looked anxiously at his younger brother and said, "Louis is asleep, let's go home? Oh, yes, Alex, you are my good brother, I will definitely help you choose a room." Your favorite room. By the way, are you interested in visiting my collection..."

Byron was pleasantly surprised, and chatted with him about his collection.

Javier has a collection?

Rafael wants to kick his brother's ass, is your collection the jersey that Juan wants to come?Or a car model?

What the fuck is going on in this idiot's mind, he doesn't know!

Raphael raised his eyes and glanced at Hughes, and saw that he was smiling at him, and Louis was sleeping soundly in his arms, with a peaceful and peaceful little face.

Raphael raised his eyes again, and looked at Hughes who was looking at him with soft incredible eyes, "Will you shoot with me tomorrow?"

This was obviously an invitation that surprised and delighted Hughes. He thought that his son was stingy and would open his arms to him in time, and also show him his own world little by little, but it doesn't seem to be the case now.

"I'm very happy." Hughes said with a smile, "but my marksmanship seems to be pretty good. You may have picked the wrong opponent."

Raphael looked at him defiantly, full of provocation.

Hughes smiled uncontrollably and rubbed his messy blond hair with one hand, "Let's have a look."

At this moment, the door of the dressing room was knocked, and Veronica's voice sounded outside, "Gentlemen, are you a group of little girls who need to dress up?"

Apparently the real lady was getting impatient.

When they hurried out, they saw her with her hands folded in front of her chest, her eyes swept over them one by one, she rolled her eyes when she saw Raphael's hair, and came over unhappily to fix his untied hair.

"I can't let you go out like this, your fans will think their idol is a slacker."

Raphael was noncommittal, but he held his sister's hand after her sister finished tidying herself up.

This was a rare and even a little clingy gesture, but Veronica did not refuse. They came to the parking lot together, got on the car in the empty parking lot and returned home.

"Home" is obviously an overly warm word, but Hughes loved this moment very much. Although he was not in the same car with his son, before getting into the car, Raphael held the heart that Juan had been holding in his arms. The ball was handed to him.

Hughes could hardly express his joy, but when he looked at his son with slightly moist eyes, he saw that he had turned around, waved his hand casually, and got into Veronica's red Bentley.

Hughes couldn't help but look at the game ball signed by the entire Inter Milan team.

"It's disgusting to laugh!" Byron hugged Louis and said unbearably.

Javier smiled, and said generously to Hughes, "I lent you Louis, Rafa won't rest assured that you will watch him. Oh, but he is a naughty ghost, you may have to learn to be patient with him."

"Thank you so much." Hughes expressed his sincere thanks, "Thank you, Javier."

Javier waved his hand, he wanted to create a little chance for their father and son.Even though, even at this moment, he was still slightly uncomfortable.

But who made Rafa like him?

Ronnie seemed to appreciate him too, even though the sourness in his chest kept fermenting, but Javier thought that he was already a father, and he should be more generous.He's not sharing his younger brother, but hoping for one more person to love him.

"It's going to make me feel awkward when you say that, but I want to ask you a question, what about in the car?"

After they got into the car and started the car, Javier asked, "Alex, did you give Eva any money?"

The car was silent for a few seconds, and Byron said slowly: "Of course! I brought the 'pension', the medal, and a letter..."

The light inside the car was dim, and they couldn't see Javier's expression in the back row. They only saw him nodding his head and saying, "Then I understand. I don't have any other intentions. I just want to know the answer..."

He paused and said, "My father is not a good man, and neither is Ronnie's father. Rafa should be different."

Javier's thoughts are easy to understand, but Byron's mouth moved slightly but he didn't say anything.It was Hughes who broke the silence at this moment.

“I asked Ronnie once and she told me that Eva wanted to move to attract attention and lead to the theft. I could have given her a sum of money, but in the end I didn’t. There are many reasons, but being a Father, I really failed to let my son grow up in a stable environment."

Javier was extremely shocked, not because of the damn thief but because of a possibility revealed in Hughes' words, "Ronnie? You've met Ronnie, and you asked her?"

"Yes."

"Then does my brother know? Am I the last one in my family to know about your existence?" Javier's voice was a little sharp.

"I don't know if Ronnie told him, and, I think so," Hughes admitted.

"Oh!" Javier lamented, he looked very depressed, but he didn't dare to blame his sister, he could only let Baba turn on his little horn and talk about some stupid things about Raphael when he was a child.

"This kid is a clingy guy, I remember one day when he was about five or six, a boy came to our house and he wanted to ask Ronnie to be his dance partner. Good clothes, and asked me to polish his little leather shoes, and suddenly jumped out at the appointed time to be a follower, and Ronnie didn't even spank his butt, but even danced with him..."

"Wait—" Byron looked a little disbelieving, "Ronnie would spank him?"

"Oh," Javier winked in the rearview mirror, "if she wanted to, she'd have an excuse to smash our asses out."

What a... what an awesome sister!

Hughes laughed, and asked: "Because of being mischievous?"

"Uh, what I said may be because of petty theft and not going to class well. Rafa is because he can always fight with others. Children of the same age are never his opponents, but there will always be brothers, and he will go home with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Well, Ronnie would educate him at the beginning, but later she couldn't help beating him, but the final solution was to cry for him, and he learned to be good!"

Javier concluded: "Tears are a woman's most powerful weapon. Anyway, I am afraid, and Rafa is much more obedient."

Hughes patted Louis who was still sleeping peacefully in his arms, and said with emotion: "You will be a good father. And you don't need tears."

Javier liked it most when people praised him like this, especially when he said that he would be a good father, and immediately shifted the topic to his son.

This car was very lively, while the other car was very silent. Veronica leaned on Raphael's shoulder and smiled silently when she saw that he was reading children's literature very attentively.

Raphael noticed the slight trembling on his shoulders and gave her a strange look. His face was squeezed after just one glance. He frowned slightly, but he couldn't let her go. Instead, he joked: "Anthony written in this book Is it you? Is it? But you're not that cute."

Compared with this ridicule, whether the hands on the face are loosened is not so important.Raphael closed his mouth tightly, making Veronica laugh again.

This derby started at 8 o'clock in the evening, and it was close to zero when they got home.

Javier was very enthusiastic to act as the host in his younger brother's house, leading the "guests" to visit and asking them to choose a room.

Byron and Hughes happily followed behind him, Raphael didn't say anything when he saw Javier doing a good job, Veronica was already tired, kissed her brother on the cheek and gave him a good night kiss before going to bed .

When Raphael went upstairs, he found that Hughes was arranged by Javier in the room next to him. They were talking at the door of the room. After seeing him, Javier waved his hand and said, "Albert is very happy to help me take care of Hughes." I'm not coming tomorrow, Rafa dear, good night! I'm going!"

After he finished speaking, he brushed past him and ran away from the building, which shocked Raphael a little-he didn't expect this idiot to run so fast.

Then he heard a chuckle, and when he looked back, he saw Hughes looking at him and saying, "I want to read Louis a bedtime story, do you want to hear it?"

Rafael reminded him: "Louis is asleep."

"I know, do you want to listen?" Hughes asked persistently again.

"No," Rafael flatly refused, "I don't need it. Do you want to take care of him? He is very naughty, and there is a one-fifth chance of waking up at night to ask for milk."

Hughes looked at Louis in his arms, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "If I can't figure it out, I will knock on your door. But I think he will be a well-behaved little angel, just like you were when you were a child."

Even Raphael couldn't help but remind him, you may have some illusions!Does the word cute have anything to do with me?

In the end, he just waved his hand and returned to the room, but was stopped, "Wait—"

When he turned around, he saw Hughes approaching, poking his cheek with a smile, "Don't you give me a goodnight kiss?"

This scene was so familiar that it made Raphael's silicon-based friend laugh in his mind.

Of course Hughes saw the refusal in Raphael's slightly narrowed eyes, but he smiled, instead he approached and kissed Raphael lightly on the forehead.

In the next second, his son had disappeared into the room, leaving only a "snap", probably to avoid waking Louis, even the sound was not loud.

Hughes laughed again, then looked down at Louis in his arms, and said softly, "Baby, let's start our night with changing a diaper."

This may be a difficult job, but sleeping Louis is indeed a good baby, and he is very cooperative in his sleep, so that Hughes is relieved to praise him as a "good boy" after putting on his panties.

The good boy's sleeping position was a bit ecstasy, it was in the shape of "big", directly occupying half of the bed.

Hughes put him in the middle of the bed, and quickly went to the bathroom to take a combat shower. When he came back, he turned over and fell asleep on his side, sucking his thumb with his small mouth.

If Rafa sees it, he will definitely be taught a lesson again.

Hughes gently helped him take out his fingers, only to see the kid smack his lips in dissatisfaction.This made Hughes smile and gently poke the corner of his mouth with his index finger. The kid might think it was a pacifier, so he rubbed it and opened his mouth to bite.

Hughes didn't dare to tease him anymore, so he patted him on the shoulder lightly. It may be that this action made Louis feel safe. He stopped looking, but pouted and continued to sleep.

Hughes just watched him sleeping soundly, looking at his little golden curly hair.

At this moment, time seemed to return to more than ten years ago, that was the happy time engraved deep in his memory.