World Cup

Alan Cooper was born into a traditional family in the United States.The good life makes this authentic American girl have a halo of success since she was a child.

Accidentally discovered by scouts, the filming of the first Maybelline Flawless commercial, and the debut of the first suspense film, created the youngest winner of the Oscar for Best Actress.She was just turning 20 that year.

Alan Cooper's life is equal to the aura of success that has always surrounded her.During the prime time of her career, she resolutely chose to marry Othelloa, the England's golden player, and gave birth to the future England's golden player, Zoroda, two years later.

When Solo was weaned, everything calmed down, and then he couldn't stand the repeated bombardment of his old friend, director Will, and accepted the first movie after marriage...

Then he created his own beauty brand, as a producer and editor, and now in middle age, Alan Cooper has developed his own charity activities, surrounded by the glory of motherhood...

The sunshine in Greater Manchester is just right today.

"Honey, we said earlier that you shouldn't eat that rubbish, okay..." Alan Kupole was dressed in a beige blue dress, and his blond hair was neatly coiled into a sideburn.The soft face is only slightly serious in tone.

Zoroda got out of the bathroom in the morning and was adding color to his face. The golden sunlight outside the window shone on his golden hair, and the whole room was golden for a while.

The sudden arrival of his mother deepened Thoroda's irritability.She raised her eyebrows and pulled the bath towel to cover her hard-covered waist, which was only wearing underwear.

Maybe it’s because the mother and son don’t see each other very often. Zoroda would be very clingy to Alan Kuber when he was young, but now, Zoroda only feels that the nagging of meeting is not as good as the uncommon complaints and misses. good.

Zoroda loves Alan Kuber very much, but also annoys his mother.

Ignoring that Zoroda was still fiddling with the invisible white face in front of the mirror, Alan Kupole put down the tray in his hand on the white table, and put on high heels to reveal the temptation of bare feet. His calves were slender and slender under the skirt, He strode to the window, unlocked and opened the two windows with both hands, so that the smell of pizza in the room could subside a little...

"Baby, eat this quickly, it's all about repairing your injuries..." Alan Kupole fiddled with the polished knives on the dinner plate.

"We also said that I really didn't get hurt." Zoroda added a blush on his left cheek to complete the work, and took the dry-cleaned jersey sent this morning into the bathroom.

Alan Kupole raised his eyebrows: "Then let Mommy see, you always have to make sure that I can still be a grandma before leaving. Do you know that my heart would jump out when I saw that game? Or let me How about Mommy's doctor?"

"Don't be shy, my Solo, you are really not cuter than when you were a child..."

"At that time, only my mother had to do the bathing!" Alan Kupole complained in a voice, his eyes far away...

Zoroda walked out of the bathroom with his eyebrows raised. It could be seen that the curvature of the eyebrows or the small dent between the eyebrows was completely inherited from Alan Kuber.Wearing an England jersey, the dazzling blond hair is wrapped in a black turban: "You can go back to Afghanistan to continue shooting. Its function is best understood by its owner, and it has no problems at all."

Bowing his head, the green aquatic plants in the bowl on the tray, and the seaweed that has not undergone any processing procedures respond to Zoroda.

"Boy, you dare to mess around at this time!" Alan Kuber's green eyes flashed for a moment: "Does your old-fashioned father know?"

Zoroda nodded with a clear expression.

"God, Virgin Mary." Alan Kupole crossed himself in disbelief, "I, Solo, will ask Orsay. You better not lie to me."

Zoroda shrugged, indifferent.Kissing Alan Kuber on the cheek, he turned and walked towards the door.

"God, Orsay is hiding from me, he didn't tell me. Orsay will let you go?" Alan Kupoor followed Zoroda, and the deep eye sockets of Lun Methoroda became deeper because of the frown of his eyebrows.

Zoroda touched the doorknob and said with a smile: "Didn't tell you? Didn't you also say that he is old-fashioned? Maybe my dad also wants to know if he can still be a grandfather?"

Othelloa pushed open the door and bumped into Zoroda, seeing his son's outfit not very satisfied: "Didn't you be asked to stay here for two days? Yesterday's game was lost to Argentina and now the media is targeting England. If you are recognized, you will inevitably cause trouble for me!" Othelloa pushed Zoroda through the door again and saw his wife standing in the room.

Smiling, he approached and gave Alan Kupole a deep kiss, smoothing his wife's frowning brows: "Zoroda, you're making your mother angry again!"

Zoroda was wronged, and the answer was not what he asked: "I lost my things a few days ago, and if I don't look for him now, I will probably run away."

Pushing open the door, Thoroda lifted his feet and walked out. Othelloa listened to Thoroda's answer and analyzed it for a while but didn't understand it.

"Let's go after the baby is finished." Alan Kubol shouted to keep Zoroda. He wanted to chase him out, but Othelloa had his big hands tightly around his waist.

Zoroda was helpless: "Mom, I remember correctly, it seems that you put it on your face..."

"Orsay, look at the good son you have taught!!" Alan Kupole was holding the seaweed, feeling annoyed that his son had discovered his secret recipe.The little embarrassment in my heart also turned into anger and vented to Othelloa.

Othelloa squeezed a seaweed stalk and put it directly into his mouth to chew: "But I like my dear."

Alan Kupole stomped his feet and was coaxed by Othelloa.

Othelloa doesn't know that his wife travels outside all day, flying from one country to another every now and then, and never complains no matter how tired she is.Don't look at how gentle she is in the eyes of others. In fact, she is still that authentic American girl, straightforward, and a little childish in front of her family.Just the way he loves Osay...

Alan Kuber slid down half of the seaweed in Othelloa's hand, he couldn't help but cry: "Okay, I also know that this food is unpalatable."

"Orsay, Antonella invites us to dinner tonight."

"Well, Messi told me yesterday." Othelloa tidied up Alan Kuber's loose hair with a gentle and familiar technique.

Alan Kupole leaned back, leaning his head on Othelloa's shoulder and arm: "I lost the World Cup, which is close at hand, don't pretend, I feel sorry for England."

Othelloa laughed and groped his wife's tender cheeks with rough fingertips: "It's a pity that there are, and there are regrets. But Messi deserves it, right? He only lacks the Hercules Cup in his career. What we have to do now is prepare to slaughter him severely at night!!"

"You just think about it." Alan Kupole turned his head around Othelloa, with a deep smile in his voice.

"I really often think, I must be very pious, God actually gave me a man like you..."

Nesting on Othelloa's chest, Alan Kupole overflowed with satisfaction in his chest! !

The author has something to say:

My swimming muscles are strained, and I really can't lift my arms, so this chapter is so short and short.

sorry sorry...

bow……