[football] this god

It's no use running away.

In the end, Cristiano tried his best to reassure Mendez that he would never mention such a terrible thing again, so that he did not occupy the ICU due to a heart attack.

But even in such an embarrassing situation, Cristiano still did not forget to text Messi.

"Why do you refuse to endorse a different product of a brand with me." He should have ended the sentence with a question mark, but at that moment, his self-esteem and the pursuit of control made him change the question mark to period.

Ten minutes passed.

"It has nothing to do with whether you are an endorser or not," Messi replied, "just not interested."

"The brand is very famous, and the contract amount has never been low." Cristiano knew that if Messi said he was not interested, it must mean that he was not interested and did not want to do it, but he still said this stubbornly.

"I'm not interested." Messi may feel that this conversation is meaningless, so he simply repeated his attitude and wanted to change the subject, "Any plans for Christmas?"

"Shooting the commercial of the sponsor you rejected." Cristiano replied coldly.

The air seemed to freeze.

Leo looked at the phone screen, his fingers hovered stiffly above the keyboard, and it took a while before they fell down.

"why are you mad."

"That ad was a joint ad for two products, and we could have met openly." Cristiano replied, but he knew he was lying.

Even if they met openly, they still had to pretend to be strangers, and it was even better to meet secretly.

Cristiano was just thinking that maybe Messi still set the reason for the rejection in his heart: We must be opponents-even though he knows that everything has changed drastically.Even Messi, who is texting him, is not strictly speaking the same person as "that Messi".

Leo didn't know this, he thought Ronaldo was just a little girl who couldn't suppress her heart and started to be hypocritical.

"If your family returns to Portugal around Christmas, we can still meet." Leo tapped the keyboard briskly, not caring about Ronaldo very generously.

This time it was Cristiano's turn to hang his fingers stiffly above the keyboard.

After a while, he continued the "dialogue".

"There is a home game against Chelsea in early November, you can come over," Cristiano said.

Leo frowned, "You take Mourinho too seriously."

What do you know... Cristiano rolled his eyes, temporarily ignoring the matter of "we must be opponents", "Who in Europe doesn't pay attention to Mourinho and Chelsea?"

"I'm not going, I have other arrangements." Leo also had to admit that Mourinho was indeed in full swing, so he didn't continue to entangle this matter even if he was not happy, "Just remember to send me the game video See you at Christmas."

"My parents and Hugo will go back to Portugal for a few days. You can come over on the 26th and stay until the 30th."

Leo thought about it for a while, "I don't live at your place, it's too easy to be discovered. Please help me book a hotel in the suburbs of Manchester."

"The hotel needs identity information, do you remember?" Cristiano sneered, "I'll buy a single-family house, the kind of house that is very common in the UK, so it won't attract attention."

Leo thought for a while and agreed, "I'm also planning a house in Barcelona for a while. My newly applied bank card will be sent home in two days - I applied after my birthday in August, but I haven't received it yet." arrive."

"Santander's speed has always been outrageous," Cristiano said casually.

Leo looked at this sentence, tilted his head and thought for a while.

"How do you know it's Santander? Did I tell you I applied for Santander?"

Cristiano nearly choked on his own saliva.

——About knowing what card Messi uses, Cristiano still remembers a story about a sad night in Zurich.

"A bottle of water, swipe your card."

"A bottle of water, swipe your card."

Cristiano looks at Messi, Messi looks at Cristiano; Cristiano looks at the card in Messi's hand, Messi looks at the card in Cristiano's hand.

Then he withdrew his hand at the same time, and took out a card from his wallet again to hand it to the bartender in front of him.

Look at it again, put it away and change it.

Look again, put it away again, and simply took out the cash - this time they didn't need to change it, because the two bartenders who were about to be driven crazy took away the twenty euro notes in their hands at the same time with lightning speed .

At that time, the two bartenders may have secretly decided to go back and ask their predecessors, is it possible to meet Messi and Ronaldo in a hotel in Zurich every year at the same time to go downstairs to buy water at the same time, and at the same time take out the exact same card to check out? However, after changing it twice, they both took out the exact same card. In the last time, they also took out the old version of the [-]-euro note that was stopped this year.

Although Switzerland does not use the euro at all.

"Why do they use the same card? And even the spare cash in the wallet is the same version..." One of the waiters thought that Cristiano and Messi couldn't understand English, so he whispered to the other.

The other squatted down to get iced mineral water, and whispered, "Who knows? Maybe it's a popular way among the girlfriends of football stars to take care of their boyfriend's wallets—if they also give their own wallets to their girlfriends."

"My girlfriend likes to stuff me with a lot of cash, she is afraid that the credit card machine will break."

"Anyway, I'd rather believe that this is the new fashion among star girlfriends. What else? I don't believe there's a telepathy between them...for God's sake, I'm still a Real Madrid fan. I will never accept such a horrible thing."

——Cristiano scratched his head and said to himself, why don't I know?Of course I know, I even saw the twenty euros in your wallet at that time.

But it is impossible to tell Messi this story, otherwise Messi must think he is crazy.

"Uh, I guessed it." He said casually.

Although Leo felt that as a well-known Spanish bank, it was not surprising that Santander was hit by a single blow, his instinct still ordered him not to trust Cristiano, "I suspect you have some small camera in my wallet, You really don't know that I only have twenty euros in my wallet, do you?"

The sip of tea that Cristiano drank to suppress the shock almost became the culprit that ruined his great and sacred life.

"Why do you only have twenty euros in your wallet?"

"There is no need for cash, but just in case, I will still put a twenty-euro note - ten euros is too little, fifty is too much." Leo explained his weird hobby in detail .

Cristiano was lost in thought.

——"Even in this era, it is outrageous that a person only has [-] Euro notes in his wallet." When Mendes "in those days" went out to dinner with Cristiano, because Cristiano forgot his wallet on the table, and had a chance to see him check his wallet to make this comment.

Cristiano glanced at him, confidently said, "Ten euros is too little, fifty euros is unnecessary—you can basically pay by card wherever you can sell more than fifty euros."

"Great, I'll write a memoir when I'm old and talk about the twenty euros in Mr. Golden Globe's wallet - that's not even enough to buy a random bouquet of roses for your girlfriend on Valentine's Day, unless there is a flower seller on the street Everyone can guarantee that each has a credit card machine.” Mendes laughed casually, “Feel it, on Valentine’s Day night, you and your girlfriend are walking arm in arm on a street full of happiness. A cute little girl ran over with a large bouquet of roses, and happily said to you, "Sir, buy a rose for your girlfriend, nine for thirty euros"——what do you want to say? "Can I swipe my card"? Is it reasonable? ?”

Cristiano is a person who refuses to admit defeat, and this applies to all aspects.

"I never buy roses on the streets on Valentine's Day. I usually order a bouquet of flowers when I order a meal. After all, I don't have much chance to wander freely on the street." Cristiano retorted seriously, "And nine roses three Ten euros, why can't I buy five? Twenty euros is sure to buy five."

"That's not romantic."

"But the basic elements of Valentine's Day are met, and that's about it, isn't it? If you've already bought it, why buy it on the street?"

"I'm more romantic than you even at this age, Cristiano, how can you still find a girlfriend?" Mendes glanced at Cristiano, obviously not understanding why such a person still has a girlfriend.

Maybe it's just because it looks good...

——Cristiano stared at Leo's text message, thought for a while, and tentatively sent a sentence, "Then you can't even buy a bouquet of roses on the streets of Barcelona on Valentine's Day, unless society develops to the point where there are flower sellers on the streets." A credit card machine."

Leo had never thought about this question before, and he thought about it for a while.

"Then you also bring twenty euros, and forty euros should be enough." He replied, "If you don't have enough, don't buy it."

Cristiano looked at this sentence and asked himself two questions.

How did this guy find a boyfriend?

Is it because of the buttocks?