[Football] Black powder daily

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In order to be able to carefully appreciate Cristiano's earth-shattering, unprecedented love letter, Mendes even went to a well-known ophthalmologist to get a pair of reading glasses.

"Unbelievably impressive, Cristiano," Mendes said with a smirk, "but do you realize a problem? Your so-called, emotionally intelligent love letter begins with an impressive personality. Attacked Ms. Mu - if I ask you, she will tell you that the breakup is entirely your own fault. Why can't you be more conventional, first state your affection, and then 'start over'?"

Cristiano was infinitely wronged, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out how to justify himself.

"Then what to do?" He humbly asked Mendez for advice.

"Do you want to break up or reconcile?" Mendes thought for a while, and then asked a question that damaged his wise image-probably because Cristiano's expression on him was too mentally retarded, the door Des had to deeply reflect on his understanding of Cristiano's EQ, and then tried his best to restore his image, "Considering that your EQ is too touching, I suggest you call her directly to apologize— - Stop trying to put it in words, Cristiano, you are as good at football as you are at writing, thank you."

Mendes satirized Cristiano with a proud face.

"I called her," Cristiano said.

Mendez finally started to take it seriously, "So she blocked you?"

Cristiano nodded—very coyly.

Mendes became extremely excited, "Then have you tried sending her a message or something? Just apologize directly, and then express your willingness to talk to her."

Cristiano showed a smirk, "Jorge, only people of your age will only block the phone when blocking--young people know that the phone is useless, only Facebook, ins, whatsapp social norm."

Mendes snorted coldly, "Yes, people my age won't do anything to blackmail people."

The two glared at each other for more than ten seconds, and in the end it was Cristiano who gave up the meaningless exchange, "So what should I do now?"

Mendes silently took out his mobile phone and showed Cristiano Mu'an's phone number.

That's why, five minutes later, Muane had to suspend his Friday afternoon meeting to answer the fifth call in a row from 'Mendez'.

"Mr. Mendes, I sincerely hope that you have something very, very important to inform me..." Mu An obviously ignored social norms for an old fritter like Mendes, and kept calling when he didn't answer the phone. It was very dissatisfying to go on with this kind of thing-but he didn't have time to finish how dissatisfied he was.

"I want to apologize to Mu Ning." Cristiano directly interrupted Mu Ning while holding Mendes' cell phone.

Mu An was silent for a moment, "You may not believe it, but Mr. Aveiro, I'm really not interested in my sister's love life."——talking nonsense with eyes open like a textbook.

"Signed jersey."

"I have—you may not believe it, but Mr. Aveiro, I have at least three: Manchester United, Real Madrid, and the Portuguese national team." Mu'an was proud of his collection.

Cristiano immediately sniffed out the profit from Mu'an's tone, "Add a signature to the off-field jersey."

"My signed Real Madrid jersey is the off-field version, and it was signed by the whole team. Believe it or not, I received five thousand pounds, and the exchange rate was still more than ten dollars at that time." Mu An applauded for his immediate decision.

"Signed football." Cristiano racked his brains.

"Mr. Aveiro, you may not believe it, but my collection is much richer than you imagined—if you don't have any other quotations, I will have to hang up the phone. You know, I am still very busy." Mu Angan Baba said.

Cristiano thought hard, but in the end Mendes couldn't stand it any longer, so he found a small note to write hints for him.

"????" Cristiano looked at Mendes suspiciously, wondering if this would work...

Mendez gave a thumbs up, which means: yes.

Cristiano was skeptical, "The Champions League [-]-goal record ball, signed by the whole team."

Mu An was strangely quiet for half a minute, and Cristiano felt uneasy: would he feel that he was lying to him?After all, no one can say when they will score the [-]th goal in the Champions League...

But he obviously underestimated the degree of brain damage when a collection of collectors and brain damage aggregates attack.

"I have a small Weibo account, which I hardly use, so I can lend it to you—post a circle of friends on Weibo, and circle her. I'll give you the account password later, and I can only help here." Mu An said, "I don't care if it succeeds or not, but the ball must be mine."

Cristiano was overjoyed, and immediately said that he could even sign an unequal treaty to Mu'an as a guarantee.

Mu An was very trustworthy, and within half a minute after hanging up the phone, he sent all the account passwords of the small account, and even specially sent the Weibo app download link in the appstore to prevent Cristiano from knowing how to use Weibo. past.

Cristiano lowered his head and started tinkering.

"but."

After a minute, he looked up at Mendez hesitantly, and Mendez felt as if it was not good to make a big deal.

"But, Jorge, do you know how to tweet in Moments?"

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