[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

My heart tripped and almost fell to the ground.

Shevchenko helped her and hugged her tightly again—just kidding, at this time, if she is sent to the butcher, something might happen. Juventus' defeat but bloodshed in AC Milan's dressing room.

The little girl in his arms was quite restless, trying to break free from his shackles, and rubbed the T-shirt he had just put on in a few seconds.Seeing that the little girl was about to succeed, he had no choice but to warn with a cold face: "Lucia!"

"Andre, let me go! I must teach that bastard a lesson! He actually wanted to throw me to death before eating me! If I don't beat him today, my surname will not be Pirlo!"

Everyone came back to their senses after hearing it.I always feel like there are a lot of people missing in the locker room. It turns out that Pirlo just said something to assistant coach Tassotti and then went out.It's no wonder the kid is so arrogant today, he probably knew that his brother was not in the locker room.

"Lucia." A gentle voice came from the door.

Lucia immediately slumped, stopped what she was doing, and looked towards the door with a bitter face.

Andrea Pirlo smiled at his teammates in an AC Milan suit.

Lucia looked at Gattuso, looked back at Shevchenko, looked at Gattuso again, looked at Shevchenko again, looked around several times, and then the nuclear warhead behind him stuck out his tongue and jumped out of his arms. He waved to everyone in the locker room, and walked towards Pirlo outside the door.

After gently closing the locker room door, Lucia jumped on his back: "Congratulations on getting the big ear cup, dear."

As soon as the words fell, Lucia had the urge to go back and kick the door: the evil Ukrainian nuclear warhead, she hasn't touched the trophy yet!

Resisting the urge to bite hard on the ear that was close at hand, she snorted angrily.

"What's the matter, my little goddess?" Pirlo asked with a smile, already understanding a little bit from what he saw just now.

"Don't call me that!" She became angry when she heard that address, "That bastard Sheva, I haven't touched the trophy yet, woo woo woo..."

Huh?Didn't Gattuso provoke her?How did it involve Shevchenko?

"It's okay, I will take you to the bus in a few days." Pirlo gave her a hand so that she could hug her neck, "Lucia, you should eat more pasta, you are too light, No boobs yet."

Lucia's eyes lit up when she heard the first sentence, thinking that Andrea was indeed her real brother; after hearing the second sentence, she really bit her ear, she really was her real brother!

Pirlo took a deep breath and let go of his hands. Lucia jumped off his back, raised her head with a look of contempt, and looked like a cat with fried hair: "Not as big as your Deborah, okay?"

Pirlo smiled helplessly, reached out and put her in his arms and walked towards the VIP box: "I'll take you to meet someone."

"Who? Wright?" It is said that the new female killer Brazil kid also came to watch the final.

"You'll know when you go."

"Mao, play mystery with labor and capital." Lucia thought so, and said so.

The hand that was blocking her shoulder pinched the earlobe and rubbed it vigorously, Lucia could see that it was red and swollen without squinting.She stretched out one hand to grab the troublesome hand and took a random bite, then pinched Pirlo's waist with the other hand.

"Oh." Pirlo, who was double attacked, couldn't help but wailed, with one hand on his waist and the other hand on his mouth, blowing desperately.

"Hmph." Lucia stared at him hostilely for three seconds, then turned and walked forward.

But after only taking two steps, the people behind followed her and hugged her by the waist, and kissed her red and swollen earlobes from being pinched so hard just now.

"... Andrea Pirlo is your sister, not your wife. Damn." Lucia thought and said the same thing, her little face flushed instantly.

That's why Pirlo didn't do anything more, because they had already arrived at their destination.

"Andrea, is Wright really here?" The curious baby Lucia asked again while Pirlo was arranging her hair and clothes.

"People are more used to you calling him Kaka. Why do you care about him so much?" Pirlo, who helped Lucia tidy up, also pulled his clothes and led her in.

"Because I like him." Lucia thought so, but didn't dare to say it.

"I think we will have a common language." Everyone in the team is ten or twenty years older than me. It's rare to have a young boy within ten years of age difference.

"Mr. DeSciglio, this is my sister Lucia." Listening to this introduction, Lucia was not sure whether Pirlo heard what she just said.

"Lucia, this is Mr. EnzoDeSciglio." Pirlo turned to her.

De... de... DeSciglio Leo? Lucia froze for a moment, then turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Pirlo.

Pirlo winked at her.

Lucia showed a big smile, stretched out her right hand towards him, and looked straight into his blue eyes: "Hi, Mr. DeSciglio, I'm LuciaAndreaPirlo."

Looking at the other party's surprised expression with satisfaction, Lucia smiled even more.

"I'm sorry, but I was really surprised." DeSciglio took her hand.

"You're not the first to show this expression, Mr. DeSciglio. In fact, I haven't seen anyone who isn't surprised." Lucia took Pirlo's arm and leaned her head on his arm.She suddenly discovered that the guy in front of her with the same name as Mr. Ferrari, whom she admired the most, actually looked good when he smiled, but when he was sullen, he looked like... like a mafia boss.He looks about the same age as Andrea, but his temperament is very different from Andrea's. The Creator is really amazing.

"Enzo." Hearing the call from his companion not far behind, DeSciglio made an apologetic gesture to the siblings, "Excuse me first. Andrea, you must wait for my return."

It's a pity that before DeSciglio came back, the two were called back to the locker room by Maldini.

On the way back, Lucia began to gossip: "Is that the person you want me to meet?"

"Ah."

"Mattia's brother?"

"No."

"'Andrea?'"

"No."

Lucia pushed Pirlo viciously and frowned at him.Except for her teammates and family members, she really didn't listen to anyone, and she didn't know who would call him that.

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2004.3.15 Livorno Ardenza, Tuscany, Italy

Italian Army Airborne Forces Lancers Regiment Special Operations Service Group Base

The base did not fall into silence at night, the hovering pale searchlights and the rhythmic footsteps of the patrols brought a trace of coolness to this huge area.

Lucia, who was lying with her face to the wall and her back to the window, was a little annoyed by the light. She turned around angrily and lay on her back. She didn't like it and even crossed her legs. With one hand behind her head, the other desperately scratched the newly cut short. I have 1 regrets in my heart.

Labor and capital really shouldn't have come to this place!

Pity Laozi's long black hair that almost reaches his waist!

Although I have a physical aversion to being called "little goddess" and "little princess", labor and management really enjoy being patted on the head while pretending to be good!More embody the acting skills of labor and management!Often there is sugar to eat!

This feeling of being able to touch the root of the hair by pulling the end of the hair... Sigh... Lucia wept silently in her heart.

The only thing that comforts her is that when she parted her bangs in the middle, she looked very much like Andrea at her age in the mirror.Thinking of my good brother Lucia, I can't help but start to think about it.

The league is coming to an end soon, and this year's competition is quite fierce. If he can really win the 17th league championship, it would be so lonely not to have him by his side to mess around with her.And Shevchenko, Gattuso, etc., if the beauties fight with them, will they fight among themselves... (Bah, bah, bah) As for the trust team pet Kaka, whose smile is like Jesus descending into the holy light, she can't bear to go Thinking of the tragic scene of being thrown into the cold palace when I went back three years later.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Lucia, who is so cold in the world, can't sleep even more. Thinking of going out for a walk, she was afraid that she would lose face if she was seen like this on the first day, so she changed back to the previous posture, closed her eyes and sang Milan in her heart team song.

Milan Milan, soloconte, Milan Milan, sepreperte...

Lucia was woken up by a sudden wake-up call—in fact, she was woken up with a fright—and she couldn’t express without Andrea’s gentle wake-up sound and sweet and soft good morning kiss. I am dissatisfied with myself.

It was only a day before Lucia was horrified to discover how important a role her brother had played in her life.Even though he is married and has children, his care and love for her has not diminished even a tiny bit.

Mechanically brushing her teeth, washing her face and making the quilt, Lucia couldn't help but have such a question in her mind: Did she rely too much on Andrea before?Thinking of the other roommates who got to know each other very quickly when they met yesterday, but I seemed to be standing on the sidelines silently, unable to get in the way,