[Pseudo Criminal Minds]Gimmick Game

Cover her eyes: "Minors should not look at pregnant women."

"..." Lucia pushed his palm away with one finger: "Do you think my sister-in-law has such a divine physique, who knows who is pregnant."

"..." Taking advantage of Andrea's inconvenient movement at this time, Lucia jumped up and down in front of Deborah, and gently covered her stomach with her hand: "How old is it?"

"17 weeks." Her face was filled with maternal brilliance, "it's a girl."

Lucia's eyes lit up "swish", "Really?"

Deborah nodded with a smile.

She touched her slightly raised belly a few more times.Hug her tightly: "It's brother and sister, it's really great."

She originally planned to stay in Brescia for a day before going back to Milan to look for Andrea, but now she not only met him in advance, but also met her sister-in-law and nephew, and even touched her unborn little niece. Surprises came one after another, and she was very happy It's hard to find the north.When Brother Ivan came back with a big bag of vegetables, she viciously carried her to the kitchen as vegetables, and she didn't resist at all. She put on her apron and was ready to start work.

The parents, sister-in-law, second brother and sister-in-law who didn't know why hurriedly stopped her, and attacked the boss's behavior: how can you let the younger sister who hasn't been home for two years go to work as soon as she comes back?Brother Ivan quit, and described in detail how he was severely frightened in the afternoon.

"Who are you to blame for your poor skills?" Papa Luigi concluded his statement.

"@#￥%&*...Blame me." Poor brother Ivan raised his hand in surrender.

Lucia took the opportunity to get into the kitchen and was busy, looking at the long-lost familiar scene with the corners of her lips curled up, feeling the warmth of home.But when she thought of going back to Milan tomorrow to face those miscellaneous things, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Shevchenko is leaving, Rui Costa is leaving, the phone scandal is raging, AC Milan's punishment is still undecided, and with the upcoming World Cup in Germany, her football circle is really very lively.It's a pity that Shevchenko told her during the phone call at night that he had already returned to Ukraine in order to prepare for the World Cup, and she had no time to meet him. Lucia felt empty in her heart, not knowing how to make up for this regret. After Cannavaro left, she was particularly afraid of the word "separation", for fear that it would become forever if she was not careful.

"Andre, are you really leaving?" Lucia's voice was quite low.

"I'm afraid so, Lucia. I can't imagine being separated from Christine." The voice of the Ukrainian nuclear warhead on the phone was also a little floaty.

Lucia fell silent for a moment.She did not go to last year's Champions League final, nor did she enter AC Milan's locker room during the intermission, so she does not comment easily on various rumors in the media. She does not want to go to the owner of the rumors at this time. Say more, because you don't know what to say.

"Lucia?"

She didn't dare to ask questions like "Can I still see you wearing a red and black sword-striped shirt in San Siro?" Thousands of words can only be turned into a blessing: "I am here. I hope you can have a good life in London." Well, Andre. Hope you do well in Germany too."

"Thank you, come and visit me in London when you are free."

After hanging up the phone, she simply went to Andrea and asked about the situation of AC Milan's international players. She called if she was going to leave, and met if she didn't.To put it bluntly, the protagonist of this paragraph is Kaka, ╮(╯_╰)╭

"Brazil, I want your wedding cake! (╯3╰)"

"Ah."

"Brazil boy, you left without waiting for me to come back! ⊙︿⊙"

"Ah."

"Brazil boy, I want to hug your son to play. ⊙﹏⊙"

"Ah."

"..." Well, well, it sounds like who is abnormal in this passage.

"Lucia."

"Si?"

"I haven't had your birthday cake in two years."

"Uh……"

"I'm gone and you haven't come back yet."

"what……"

"I don't have a son yet, but when will you let me hold your son for fun?"

"...Rich, what are you talking about? I can't hear you because of the jet lag." ⊙△⊙|||

Well...so scary!Is it really the docile and pure Kaka on the other end of the phone and not some pirated goods? TAT

Lucia and Andrea's family returned to Milan at noon the next day, helping him prepare his luggage for Germany, and discussing with him very seriously which one is more suitable for him, Real Madrid or Barcelona, ​​and whether Capello is reliable.If she could predict the future, she would definitely be beating her chest for asking for leave at this time, and in fact, she would indeed have the same reaction after more than a month.

At the Fiumicino Airport in Rome, she joked, "Comrades must work very hard in this extraordinary period. If you don't get a cup, you won't come back to see Jiangdong's elders." .

"Nothing else this is just an Azzurri ardent wish."

"Then let's take back the Hercules Cup, and you have to drink with us at the award ceremony." Gattuso, who had finally seized the opportunity to bury her, said.

"No problem!" Brother Lucia patted him on the shoulder and agreed.Buffon Limara came to captain Cannavaro to testify, and she almost didn't let her make a written statement.

"You have to trust someone... from the Pirlo family."

"Hey..." Gattuso, who was often bullied by her brother, obviously quit, his eyes turned back and forth between the two Pirlos, "Talking is screwed, there is no credibility."

In fact, what she wanted to say was "you have to trust a GIS", but the words were too scary to say, so she could only turn a corner abruptly.

At least she got rid of this problem and sent a group of elders to the plane. Facing the flow of people coming and going in the spacious hall, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Since she had some understanding of her life experience, her feelings for Luigi's family were more gratitude and guilt.She also tried to think like she did before when she didn't know anything, and it was true when she first entered the house, but after a short period of time, she found that she still couldn't do it after all.Especially when she saw Deborah's swollen belly, she felt like knocking over various seasoning bottles in her heart, and felt strongly that she had completely lost Andrea.

The female relatives around were not chattering beside Totti's wife Brassie, they didn't know what they were talking about, but it sounded like a flock of sparrows to Lucia's ears.She was staring into the distance, when Gattuso's wife, Monica, walked up to her and asked her, "Brassey asked us to go to their house for dinner, shall we?"

Lucia shook her head quickly.The excitement of the wives group, what can I do as a younger sister? There is no common language at all because of different standpoints and different views: "I want to go back to Brescia, and I'm afraid it will be too late after I eat." Moni, who knew she was abroad Ka nodded, thinking she was leaving again. Lucia and Brassie thanked each other and were about to leave: "Anyway, we will drink together after the award ceremony, and it will be even more lively then." A group of older women laughed like silver bells.

The big team followed the owner, and Lucia stayed in the hall alone, caught in the traffic.

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She stood quietly on the spot, looking at the various hurried shadows left by the sunlight coming in through the huge glass window on the white ground, as if the hustle and bustle just now was just a dream.She looked up at the passers-by again, he was smiling, she was crying, he was sad, she was sullen... What kind of stories would they have?How many people can know the joys and sorrows of a person, the whole world he or she thinks, and how many people can empathize with it?Some people say that if you know seven people, you can know the whole world, but no matter how many people you know, what's the use? Isn't it just a joke about your unbearable and hurt?

Then she suddenly thought of Cannavaro, and had an urge to go to Palermo again, but she quickly calmed down: not to mention the unfamiliar place, it would be a big trouble to be targeted.Ah, by the way, Provenzano was arrested over a month ago.That's right, Provenzano, who had been on the run for 43 years and made everyone fearful, was caught.Now Sicily is fighting without a leader, so she will be busy without any accident.

So their group became really busy, and they were so busy that they didn't know what year it was.

Hurrying quickly and finally returning from Cefalu to Livorno before the start of the final, the whole group rushed to the big conference room to watch the final between Italy and France without even changing their clothes.

A large group of men dressed in neat blue jerseys roared wildly, drinking fruit juice as wine with relish.Seeing them back, Toni tossed a jersey to Lucia.She spread it out and saw that it was size 21. After a closer look, there was a "LAP" embroidered on the sweat-absorbent layer inside.

"Hey, who the hell is looking through Laozi's closet, pervert!" The entire meeting room fell silent, and then burst into laughter.They wouldn't tell her the dress was new for her.

"Be lenient when confessing and be strict when resisting!" Lucia persisted.

The competition had already started, and there was no time left for her to be strict, so she could only change her clothes after staring around.

The game is a bit boring, but there is no shortage of exciting things.Since ancient times, there has been no name in the finals, and the defense-oriented game can be played like this, which is quite satisfactory.Then Zidane's penalty, then Materazzi's goal, then Zidane's red card.Every shot in the subsequent process was printed in her mind, but she didn't have much impression of it.The moment Cannavaro held it high after he kissed the gold cup in the conference room