Golden Greenery

　　 Elena handed the milk to Zhuo Yang and Ronaldo. During the process, she didn't squint, but her eyes could not hide her smile. Obviously, she saw Zhuo Yang's desire to cover up. Afterwards, the two left a charming smile, twisting the graceful waist and returning to the house.

　　 Zhuo Yang stared at Elena’s **** buttocks for a while, like a poet gazing at the wind swinging willow by the water.

　　 "Hey, hey!" Ronaldo extended his hand to block Zhuo Yang's line of sight: "Look? Look? Look! My wife, please see me home and see you go."

　　 Zhuo Yang put his head back on the recliner and lay down, and said with a long sigh: "No wonder they say that the Portuguese are stingy, and they never bully me."

　　C Ronaldo's nose said, "Portuguese people are more generous than Spaniards and more generous than Nima Britons."

　　 Zhuo Yang said: "Why shameless? Why don't you compare with the Germans?"

　　C Ronaldo: "I think you are half German and half Italian."

　　 Zhuo Yang closed his eyes: "Speak well, don't scold people. Lao Tzu is a pure Chinese guy. If you change my bloodline again, believe it or not, throw it into the pool."

　　C Luo said: "If you want to throw you, just throw it, anyway, I can't beat you. Nima can't drown me in the throwing pool."

　　 Zhuo Yang said: "I am standing by the pool to prevent you from coming up, will you drown you? Huh!"

　　 "You can't drown me even if you stay in the dark, I can swim well."

　　 "Better than table tennis?"

　　C Luoden shut up.

Zhuo Yang picked up the milk sent by Jelena just now, and after pouring it in a big mouth, he said, "Also said that you are not stingy? Just let the ancestor of the world table tennis champion come and win you once, and see you Looks like nothing. Mr. Luo, if I want to change to someone else, I would have taken a big slap in the ear."

　　C Ronaldo was silent.

　　 "You talk about you, I've found you a make-up in the dressing room, and gave you a smiley face, what else do you want? Or, would you go find a world champion to beat me up?"

　　 "I can't find Nima."

　　 "Be careful, be careful. You don't rely on table tennis to eat, as for you? We didn't see you like this when we lost the game, but lost like a dead father."

　　 "Zhuo Yang, my father is dead."

　　 "I'm sorry, I said so."

　　 "Apology."

"Sorry."

　　 Zhuo Yang drank the rest of the milk, lay down on the soft chair and groaned his mouth, and fell silent again by the pool.

　　There was no wind in April in Madrid, and the sun was touching the skin like a kiss. Zhuo Yang simply tore off the bath towel covering somewhere, and let the sun shine through. If privacy is exposed, let it be, without losing anyway.

　　Cristiano Ronaldo also picked up milk, but he didn't swallow it like Zhuo Yang, but slowly slurped, like the habit memory that he had when he was a baby.

　　 "Lao Zhuo, you are a good person, very nice, nothing wrong. If you come to be a friend, you really have no choice."

"Thanks."

　　 "But I just can't get close to you." Ronaldo said: "Am I wrong? I'm fine. You're fine, but it's always your problem."

　　 "Oh? Listen carefully."

　　 "Lao Zhuo, we both play football. You play football well, everyone agrees, and I agree. But I don't play worse than you, do I?"

　　 Zhuo Yangxin said: You are just happy.

　　 "Lao Zhuo, apart from football, you can talk about the piano with Neima, and everyone knows this. God, his old man rewards you for eating. Although you don’t believe in God."

　　C Luo whispered while whispering milk.

　　 "I don't want to hate you, I admit you are awesome, football and piano are awesome."

　　 Zhuo Yang is not proud.

　　 "But if you introduce two things, you really hate people." Cristiano Ronaldo said: "First of all, I am not careful, you speak with your own conscience, do you think you hate yourself if you change your position?"

　　 "Mr. Luo, make it clear, how can I attract you to hate?"

"Ah--" Ronaldo sighed and said, "Look at the girlfriend we all look for, and what is your fiancee? How do you compare with you, my Nima... how do you say? saying you!"

　　 Zhuo Yang became proud.

"Your dad is a general, come to the Bernabéu President Florentino to personally serve him. My dad is a **** drunk, and he drunk himself to drink. He Nima is not dead, come to Bernabeu. Does anyone ignore him?"

　　C Ronaldo's emotions began to be excited, Zhuo Yang was more proud.

　　 "You have a fiancee and a dad, and I don't know others, but I can't get close to you. You said, should Jenima blame you or blame me?"

　　 "Mr. Luo, do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

　　 "I don't want to."

　　 Zhuo Yang: "..."

　　C Ronaldo went on to say: "People who live a lifetime and want to be friends with others can't be better than others everywhere. Lao Zhuo, do you think it's a reason?"

　　 "You continue, I listen."

"You are better than me everywhere, how does Jenima make me be your friend? Lao Zhuo, I know you want to say that I am careful, but you try to replace yourself with me? You try, you see if you want Be my friend?"

　　 Suddenly, Zhuo Yang felt that Ronaldo made some sense.

"Lao Zhuo, your friends don't care about you. Do you think I'm shallow with table tennis? I just want to be friends with you. I have to find someone stronger than you to hold you down and have a balance Only then can my friends be continued, right?"

"Ping pong is a bridge where I can get close to you and be friends. Besides, I can’t find a reason to persuade myself. But you Nima is better. If you can find a ancestor of table tennis, just put me The bridge that was built was taken apart."

　　 "Lao Zhuo, I'm not hypocritical, and I don't care if you can understand it. I'll talk about it today. Actually I don't want to say it, but I said it."

Zhuo Yang did not answer, nor did he use the friendship of the Six Musketeers to raise the bar with Ronaldo, because people are different~www.ltnovel.com~ but Zhuo Yang could understand a little, although Ronaldo's voice said no Way to get close to you', but with the pride of Long Aotian, he can say this today, but he has seen himself as a friend.

　　Cristiano Ronaldo said what he said today.

　　Cristiano Ronaldo is an extremely proud and self-esteemed person because of his family and childhood growth experience. He hates his sensitivity and inferiority. Zhuo Yang’s advantages beyond football, including family and fiancee, reminded Ronaldo of his inferiority all the time.

　　Ro knows that this is wrong, but he is very difficult to overcome. Table tennis is a way for him to overcome tenaciously. Today, speaking of these secrets in his heart is also a brave challenge to his inferiority.

　　C Ronald wanted to be able to interact with Zhuo Yang on an equal basis, but this thing was natural for others, but he had to overcome inferiority under the cover of strong pride. Ronaldo wants to overcome himself and be a truly powerful person.

　　He was waiting for Zhuo Yang to speak, but Zhuo Yang could not answer, and the silence by the pool seemed awkward. This is often the case. People who open their hearts and those who hear privacy will encounter embarrassment in silence.

　　 Zhuo Yang didn't want embarrassment to continue, but he couldn't comfort him following Ronaldo's topic, so that he would appear to be a high political commissar. Thinking about it, Zhuo Yang decided to deal with it on the football field-you hit you, I hit me.

　　 "Mr. Luo, can you tell me about your father?"

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