"I sent Ann player profile that day, but why didn't she get back to me?" A few days later, Mendez and Cristiano were basking in the sun by their pool while drinking lemonade together, and they casually complained to Cristiano.

Cristiano pouted.

"Chris, what's wrong with you coming down?" Just when Cristiano was about to further advance his plan that day and use the question of Hames to completely suppress the stubble of his own view of the female anchor's photo, Chris Jr. ran downstairs with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Draw!" Little Chris threw himself into Cristiano's arms and showed his father the piece of paper in his hand.

Cristiano took it with a smile on his face, and asked his son with pride and joy as he opened it, "Is it for Dad?" ”

Little Chris smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's a dream!" ”

"What do you mean by a dream?" Cristiano was confused.

Gu Bei glanced at the painting and sneered and smiled, "Maybe it's Chris's dream, right?" The subject of the painting, right, Chris? ”

Cristiano thought she was smiling strangely and lowered his head to look at the painting.

Cristiano:......

"Jorge, what do you mean when you say he draws a goal? Or draw a villain standing in front of the goal? Is it said that the forbidden area □□ the goal? Cristiano bit the straw and meditated, and by the way, he described little Chris's magnum opus, "It's just a square, you know?" I think it represents the goal. And then there's a circle, which is probably a ball. And there's a little figure with simple strokes standing at the door, and the ball is in front of you, and you say......"

Mendes looked at Cristiano sympathetically.

"What's that look on your face?" Cristiano had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

"Actually...... It's not bad to be a goalkeeper either. Mendes sighed and said, "It's not like there's no goalkeeper scoring a goal kick directly in the world - so, rounding it up is about the same as a striker." ”

Cristiano let out a long sigh and put the lemonade on the small table beside him, feeling sad.

"By the way, what player profile did you say?" Cristiano sighed for a while, "The young man?" Are you signing a newcomer? ”

Mendes looked at Cristiano and seemed a little surprised that he wasn't angry at all, "Yes, that lad, he plays well, looks good, has a lot of potential." I told Ann to keep an eye on him, and when she transferred to the giants, she would work well. ”

And then it's a new idol.

Mendes looked at Cristiano a little, but unfortunately, there may not be a super icon like Cristiano in ten or twenty years - but fortunately, Cristiano is still his player.

Born in a prosperous era, and met the first male protagonist in the prosperous world, God gave him the biggest golden finger since the millennium.

"A baby face, it's very cute." Cristiano looked at his almost bottoming lemonade, quickly changed his and Mendes' cups, reloaded the straw, and took a big sip of satisfaction.

Mendes, who is too old to be fast enough, is about to raise his eyebrows, but thinking about the biggest golden finger since the millennium, he still resigned himself to asking someone to add a drink.

"But when it comes to cuteness, there's one thing that might be cuter for you." Mendes waited for the maid to finish the drink and leave before lazily answering, "But I guess Ann may not have told you." ”

Cristiano looked at him, "Then don't sue me, Ann doesn't want to say that there must be a reason for her." ”

Mendes was caught off guard, and with a shudder of his hand, he threw the new lemonade all over himself.

Cristiano was startled, and immediately jumped up from the recliner and flashed to the side, until he saw that the water did not splash on his side, and then slowly rubbed back and lay down, "Jorge, you are really old, you can't hold the water......"

Mendez grabbed the neatly folded bath towel he used after swimming, and scolded Cristiano while wiping the water on his body, "Why didn't you tell me when I didn't tell you something before—you must have your own reasons-?" ”

Cristiano hung his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and looked innocently at Mendes.

I can't help it...... If Mendes knew this, he would have agreed.

"You are firm, I must sue your heart." "Ann heard from one of her friends -- don't ask me who I am, Ann protected the identity of the informant -- she heard from that person that Mr. Massey was suspicious of some kind of tax matter." It was said that Spain was preparing to investigate the matter and had provided Ann with some information that he had personally obtained. It's really a good friend, I told Ann that the price can be a little higher, and I will reimburse it. ”

Of course, Gu Bei had known about this for a long time, but she had been struggling to mention it to the other party - after all, she should not have known such a secret thing.

But fortunately, someone gave me a pillow as soon as I dozed off. It just so happened that an informed and interested person gave her a word at this time.

In fact, there is no need for Mendes to say, just with this excellent time, Gu Bei will definitely give the other party a chance to pay a fixed price.

Cristiano was stunned for a moment, "Which Messi?" ”

“…… Argentina and Barcelona that Messi, the little one. Mendez patted Cristiano on the shoulder, tugged at his wet clothes, and said he was going to change.

But Cristiano was so immersed in the news that he didn't notice it.

If Messi really has this problem, then whether he knows the truth or not, once it is exposed, he will inevitably suffer a huge blow to his prestige - this is inevitable.

In this way, he will be brought up many years later with this stain, a stain that cannot be washed away.

Perhaps this incident will have an immediate impact on Messi's competitive form, and even his historical reputation may be affected.

Yes, both of them have received enough honors in this life, and have received a qiē that countless people can hope for in their lifetimes. If there is anything else worth continuing their own paranoia, pursuits, desires, it may be history.

They have transcended the present and have no choice but to seek to go further in the matter of becoming history.

Just as Cristiano seeks to be a part of the history of Portuguese football and a name that cannot be ignored in the history of world football, Messi is also pursuing something similar.

And private morality is their plus.

When Cristiano heard the news, it was hard to tell what he was feeling.

Schadenfreude, or anger.

He felt that he should be gloating, that he should be glad that his opponent had made a terrible mistake, a mistake that could destroy the reputation of a celebrity, and that they could quickly decide the winner and the verdict quickly.

But admittedly, he was more furious.

He felt humiliated by his opponent and also felt that a perfect opponent had been destroyed by a stupid team.

Cristiano likes consummation, and he hopes that many years from now, when people talk about his victory over Messi, they are talking about how invincible he is, how he is a man who is invincible, not how Messi destroys his future and how he exiles himself.

The victory he hoped for, the victory, was a powerful outcome, not a lucky giveaway.

But today, he seemed to hear Messi sneering and disdainfully said to him: -I have been pursuing only you, what you get, but I give up-

It's as if his anxiety, jealousy, pride, and joy in the past were all self-righteous one-man shows, all clown performances after being fooled.

Just thinking about it like that, he would be driven crazy by anger.

"Why don't you sue me!"

When Gu Bei answered the phone, he heard Cristiano ask her like this, "What are you afraid of!" Are you afraid that I will ask you to continue to pour dirty water on him? ”

Reason told him that he should not accuse Ann like this, because he should believe in her, believe that she loved him, and try to defend him. If there was anyone in this world that he couldn't doubt, it might be her.

But he still couldn't help it, he still couldn't help but question her so sharply.

He felt aggrieved, and felt that what he had done before didn't seem to be worth mentioning-he was even more afraid that Gu Bei would feel the same way-

Cristiano's table is good, but if Messi is not affected by the tax authorities......-

Just thinking about this sentence makes Cristiano unbearable.

He couldn't open his mouth to explain his grievances and helplessness, so he could only try to cover it up like a thunderbolt.

"Cristiano, if you're willing to be so despicable, maybe I can safely sue you." It took Gu Bei a long time before he said, "I wish you could gloat so despicably instead of ......"

Instead of such a dignified outrage.

Cristiano felt a little hot on his face.

When anger and grievances come, they are like a storm, but when they leave, they are like the waters of the ebbing tide, swift and sharp.

"I'm sorry." Cristiano muttered quietly, "I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. He stood up and walked back and forth a little uneasily, a little worried that Gu Bei would be angry.

But fortunately, Gu Bei didn't.

"I'm talking to Mr. Messi about it, and we don't want it to be irretrievable." Gu Bei was extraordinarily patient, "You don't need to care about this, Cristiano, I promise, when you get a championship this year, no one will say anything like this, if it weren't for Messi being affected...... ”

Cristiano was even more embarrassed, "I'm sorry. ”

It seems that he doesn't know what else to say except sorry.

Gu Bei was amused by him, "Why do you say sorry?" Wasn't it very imposing when you scolded me just now? ”

Cristiano looked at the sky and laughed dryly.

"Actually, I should apologize too," Gu Bei was silent for a while, "Cristiano, I should sue you for this, and how much I love you - what you have done is amazing to me." ”

"Cristiano, you are the most amazing person in my eyes."