The young man's face was close in front of him, his blue-gray eyes were moist, his curly eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his lips were red.

Such a boyfriend's action and such a little daughter-in-law's expression, forgive Su Qingjia and laugh, and the beautiful atmosphere was broken by her unkindly.

Carlos bit his lip, his eyes becoming a little aggrieved and confused.

Su Qingjia pinched his smooth cheeks and said, "Quickly let me down, hold me like this, isn't your arm sore?" ”

"If it's not sour, don't let it go." Carlos said stubbornly, raising his chin slightly, and pouting particularly arrogantly, "You haven't kissed me yet!" ”

Glaring at him, Su Qingjia looked around, fortunately this was the shade of the street corner, there were not many pedestrians around, the little golden retriever leaned slightly against the wall, and the grape branches swayed on the top of his hair.

"Bella~"

This voice inexplicably reminded Su Qingjia of the warmth of the snow melting in the Pyrenees, she stretched out her index finger, tapped his lips and said, "Close your eyes." ”

The little golden retriever was overjoyed and closed his eyes hard, because there were even wrinkled lines at the corners of his eyes.

Su Qingjia slowly imprinted her red lips, the fresh smell of grape branches fluttering between her noses, and one of his hands slowly moved up, caressing the ends of her swaying hair.

The thin clothes made him feel the softness in his chest, and his other hand wrapped around her waist, twisting and turning round underneath, and as he thought so, his hand moved down from the end of his hair and pressed against her waist.

She was dressed in a tennis skirt, her straight and slender legs dangling in mid-air, flexible like newly-haired wicker, and Carlos sneakily slid his fingertips over her skin.

The "click" flash light was particularly eye-catching in the alley with dim street lights, both of them were a little surprised, and under Su Qingjia's struggle, Carlos reluctantly put her down.

The soft touch made the little golden retriever continue to taste, but the situation in front of him made him very unhappy.

The reporter took a few photos in a row and then ran away, and his thin body hugged the camera very quickly.

Carlos didn't hesitate and said, "Wait here for me for a while." With that, he ran in the direction of the reporter.

The thin reporter didn't run far before he was overtaken by a cheetah-like midfielder, and he relied on his height advantage to block straight in front of the reporter, who was stunned for a moment, holding the camera and trembling a little.

Before he was sent here by the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief told him that the players were very violent, and they would beat people if they were upset, and told him not to fool around if he was fine. He was also shown several photos of reporters who had been injured by the players in the report.

Thinking of those bloody and murderous pictures, and thinking that he is still three generations of singles, his girlfriend has not yet been seen, his face is wrinkled into a bitter melon, and he wishes that there is a dog hole for him to get into, he looked at Carlos's stiff face, and the handsomeness that was praised seemed to him to be a demon from hell, and the reporter was so excited and frightened that he forgot that this was still Rome, and he forgot that he was facing a Spaniard, and shouted directly in his native language: "Don't ...... Don't hit me, I'm ......"

Carlos frowned his resolute sword eyebrows, looked up and down again at the reporter who was frightened by him, about one meter seven, still very young, with black hair, he thought about it and answered in Chinese: "Okay." ”

The reporter almost fainted, Carlos took his collar and returned to Su Qingjia, and then continued to say to Su Qingjia in Chinese: "He seems to be a Chinese." ”

At this moment, the young reporter really feels that the world has changed, why...... This player will say Chinese and ...... It seems to have a smell of Northeast ballast? Wait, he must have been beaten, there must have been mental confusion, it must have been.

The reporter hurriedly touched his face and the back of his head, but found that it was still intact and there were no wounds.

Carlos pulled the camera out of his arms and looked through the photos that had just been taken by the reporter.

To be sent to the Champions League at such a young age, the reporter's kung fu is not just talking, just a moment of effort, he adjusted three or four angles, all of them were given several shots, and the aperture was adjusted just right.

In the dim and soft light, the boy in the red jersey held up the girl who was also wearing the red blouse, the white pleated skirt was lifted by the evening breeze, and the black hat was crowned with grape branches that shook with life and vitality, and the curly stem wrapped around the brim of his hat.

The girl's lips were pressed against him, and the beautiful curves of the side face fit perfectly.

His hand wrapped around her long hair, and the whole picture was as quiet as an oil painting, and through the lens, you could feel the sweetness of the two of them clinging to each other.

The little golden retriever felt that the reporter had done a good job, and communicated with his girlfriend while watching: "This one is good, I want to save it for the desktop, this one, yes, I want to hang it on the wall, and this one, I want to put it in my wallet......"

Su Qingjia nodded, and suddenly remembered that they didn't seem to have the time to take a couple photo for so long, and said, "Well, okay." ”

With his girlfriend's approval, Carlos showed his deep dimples, pulled out the memory card and put it in Su Qingjia's hand, then squatted down and said in front of the paralyzed reporter: "The camera is back to you, we want the photos, I can send you an interview, and I won't let you suffer." ”

The reporter looked at his smile, shrank back, shrugged his shoulders and did not dare to speak.

The little golden retriever doesn't have a bad temper, and he won't take other people's photos in vain, and thinks that the conditions he offered are very reasonable, but when he saw the reporter's stunned look, he looked at Su Qingjia suspiciously.

Su Qingjia half-squatted and looked at the reporter, he still had the Xinhua News Agency's work card on his chest, Su Qingjia looked closer, and the little golden retriever moved to her side with a thirsty look and said, "What, what's written on it?" ”

"Xiang Lin, special correspondent of the "Football" newspaper." Su Qingjia pointed to the square words on it and taught the little golden retriever to recognize it.

Xiang Lin saw the girl saying his name softly and gently, and felt that Carlos should not hit him in front of the woman, so he boldly spoke: "You...... Can speak, Chinese? ”

Seeing that he finally spoke, Carlos nodded proudly and proudly, "Yes," fiddling with his hat again, adding, "But I can't write." ”

Xiang Lin, a native of Sichuan, worked hard to get to Football, and because he was fluent in English and Italian, he was allowed to travel to Rome to cover the Champions League final. In a group of veteran reporters, he is still very young, two years after graduating from college, in the team with the group, he is a miscellaneous depositor, and he also works as a translator when taking a taxi.

He was a little timid, but he also thought about making some headlines and getting a chance to be appreciated from above.

At the end of the Champions League final, when the most shining No. 23 in the audience was undressing and celebrating, he saw the three square words, Su Qingjia, and when the camera was fixed on her body for two seconds, Xiang Lin knew that his opportunity had come.

When all the media reporters went to interview the Barcelona players, he didn't follow, anyway, there was no more of him, and it was better to have less of him.

He followed the red-clad black-haired girl all the way through the streets.

When Carlos appeared, his heart was about to jump out, this No. 23 did not give a post-match interview, he actually came to accompany his girlfriend to go shopping on such a day! It's really a big rush, and Xiang Lin is so happy that he is going crazy.

Xiang Lin told himself to be calm, until in the end, he found the best time - they kissed in the street!

This must be big news, it must be, so far, the girlfriend of the Barcelona midfielder is a mystery, and his quiet personality has unexpectedly made him sought after by female fans, although Xiang Lin thinks that this Thai is half a face.

He quickly adjusted the aperture, he learned photography well, and when a picture was saved, Xiang Lin thought, it would be a sensation, and he might be the only one to photograph Carlos' girlfriend after Carlos stripped to celebrate.

Xiang Lin felt that he would immediately defeat Gao Fushuai and marry Bai Fumei, so that he could go to the pinnacle of life and continue the bloodline of the fourth generation for the family.

However, when he was brought back, he found that he might be ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors, and the legend of the three generations of the Xiang family might have to be buried in his hands.

However, it seemed that the Buddha appeared, and Carlos did not treat him well, and said to him in Chinese with the taste of Northeast Da Jiaozi - "I can give you an interview." ”

I'm dropping a mommy, this is to let him defeat Gao Fushuai, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the peak of life.

Nima, the rising star of Barcelona can speak Chinese, just such a headline can make all Chinese fans sensational, okay? Don't you see, the national football team is becoming more and more lonely, and almost all the geniuses who go to the European arena are no longer seen in the second division or even the third division?

Now Xiang Lin unexpectedly discovered that Nima, a midfielder who has won the attention of the whole world, he, he can speak with a northeast accent, this, this is simply a rhythm against the sky.

In fact, this northeast taste is completely brought by Shen Ke, Shen Ke is an authentic Harbin person, speaking Chinese will silently turn to the hometown taste, so long and long, the Spanish brother has brought out the taste of big ballast.

Su Qingjia felt that it was very contrasting and cute.

Carlos returned the camera to Xiang Lin and said, "For the sake of being Chinese, you can ask three questions." ”

Xiang Lin hugged the camera, and Ai Ai glanced at the two of them a few times and said, "Can I take pictures?" ”

"There is no memory card." The little golden retriever answered half Chinese and half English.

Xiang Lin quickly took out a few memory cards from his jacket pocket, his eyes shining: "There is still here, I must give you a handsome shot, believe me." And he said, "I promise, only you, not her." ”

Carlos looked at Su Qingjia, the other party nodded and smiled at him, the little golden retriever thought about it, took off his hat, Su Qingjia tidied up his hair that was a little messy for him, and said to Xiang Lin: "Okay." Carlos, you stand up and let him shoot. ”

The little golden retriever stood up and looked at the smiling girl, Xiang Lin got up from the ground, and pressed the shutter the moment dimples appeared on his cheeks.

"You only have two questions." Carlos took Su Qingjia's hand and looked at her face intently.

Xiang Lin was stunned and said, "Aren't there three?" ”

"You asked, 'Can I take a picture?' and that's the first, and now there's only one." Carlos's tone was flat, and Su Qingjia gave him a thumbs up, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he was very beautiful.

Xiang Lin felt that the pinnacle of his life had collapsed, he covered his mouth, and after meditating hard, he was ready to speak.