If you want to say that the best man in football, no one dares to recognize Carlos as the second, and the love story between the two has long become a classic model, and the three simple but profound tattoos can make up a lot of scenes in people's brains.

Some netizens ridiculed that under the halo of Carlos's "good man", even the Barcelona players turned back and ran their families well.

And in recent times, Carlos has become obsessed with a new business that benefits the majority of single dogs -

Photograph.

Especially love to take pictures with my wife.

In order to express his love for China, Comrade Carlos also posted all the pictures very heartily on the Weibo account "I am Su Qingjia's husband Su Luoyi [heart]".

In this way, he still felt dissatisfied, he took Su Qingjia's Weibo account, and reposted and interacted with it every day to entertain himself, and he didn't understand the comments and thought that everyone couldn't see it.

anyay, it's good if you're happy (ˉ『ˉ).

Su Qingjia flipped through her Weibo account, which was full of a strong pretending temperament, and it hurt a little - "Mrs. Ruvio", she thought it was OK for the pianist's plus V certification, but who could jump out and tell her what the hell this was with this "Carlos's beloved wife" certification!! Whoever gave him the pass, stood up, she promised not to beat him to death, really.

The content of her Weibo is also very simple, all retweeted content.

"Husband Mo Mo Da [Rose] [Rose] [Rose] // @我是苏清嘉的老公苏洛懿 [Heart]: SHE [Picture]"

"Good night husband [Rose] [Rose] [Rose] // @我是苏清嘉的老公苏洛懿 [Heart]: GOODNIGHT KISS [Picture]"

"My husband is awesome [Rose] [Rose] [Rose] // @我是苏清嘉的老公苏洛懿 [Heart]: BREAKFAST [Picture]"

"Husband......"

You ask why the forwarded content is in Chinese, don't underestimate a persistent heart of a second cargo who is proficient in using translation software and copy-paste functions.

And with good art skills, Carlos's photography skills are not bad, at least in these pictures, Su Qingjia did not fall from the goddess's throne and became an ordinary village girl.

As for these dog foods, although netizens are very reluctant to be fed, they can only buy them obediently because they are so delicious.

For example, in the accompanying picture called SHE, he is watering in the garden, wearing a normal tank top and boots, and in front of him is a patch of built roses, which are very budding, and he shows a half-dimple smile at these flowers.

There are no women in the picture, but everyone can guess that when this bush of roses blooms, the man will give them to the beloved her.

Well, for the sake of your back and a smile, I did this bowl of dog food with a strong sour smell.

IN THAT PICTURE, CALLED GOODNIGHT KISS, THE LIGHTS ARE WARM, THE SHADOWS OF MEN AND WOMEN ARE OVERLAPPED, AND SHE SEEMS TO BE STEPPING ON HIS INSTEP, TIPTOE TO KISS HIM ON THE FOREHEAD, WHILE HE GENTLY WRAPS AROUND HER WAIST.

None of them showed their faces, only shadows lingered.

Well, for the cutest height difference between the two of you, this bowl of dog food that foreshadows driving, I did it.

BREAKFAST is a skillful photograph of eggs fried in the shape of a heart on a white plate, a man holding a spoon with his finger with a wedding ring, and the reflection of the arc reflects the figure of a woman, who should have just woken up, coming down the stairs in a white dress, her long hair a little curly.

The contrast between the man's firm and powerful fingers and the woman's hazy languidness is an unexpected harmony.

Well, for Carlos, you worked so hard to get up in the morning to make breakfast, this bowl of unpalatable dog food, I still did it.

As for Su Qingjia's retweet, careful netizens came to the conclusion from various clues, Erhuh, is it really good for you to play Jingfen like this? I don't believe that the goddess of coldness would praise you so stupidly [smile].

Spit and spit and spit out, when the new Weibo appears again, it will still usher in a large wave of kneeling and licking.

It turns out that when he switched to the selfie world, Er Um is still a little expert.

It's been Carlos' off-season recently, and Ares hasn't taken a vacation yet, so the perfect world for two begins.

A few years ago, after Carlos won the Ballon d'Or for the third time, Barcelona held a commemorative ceremony for him to commemorate the contribution he made to Barcelona at the age of 27 since he was 17 years old.

When the highlights of the decade were shown on the refurbished Camp Nou, many people burst into tears.

They came from all continents to see the great star who had been with them for 10 years.

Many, many memories come alive on the turf, on the seats, on the jerseys, they have witnessed Carlos's success, Carlos has also participated in their years, some from childhood to youth, some from youth to middle age, and some have not waited for this grand celebration to smile and go to another world in the glory of Barcelona.

At the end of the celebration, Carlos stood in the center of the dappled stage and said, "We have the next decade." He kissed the badge of the jersey.

Young Rarity is still a little ignorant, and he has no stage fright when he stands on the edge of the stage, and just looks at his tall father with his cheeks puffed.

Carlos sent a ball with his name on it to Ares, signaling his hope and blessing for his son.

When the applause was thunderous, Ares, who was wearing the Trumpet No. 23 jersey, ran off the stage, twisted his little buttocks, and gave the ball to Su Qingjia who was standing on the sideline.

He grinned and showed small white teeth, bright dimples, and those blue-gray eyes inexplicably reminded of Carlos when he first showed his tattoo to his girlfriend, the same clarity, except that Carlos was in love, and Ares was close.

Carlos, who was still speaking on the stage, was stunned, but also showed the same smile, gestured a heart on his chest, and said: "We will have many, many more decades." ”

Our reference to this is self-evident.

The audience was pitch black, blue glow sticks flashed, Carlos stood on the stage, Ares looked at him ignorantly, Su Qingjia looked at the stage with bright eyes, this photo named "Ten Years" was selected for the best photography award of the year, and won the first prize in one fell swoop.

In the past few years, he has gradually entered the peak age stage of athletes, and the previous accumulation has exploded, and the quality, strength, speed, every indicator is perfectly scary. Barcelona changed his contract again and again, and the annual salary was increased again and again.

He thanked Barcelona for his early upbringing and acquaintance, and Barcelona thanked him for not giving up.

And Su Qingjia's music career is as vigorous as her life, and getting married and having children too early did not hinder her talent, on the contrary, she gained more material in the family bits and pieces.

To her relief, Ares was not as musically gifted as his father, and at the age of five he could even play some tunes with her.

Ares loved playing the piano with her because—

The little golden retriever will scratch the corner jealously.

Last year, Su Qingjia was invited to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, and the reason for agreeing was very simple, she wanted to fulfill a thought of Mrs. Su.

Mrs. Su didn't have much hope in her life, and she had only heard about her granddaughter's appearance, and those names seemed very powerful to her, but she didn't know about them. When Su Qingjia was still young, Mrs. Su just said: "I don't know what Viennese □□, if my granddaughter can be like Fei Xiang in the Spring Festival Gala, I will be happy." ”

Su Qingjia always remembered.

That year's Spring Festival Gala, four generations of their family all got together and spent a full year in the studio.

Four generations are in the same house, and time has gone so far so easily.

She seemed to be back to the old age she used to be when she was born again.

The difference is that she has a husband and children, and she has not changed the world, but it seems to have changed too much.

The Mediterranean sun was shining warmly on the plane tree, Su Qingjia took out her mobile phone and swiped Weibo, and found that she had been posted a new Weibo.

"My husband loves you yo [Rose] [Rose] [Rose] // @我是苏清嘉的老公苏洛懿 [Heart]: ME [Picture]"

In the photo, she is sitting on the sofa, the sunlight and wind from the bay window create a beautiful atmosphere, she is only wearing a white shirt, looking down at her phone, her hair hanging down, looking fresh and moving.

"You? Where are you? Two, you're playing fine again, [smile]"

"Witty, I found out that the shirt worn by the goddess was a man (will I be silenced??? ）”

"Go upstairs, I'll protect you."

"More witty, I found that the desktop of the goddess's mobile phone is a picture of two people smiling very silly, so stupid and used as a desktop, absolutely true love. Enlarged, take it, no thanks [picture]"

"The ultimate witty I found out that the second um on the goddess's desk also wore this shirt, I don't know if the goddess herself knows that Carlos has come out to sell dog food again?"

The commentary maintained the full formation after this.

"Dry this bowl of dog food."

"Dry this bowl of dog food +1"

"Dry this bowl of dog food +2"

“……”

The corners of Su Qingjia's mouth twitched, and she also clicked on the picture to enlarge it, and when she looked down at the shirt she was wearing by Carlos, she turned off her phone angrily.

She looked to the side, where Carlos was holding his phone and smiling, just as it looked on the phone's screen.

"What are you looking at?" She asked.

"Look at the comments." Carlos took his phone over and said happily, "Bella, look, I posted another Weibo, with a lot of likes and a lot of comments." ”

"Do you understand these comments?" Su Qingjia gave him a blank look.

As soon as the little golden retriever raised his head, he was swept to the sky by her eyes, and he blushed and hummed for a long time before he said, "Anyway, they must be saying that you are beautiful." He glanced quietly, then gave her a sneak kiss and lowered his head again.

Su Qingjia: "......" people who don't understand Chinese are really naïve.

She looked at some other pictures, Carlos's Weibo is concise and to the point, the common descriptions are very few, but the pictures are very expressive, and it can be seen from these photos that the person who took the photo must be quite careful and know her well, so as to capture these warm moments.

The little golden retriever was still blushing and reading the comments, Su Qingjia thought for a while and asked, "Why do you want to take these pictures and post them on the Internet?" ”

Carlos is not a man who loves to show affection, well, although he often shows off unconsciously, these deliberate actions are somewhat abnormal, and he prefers to hide what he loves tightly than to tell the world.

Carlos was stunned and looked up a little sadly: "Don't you like it?" "His voice is small.

Su Qingjia kissed him and said, "No, I just want to know the reason." She also loves these photos, each one is a microcosm of life, a memory for them to come.

Carlos was silent for a while, and said, "Grandma said she would use Weibo, and I thought of sending something to tell her that you are doing well here." ”

His voice was crisp and clean, like a spring of fresh water on a summer day. Su Qingjia burst into tears under his eyes, and then leaned over to kiss him.

Carlos was flattered, and then carried her back to the room.

In the evening, Carlos sat on the small balcony and painted, a habit that remained unchanged, and the pothos from cuttings filled the balcony.

That book was already very thick, but although he showed these paintings in the form of a video at the wedding ceremony, after that, it became his little secret again, and he didn't show it to Su Qingjia.

He was propped up against the wall, his long legs stretched out on top of each other, and his long eyelashes added a touch of innocence to him.

Su Qingjia took out his mobile phone, adjusted the position, took a photo, edited it, and clicked send.

"Madame Ruvio: He [picture]"

Carlos' phone rang, and he picked it up and clicked on the message.

His eyes seemed to light up, twinkling like stars, and dimples had unconsciously climbed to the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head, fingers flicking.

Su Qingjia lowered his head in his gentle gaze and saw the latest news-

"PICTURES OF YOU" [ROSE] [ROSE] [ROSE] //@鲁维奥夫人: HE [PICTURE]"

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY: PICTURES OF YOU

The story of why he wore Carlos's shirt and went to the room, ahem, omitting 30,000 words of detail