Carlos's biological clock is set very accurately, he gets up at half past six every day for morning exercise, no matter how cold or hot, even in a hotel in a foreign country, he will find a gym to exercise. This good habit allows his muscles to always adapt to high-intensity games, and when exercising on the treadmill, he also has time to sort out his emotions, summarize the shortcomings of his last game, and conceive a tactical layout in his head, as an organizational midfielder and an attacking midfielder, the intensity of mental activity on the court is no less than that of a chess game.

Rijkaard also knows that he is lovesick, after all, he is still a young little hairy head, and everyone also knows that he has no relatives at all except for his girlfriend, so when the Champions League is about to open the front, the little golden retriever is still allowed to return to Barcelona, but after his birthday, he must return to the team immediately. The current tactics are all based on the formation with Carlos as the core and the captain as the main offensive force, and there are still six days before the start of the next game.

Last night, the vice-captain left on a late flight, and he couldn't wait to see the child he had been waiting for for a long time.

This afternoon, after the rest of the team, the coach will take everyone to Picasso's hometown of Malaga, where the second round of matches against the eponymous team will be played in this "paradise city" shrouded in the Mediterranean sun. The first few rounds of the Spanish Football Confederation draw were all at the opponent's home stadium, and the captain was a little unhappy, for obvious reasons, the long journey will weaken the player's mental state and fitness, and the old rival Real Madrid also won a total of six points in the first and second rounds, the two sides are currently evenly matched, and the smell of gunpowder has already quietly spread.

When he came back from morning exercise, Shen Ke was still sleeping soundly in the room, Carlos turned out all the four or five alarm clocks from Shen Ke's box, quickly tore off the tape with clockwork sticking to it, and then adjusted the time, threw it next to his pillow, and then went back to the bedroom to shower leisurely.

The waiter at the hotel brought breakfast to the door, and Carlos wiped his hair and pushed the food truck into the living room.

Hanging the handkerchief back on the hanger, the little golden retriever looked at the clock on the wall, and eight o'clock came.

"Jingle bell-" "WAKEUP-" "Get up-" "Giggle-" After a sparse noise, Shen Ke put on a T-shirt and opened the door sleepily and ran out to the little golden retriever is scolding: "I'm fucking your sister, Lao Tzu recruited you to provoke you, no one sleeps well!" I sue you, if you want to play around with me again, I will drag you to the ice cave in my backyard, and see that I can't kill you!" ”

Although the little golden retriever boasted that he could pass the second level of Mandarin in Chinese and learned a lot of the northeast dialect, he really didn't understand this long string, poked the golden egg fried on the plate and chewed a big bite, thought about it and replied in Chinese: "I don't have a sister." ”

Shen Ke's anger was almost vented when he got up, seeing that the little golden retriever blinked his blue-gray eyes sincerely and looked innocent, the last anger was also extinguished, but he was so suffocated that he couldn't open his mouth, and he really didn't know how to answer when he opened his mouth, so he silently closed the door and washed.

On the plane at nine o'clock, the two of them packed up their things and went out without ink, looking at Carlos, who was carrying a bag and wearing a peaked cap, and looked at himself who was struggling to drag a huge suitcase, Shen Ke muttered behind his back: "Little white-eyed wolf, see me find a chance, I have to cut you, and tell you about the traditional Chinese virtues of respecting the old and loving the young!" ”

When the elevator arrived at the hall on the first floor, Shen Ke was thinking about dragging the box, his hand was suddenly light, Carlos took a long step and moved the box to the car effortlessly, he was tall and stylish, and it seemed that it was effortless to move things.

Shen Ke stepped his feet, ignored his height, pulled the car door and sat in.

The driver turned on the music, Carlos held a lollipop in his mouth, leaned on the backrest and closed his eyes to recuperate, and in the warm tune, the little golden retriever said leisurely: "I'm not a white-eyed wolf, why don't we reconsider the economic contract?" ”

Shen Ke: "......" can you actually understand?! ⊙﹏⊙‖

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Su Qingjia got up early in the morning and got busy, first put the chicken soup that had been simmering slowly all night over the dregs, and then took a few clean basins, the egg yolk and egg white were separated and beaten, made into fresh cream and cake, the washed cherries and strawberries were finely chopped, a layer of cake slices was spread with a layer of cream and a layer of fruit, and then decorated with flowers, sprinkled with a layer of white chocolate shavings, and the whole birthday cake was completed.

Her pastry skills are as good as the true inheritance of Mingling, and with her ingenuity, the cakes she makes are sweet and delicious, and the shape is delicate like a handicraft. Su Jingkang took a bowl of mung bean porridge, finished it very dissatisfied, and drove to work with a hum.

He didn't want to look at his daughter wearing an apron and preparing gifts for other people's little calves with a smiling face, hum, he didn't.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue like an immaculate jewel, the occasional plane flies over in a long white arc, the Amprat airport is full of people, fans and tourists are evenly divided, and since last night's game, many media outlets have sent reporters to wait for Carlos to appear.

The video of the post-game interview moment has been posted on major video websites, and after Carlos categorically affirmed the reporter's conjecture, a group of netizens simply exploded. The video of last season's game, which was finally stopped, was hyped again, especially Barcelona's Carlos debut against Atletico Madrid, the number of hits has tripled, and netizens who were inexplicably shown off carried out a global activity with the enthusiasm and confidence that they would not die in the Yellow River-

#深挖卡洛斯秀恩爱#

Chinese netizens have also joined the wave and have played an indispensable role in the interpretation of language and details rich in oriental meanings. In view of the little golden retriever's beauty and unmiscompassing strength, the little golden retriever received his first nickname - "Roselle".

Well, the gods are indeed biased, Carlos has only played for one year in his career, although the record is strong, but it is far from being a godhead, and the media only uses words such as genius, new star, and dark horse to describe him.

But there is no way, he has a face, and long legs, and he is as beautiful as a flower, which is simply a standard description, okay? What's more, he is still a Chinese son-in-law, and in the face of his own people with soft blonde hair and well-behaved and clever, netizens are quite face-saving.

As for why it's not called Kashen? Well, because it doesn't sound good.

Of course, Carlos, who was still at the airport, didn't know this nickname, he tried to lower his hat to try to hide his appearance, but the superhuman height still did not escape the reporter's eagle-like sharp eyesight, and returned the box in his hand to Shen Ke.

Shen Ke, who was left behind and had to carry the box by himself, stared at the media with wide eyes, but fortunately, he was not a fledgling second stunned, so he avoided the weight and lightly slapped the Tai Chi on his mouth, and also got out of the devil's cave.

"It's really forgetful, hum, little white-eyed wolf." Shen Ke dragged the box and fought for a long time to hit a car, Carlos went to meet his girlfriend, he couldn't be a light bulb, Barcelona told him that he still had to help sign for various gifts sent by fans, and the news media and online public relations were waiting for him to deal with it.

Shen Ke felt so tired.

Carlos, who had been scolded for "white-eyed wolf" again, had already returned home, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the girl he had missed for a long time sitting on the sofa, her little thin legs swaying, and the slippers of the pink blue rabbit swinging around on her smooth jade feet.

She wore a blue striped shirt dress with a cinched waist that looked extraordinarily slender. Seeing him open the door, Su Qingjia's eyes lit up, and he directly threw the pillow away, and ran over and hung it around his neck.

Carlos tacitly cupped her hips, took her lips in her mouth, and licked them carefully.

After a while, Su Qingjia was put on the sofa by him, leaning on his arms and panting softly.

After resting enough, Su Qingjia raised his head and asked, "It's so smooth to come back today?" I thought you'd be blocked for a while. She was ready to wait for hours, and the TV was still playing the hit movie "Titanic" in '97, which was a dish turned out of the room.

Originally, when Su Qingjia was flipping through the discs, she thought that she would turn out some European and American color art films, but who knew that it was full of stacks of touching romance films, Su Qingjia felt that she had found the secret book of the little golden retriever's love story skills.

"The reporter was too slow to catch up with me." Carlos was slightly proud.

Su Qingjia looked at the closed door and wondered: "What about Shen Ke, isn't he with you?" ”

Only then did the little golden retriever realize that there was such a number one person who had been lost by him, scratched his head, blushed a little, and replied tentatively: "He...... Let me go first, and he'll deal with it. ”

Seeing his weak and guilty appearance, Su Qingjia didn't poke him, helped him take off his backpack and said, "Go and change your clothes, I'll make longevity noodles for you." ”

The little golden retriever got up obediently, but did not go back to the room, and followed her slowly.

Su Qingjia put on an apron, glanced at him angrily, and said, "It's not done yet, it's useless to follow." ”

Carlos bit his lip aggrievedly and turned to change his clothes.

When he closed the door, he realized that a suit of clothes had been laid out on the bed, his favorite jeans and white shirt, with a casual thin tie on top, and the same blue striped skirt that the girl wore today. The little golden retriever's wrinkled face immediately smiled, changed it happily, and then went back to the bathroom, held his hair upside down, looked left and right, looked up and down, and then nodded and walked out.

Since the soup is ready, just boil the noodles in water, put them in the clear chicken broth, sprinkle a little green onion, and sprinkle the torn chicken on top.

Carlos sniffed the scent and went into the kitchen, kissed the girl on the cheek, helped her untie her apron, and carried a bowl of noodles to the living room.

Su Qingjia handed over the chopsticks, her amber eyes were full of anticipation, "Taste it, my skills in making longevity noodles shouldn't have deteriorated." ”

Taking the chopsticks, Carlos picked up the noodles and pulled them for a long time, the long mellow aroma melted in his mouth, he remembered that when he had his first birthday, it was also such a bowl of green onions, white and delicious longevity noodles were sent to him by the girl like this, when he was still in the orphanage, no one celebrated his birthday, and in the humble kitchen, the girl also watched him eat one bite at a time with anticipation.

The sea-blue curtains rolled in a wave-like arc, and he looked at the girl sitting in front of him, the corners of his eyes were a little sour: "It's still delicious, thank you, Bella." He bites off the noodles, his eyes clear.

"Eh, why did you bite it off, don't you know that longevity noodles can't be broken? I want to eat it all in one bite. Su Qingjia was a little anxious.

Carlos put down his chopsticks, the honey in his dimples was fresh and shiny, "If the meaning of your hometown is true, then I want to share my entire life with you." ”