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"Tell the truth! It's a nice environment, if only I could have such a villa! "Malu has a little bit of a clue, and her ambition is not small.

"I want to have a villa like this, I dream of it." Kyle is honest.

"Wouldn't it? Didn't you sign a big contract? Under Armour! ”

"Only a portion of the money has arrived, and now that taxes are high, I think I need to set up a charity and do something."

"Alright! In fact, this type of residence is not expensive, for a large amount of money like yours. ”

"I'm just a rookie, maybe in a few years, a few million dollars won't be a big deal."

"Uh-huh! What I'm thinking about now is, where should the signature be? ”

"Huh?"

"Here? Or here. Malu covered her chest and pressed her buttocks, and the teasing meaning in her eyes was obvious.

"Now, we need to find the pen first." Kyle put his hands in his pockets, looked around, and casually pushed a room open.

It was dark and there was no light, and Kyle put one hand around the girl's waist and closed the door with the other. The two listened to each other's breathing, and in the dark night, the sound of their heartbeats was extremely clear, and they looked at each other silently, although they couldn't see anything, they felt the hot bodies of both sides. Then slap, rub, bite!

Kyle was agitated, and his movements paused, not because of his conscience, of course, but because he heard the sound of messy footsteps outside and the sound of knocks on the door of the cubicle. What's the situation?

"Sorry! I think you need to put on your clothes. Kyle pauses, straightens Malu, scoops up half of his pants, straightens his clothes, and turns on the lights with a depressed expression.

"What do you mean?" Malu's voice was sharp and trembling slightly.

The lights came on, and Malu's perfect figure was revealed, very perfect, the only thing that was not proportionate was the distorted face, compact facial features.

"Something!"

As soon as the words ended, there was a sharp knock on the door of Kyle's room, startling the angry tigress and quickly tiring her makeup.

"Wait!" Kyle yelled out the door with an ugly face.

With everything in order, Kyle opens the door and sees both Jamal and Bosh there, Jamal has deep eyebrows and is depressed, clearly having something going on.

"What's wrong?" Kyle had a dark face, and his voice was extremely impatient. I have already drawn my bow and prepared to shoot arrows, but I was interrupted by force, it is strange to have a good face, no matter how big it is, it is not as big as Kyle's business!

"Let's go out and talk." Bosh glanced at Malu and signaled that it was inconvenient.

"Maru, I'm sorry!" Kyle glanced back at the startled Malu and walked away with the two bastards.

"What? Jamal was used as a bargaining chip? Kyle was also shocked, the team was just getting a little bit better, and it was disrupting the rhythm, and he couldn't understand what the team was thinking, why did they do it?

"And Joey, Maurice!" Bosh added.

"Who is the deal for?"

"Artest!" Jamal's voice was low and hoarse. Just now, he also pulled the cheerleader upstairs to kick off, but the gun was stopped by the phone when it reached the door. This annoyed him quite a bit, and even more so when he answered, his agent told him that he was put on the shelf and was going to be traded, Nima! Having such a good time, all of a sudden it was like being struck by lightning, and it directly made Jamal stupid.

Jamal is Canadian, and his ideal place to play is to belong to the Toronto Raptors, where his family is, where he grew up. When he was at the Hornets, he grew tired of playing, and it was only when he returned to Toronto that he could explode into a long-lost passion. Now that he heard that he was going to roll up and leave, Jamal was not happy, and he wanted to stay in Toronto, where he was getting better.

So Jamal lifted his pants and left, and he first begged his agent to do everything in his power to keep him in Toronto. At the same time, I thought of finding someone to talk to at the party, Bosh and Kyle! He hopes that the two core of the team can help him speak and save a chance for life. Bosh was in the lobby, and Jamal was the first to find him. However, Bosh said that he would discuss with Kyle first, and he looked like he was wise enough to protect himself. Then they go upstairs non-stop to ruin Kyle's good deeds.

"Have you called Sam?" Kyle doesn't believe that the old man is so stupid, Jamal is an important part of the team, how can he ruin the chemistry that is not bad? In particular, Kyle's strategy of using Jamal as the axis is completely inseparable from this all-round big man.

"Nope! But my agent has already confirmed, and the news can't be fake. Jamal said.

"I think we need to double-check that Sam can't do that." Kyle still wants to know what Sam means.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Raptors players came in a team, obviously receiving the wind. Jamal tells his friends to end the damn party. Bosh just looked at his toes, and didn't mean to call at all.

A team, as the core of the house, still has a certain right to know about the transaction, and if the position is more stable, there is also the right to suggest, of course! Superstars are involved. But the Raptors are now in the dual core, with Kyle as the engine and Bosh as the finisher. If you have to divide it into levels, it must be Kyle who belongs to the leading star.

Kyle looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at him, and he suddenly felt his scalp tingle. In fact, he felt that it was more appropriate for Bosh to make this call, after all, Sam's relationship with him was a bit delicate, especially after tampering with tactics, it was not good, and of course it was not bad. Bosh is different, he has been with the Raptors for three years, has a core throne, has a relatively docile personality, and has a normal relationship with Sam.

But now the situation is that everyone expects Kyle to open his mouth, and he will be the one everyone wants. Seeing that Bosh was also looking at him with that little expectant look, Kyle really wanted to punch him in the old face, pretending! Deadly outfit! But there is no way, now he can't choose, helpless! Kyle has no choice but to be the one who comes out on top.

"Hey! Sam, good evening! Kyle dialed the old man's phone.

"Good evening, Kyle! I was about to call you, are you available? Come to the office and discuss something with you. Sam's voice was a little tired.

"Hey... ok！ I'll go over now. ”

Kyle hung up the phone and came back to the crowd and said, "I think I need to talk to Sam in person, I need to go, now!" ”

"Kyle! Please. "Jamal was completely out of the pre-party spirits.

"Kyle! Thank you! Peterson was also in a heavy mood. The NBA is a business league, but when it comes to being truly traded as goods, no one is happy.

"Kyle! I want to play with you. Joey was more direct.

Kyle nodded, it wasn't his business at all, but he was being pushed here today, and he really didn't want to see Jamal traded. The faces of the others are not much better, the rabbit is sad that the fox is dead! Maybe the next one is one of you.

"I do it with all my heart!"

(Thanks to i Reader-yes for the tip!) (To be continued.) )