It doesn't matter if he's shy, or if he's cold, anyway, the Russian Arshavin hardly laughs and plays with his teammates, and rarely talks, feeling that he has to pay for his words, and the Tsar is also the only one in the whole team of Madiburg who has not been to Zhuo Yang's house to eat.

He's not a bad guy or anything like that, he's actually very good, and he's not withdrawn, as soon as he is asked to go to the party, he is allowed to drink when you pick up a glass, but he doesn't like to talk. Perhaps because of the stumbling of German, Arshavin and his compatriots could not compare at all. Yuri Zhirkov is not a talker, but cold humor is still indispensable from time to time, especially after a few bottles of wine, it is his business on the table, except for Zhuo Yang and Lao Song, Zhirkov dares to pinch anyone's nose.

Arshavin is the kind of person you provoke with him, and his answer will always be "Oh, yes?" Or "huh", the standard chat terminator.

However, the Tsar is also a shortcoming in this regard, and he is still quite a good person in other aspects, he is desperate on the court, and he is very team spirited, and he is very polite off the court, and everyone uses honorific titles, and Uncle Ziegler, who is the gatekeeper of the club, is: "Mr. Ziegler, hello, thank you." "How can it be like Zhuo Yang's group, open your mouth and close your mouth and don't pay attention to it: "Old Qi, do you want to drink flower wine?" ”

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"King, come on!" The taxi driver said.

Zhuo Yang turned around and closed the car door, knocked his chest with his right hand, and nodded.

After attending the regular post-game party, Zhuo Yang withdrew. Since the little pig and their departure, he has rarely gone to nightclubs, and occasionally a few times in order to play an exemplary role as a captain should be, and retire first when everyone is properly arranged.

The night was already dark, it was drizzling in Hanover, and the more light the rain was in late autumn, the colder it became. Thin and dense rain fell on his face, and it didn't take much effort to flow down his cheeks, like tears.

The dense silk rain blocked the illumination of the street lamp, and it was a little dark near Zhuo Yang's second floor, but there was still light falling from the upstairs window, which was the lamp left for him by his sister.

Zhuo Yang's steps did not stagger, but he was still a little drunk after drinking, he did not bring an umbrella and walked two steps to the small door of the fence, and before he pushed the door in, he suddenly found a black shadow hiding under the tree not far away.

"Who?" Awake in vigilance.

"Zhuo Yang ......" let out a coquettish cry, and the cold nephrite entered her arms, and the woman's aggrieved voice was crying.

"Beverly...... why are you here?" The linen coat worn by the black beauty looked particularly thin on a rainy night in late autumn, and her whole body was almost soaked and cold, and it was obvious that the waiting time was not short. "How long have you been here? Why don't you go in? Look at this cold ......."

"I called you, I can't get through......" Beverly buried her head in Zhuo Yang's arms and whispered. To tell the truth, with the size of a black beauty, it is still a bit difficult to hide her head on Zhuo Yang's chest.

Zhuo Yang's Nokia found that there was no power when he was at the party just now, and he didn't have the habit of carrying a charger with him. And the situation that the mobile phone is out of power often occurs, so that Zhuo Yang is planning to change to a Chinese-made copycat machine, I heard the ocean say that those domestic machines are super loud, not to mention, just wait for half a month and play.

"Quick, hurry in, my sister is at home, you don't know each other, why don't you wait stupidly outside! Look at the ...... that froze you, oops, your forehead is a little hot, don't you have a fever......"

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With Mei returning from the night, she alarmed her sister Zhuo Qiu, and she didn't have time to ask anything, so she quickly asked Beverly to take a hot bath first, and then changed into her extra pajamas. The tall black beauty didn't bring any luggage except for a carry-on bag. After a thick bowl of ginger soup was served, Beverly, who had a slight fever, fell into a deep sleep, leaving something to say tomorrow.

After settling Beverly, Zhuo Yang and his sister exchanged a couple of homely gossip, and then went upstairs to play the piano, he liked to wander in the world of music in this slightly drunk state. In Tchaikovsky's frivolous "Dance of the Four Little Swans", Zhuo Yang ponders the purpose of Beverly's sudden arrival with her.

Zhuo Yang knows that Beverly has a good impression of herself, which can be seen from the date in Monaco, and Zhuo Yang also has a good impression of her, after all, she is very good-looking. But whether this faint affection between each other is enough to make the beauty fall into the arms on a rainy night thousands of miles away, Zhuo Yang is not sure. Beverly's visit this time should have a lot to do with her star status.

Zhuo Yang's entry into the WTO is very shallow, but he is not a mallet, and there are already many such emotional combinations around him. He knows that ordinary models like Beverly do not refuse to have feelings for celebrities at all, and even act very proactive. Good brother Piggy Schweinsteiger's ex-girlfriend Lydia, she is surrounded by little actors and young models, and several bold beauties have tried to get close to Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang feels that Beverly has a good impression of him and celebrities chasing two in one, but he does not reject these things, and Zhuo Yang has no moral cleanliness.

Zhuo Yang's analysis was correct, but he didn't know that the story was much more complicated.

Beverly Deng is 21 years old this year, and she is already embarrassing in the modeling industry at this age. In the modeling industry, it is very important to become famous as soon as possible, and there are many seventeen or eighteen-year-old tall beauties who are grandly launched by the industry every day, and even many thirteen or fourteen-year-old talented little girls have become popular in the modeling industry.

In this industry, who is over 20 years old and has not yet become famous, and is still in the seventh or eighth line, just like a football player in his thirties who is still playing in an amateur league, it is almost impossible to have any future development, unless there is a miracle.

Beverly Deng is like this, since her debut at the age of sixteen, she has always belonged to the class of migrant models, and her biggest achievement is just to be able to walk a few wild shows, almost no grade and style.

A girl like her, who has no education, breaks the junior high school level of compulsory education, and her biggest capital is her height and appearance, and then she has attended a two-month crash training course for models. In order to get ahead in this industry, Beverly has suffered a lot and is still eating to this day. Since stepping into this industry at the age of sixteen, I have not been less than the unspoken rules of wild agents, directors and low-end designers, which is also the reality of this industry, no one can hide from it, and no one can refuse.

However, it is not that you will succeed if you are submerged, the vast majority of girls are submerged, so the actual situation is that it is useless to be submerged, if you don't want to dive, you have to die, and your modeling career has to die. Being able to be dived by those real big names in the industry is a blessing for these girls, maybe they will be bitter, but like these characters who happened to Beverly, they can only comfort themselves and think that they are being pressed by ghosts.

There's no way around it, Beverly has always been at the bottom of the modeling world, and she can only get in touch with people at this level. All kinds of grievances and unbearable, in exchange for just a catwalk that can earn some change from time to time, that's all.

But the wedding of her good friend Vasiba gave Beverly the last hope. And it was the wife of Scar Ribery who gave the idea to the simple and cowardly Beverly.