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"Tennis players?" Iroh looked at Sharapova, who was still a little green in front of her, but undeniably beautiful and bubbling, and pretended not to be sure.

"Oh?? You know me? Sharapova asked curiously.

"Well, if I don't usually do anything, I like to watch all kinds of sports news, and I've learned about it on TV, so I've heard of the name of a talented beautiful girl in Russian tennis" Iroh stared into Sharapova's eyes and smiled wickedly.

Iroh didn't lie, in his previous life, Iroh also collected a lot of information about Sharapova, and he was a 'Sharapova fan' for a while.

"Hmph, what are you looking at, haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman?" Sharapova was very uncomfortable stared at by Iro, as if there were thousands of worms crawling on her body, and said coquettishly.

"Hehe, I've seen a lot of beautiful women, but I've never seen a female athlete as beautiful as you and so powerful." Wickedly smiled, his right hand raised his 'heart blooming', "Haha - we have a Chinese proverb - meeting is fate, come - beautiful Miss Sharapova, can you enjoy your face and have a drink??" With that, he shook his glass gently.

Listening to Iroh's blatant praise, Sharapova also blushed a little, and couldn't help but think, am I really so beautiful? Touching his face with his hands, he doubted his beauty for the first time.

"Is it really as good as you say?" Sharapova took a sip of the glass of wine that Iroh had brought, blushed slightly, and asked in a low voice.

Xiao Lei, who was in the distance, saw this qiē in his eyes, and couldn't help but whistle and secretly give a thumbs up to Ailuo.

Ailo looked at Xiao Lei, who was squeezing his eyebrows at him, smiled even more happily, got up, and then sat down next to Sharapova, his left hand went around Sharapova's back, and parked at his waist, "Of course!" "Looking at my honest eyes, are they free of a trace of impurities?" “

Sharapova looked at the young man in front of her, who was about the same age as herself, and the manly breath that was close at hand, her body trembled slightly, and she frowned, but she didn't refuse, but her face turned even redder. The girl's nature is curious, but she is also very honest, and she says what she sees: "What if all I see is eye droppings?" Sharapova said with a chuckle covering her mouth, relieving her embarrassment by the way.

Speechless, Ielo rolled his eyes and moved his head closer to Sharapova.

Feeling a little distracted, Sharapova tilted her head, and Iro's mouth just kissed Sharapova's ear, spitting out a clear smell of wine and a strong manly smell in Sharapova, "Hey—do you want to stop seeing clearly?" ”

Maybe it was the alcohol that made Iroh bolder, looking at the Sharapova in front of her, who had been worshiped as a "goddess" in her previous life, a slightly shy and charming peerless face, she couldn't help but lean her head forward, and her lips were lightly imprinted on Sharapova's lips.

"Hmm!!" Sharapova's eyes widened, her head had short-circuited at the moment, oh my! This is my first kiss!!

Looking at each other, Ello smiled even more, suddenly felt a pain in his lips, pushed Sharapova away, and said angrily, "Are you a puppy?" Then he touched his lips with his hand, looked at his fingers, and there was no blood, and then he was relieved.

"Hmph, that was my first kiss! Bastard!!! Sharapova sat down on the edge of the stool, her pretty face on the side.

"Haha-hmm-cough," the blonde boy playing the piano couldn't help but smile when he heard it, but looked at Sharapova and Iro, who had 'murderous' eyes, coughed, and continued to play the piano music consciously.

"I'm sorry, can't I be wrong?" Iroh carried out the second step of his own deduction, you stepped back and moved your body forward, and her tone was very gentle, "It's just that you are too beautiful, so I can't help it, I can't stop it, it's a big deal - let you kiss back." ”

"Bastard! You think it's beautiful!! Sharapova clasped her hands to her chest and glared at Iroh viciously.

"Hey, you said that if you can put this momentum on the playing field, wouldn't it be easy to win the number one in the world?" Iroh drank to herself and looked at Sharapova.

"Bastard! Let you manage!! The pretty face twisted to the side again

"You can really get the number one in the world!"

"Really? Bastard?? Can I really be number one in the world? Sharapova's tone began to loosen, and her anger disappeared by more than half, and she asked.

It can be seen how much Sharapova aspires to become the number one in the world.

"Of course, if you don't believe it—look at my sincere eyes again! Hah-"

"Bastard! Are you kidding me? ”——

That's it, you come and go, I'm you, the two quickly selectively forgot about what happened before, became acquainted, and began to talk about their dreams, talking about the hardships of pursuing their dreams while drinking, tears and snot, and another sip of wine, all saying that women are made of water, and Iroh only had a deep understanding at this moment-

The next morning.

When Sharapova woke up, she looked at the qiē in front of her and couldn't believe it, but the qiē in front of her made her unable to ignore it. Oh my God, I actually had a one-night stand with a Chinese I only met last night?

The clothes they had worn last night, scattered on the floor of the room, their coats, t-s, underwear, panties, and a faint trace of blood on the sheets, living evidence lay out in front of them, as if mocking Sharapova's refusal to face reality.

Looking at Iroh who was laughing but still asleep, Sharapova came up with a nameless fire, and she couldn't help but kick Iro's ass with her foot.

Iroh was still precipitated in her dreams, her smile was still the same, and Sharapova couldn't help but scold, "Dead pig! I can really sleep, it's such a bastard!! Seeing this smile, he couldn't help but kick two feet again, maybe these two kicks were a little hard, Iroh frowned, in the dream he felt a little pain in his buttocks, touched it, and then rubbed his eyes, and then said in a daze: "Don't mess around, Xiaomeng, I just dreamed of me and Maria." Sharapova gets laid! "I spoke English for a night last night, and I didn't convert it, so I was confused and spoke in English.

One can imagine what the results will be.

It doesn't matter if you say it, when you say it, it's like adding a handful of oil to a red-hot pot and throwing a match on a pile of gunpowder! After Sharapova wrapped her body with the quilt, she viciously kicked Airo and scolded loudly: "Bastard! You wake me up!! ”

"Holy! I'm really with Maria. Did Sharapova? Iroh touched her aching buttocks, looked at the angry Sharapova in front of her, and said in surprise. However, this time it was in Chinese, which Sharapova did not understand.

Iroh pouted, not surprised, for he had carried Sharapova back to the hotel last night. Looking at Sharapova, who was full of anger, she naturally said: "What a fuss, it doesn't seem like you took the initiative last night-" Sharapova was thin-skinned and said angrily, "Bastard! Shut up! Eloco ignored her and continued, "Hmph. Last night, he was so enthusiastic and moved more than me, so much that my waist hurts a little now. ”

This is completely hatred! Instantly angered Sharapova again, Sharapova moved her buttocks, picked up the pillow under her and threw it at Iro, "I told you to stop talking!" Bastard!! ”

"Who's staying in this hotel?" Iroh kindly nodded.

Sharapova looked at this room with familiar eyes, looked around and looked very familiar, and suddenly looked at the familiar global limited edition LV handbag on the sofa, and her pretty face was slightly red, "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Bastard!! The tone was not as heavy as it used to be.

"Hehe, it's okay if I don't say it." Elo looked wickedly at Sharapova, who was wrapped in the quilt.

"Huh?" Sharapova felt Ello's fiery eyes and wrapped herself in the quilt a little tighter.

Iroh was made to roll his eyes by Sharapova's action, pouted and said, "It's not like I didn't see it last night...... Seeing the eyes that wanted to kill, he consciously closed his mouth, laughed dryly, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, help me take the phone on the bedside table to see what time it is." ”

"Ten past eight" Sharapova took her phone and hummed softly.

"Huh? No way! It's almost late!! Hurriedly jumped out of bed and picked up the panties on the ground, only to hear Sharapova's voice, "Bastard!" That's my panties!! ”

"Hey, sorry - something went wrong in your busyness!" Iroh smiled awkwardly and threw the black panties to Sharapova, putting on the other pair of panties on the ground himself.

Iroh quickly dressed up, took the phone on the bedside table, saw the sticky notes on the bedside table, found a pen in the drawer, wrote his phone number on the sticky notes, and pressed it with the bedside water glass.

After checking to see if anything was missing, before leaving, he looked at Sharapova, who was still glaring at him on the bed, and couldn't help but climb into bed again, and in Sharapova's surprise, kissed her on the lips.

Then before Sharapova could react, she got out of bed, smiled and picked up the satchel at the door, and opened the door.

Sharapova, who reacted, was just about to scold angrily, when she heard a 'bang' sound of closing the door, and the ** "bastard" Elo didn't hear it, and the angry Sharapova could only pick up another pillow and throw it in the direction of the door.

After a while, touching her hot face, thinking of the kiss just now, Sharapova's face turned even redder, and she said in a voice smaller than the voice of a mosquito: "I didn't think this bastard was quite funny." Reaching out and taking the sticky notes on the bedside table that Elo left pressed by the water cup, **, walked to the sofa, took his global limited edition LV bag, unzipped it, and took out his mobile phone.

Press the power button on the top of your phone.

After a while, the phone kept "ticking and ticking!!" It rang out.

Frowning and showing his eyebrows, he opened it and saw that except for a few comforting text messages sent by friends, the rest were all text messages from his father, and there were hundreds! Or dozens of missed calls!!

With a strict family education, she could guess what her father was sending, pressed the exit button, entered Iro's mobile phone number on the phone button, deposited, and typed in the name: bastard.

Then I dialed my father's mobile phone number.