This Falcon 600 private jet is taxiing on the exclusive taxiway of Madrid Air Station, the local time is almost close to 5 o'clock in the morning, and the private apron is more than 400 meters away from the civil aviation passenger terminal, which is much quieter than the private apron, and there are no flights taking off for half a day.

That is, the private plane that carried Cabiné and Benzema back to Madrid City taxied on the taxiway for seven minutes, and then parked casually on the exclusive tarmac, and it was full of various types of private jets, a little number, about thirteen.

The emptiness on the tarmac, coupled with the cold of the night wind, caused the door of the plane to be lowered, and the beautiful flight attendant couldn't help but shrink her neck after walking out of the cabin, and shivered a few more times, and then she tidied up her dress, and stood gracefully by the short elevator of the cabin door, waiting for her passengers to get out of the cabin.

The first to get out of the cabin was Benzema, and Cabine followed behind, both of them were like flight attendants, unable to withstand the cold of the night wind, so cold that the two rows of teeth knocked out strange sounds such as "boom" and so on, and Carbine didn't even have the heart to say goodbye to the flight attendant, he walked on the tarmac, and he tightly curled his upper body.

"Wait!" Benzema, who was already behind in order to say hello to the flight attendant, shouted and motioned for Kabine, who was hurrying forward, to wait for him.

Kabine slowed down and looked back, almost not wanting to speak in the overly cold night wind, plus a man who had just finished hours of static action in the early hours of the morning, and then walked out of the cabin. But it's such a cold ghost weather, basically saying. Before the heat of the whole body has not adapted to the current weather, that person can only be in a state of confusion.

Benzema hurried up. Just patted Kirbine's shoulder, he was about to speak, but there was a sudden hoarse feeling in his throat, maybe it was the current weather, and the temperature difference in his body, he finally said: "Hey~!" Welcome to Madrid! Can the weather adapt here? ”

Kirbyne shrunk his nose and said in an equally reluctant voice, "If you can live in the city of Granada for a while, maybe ...... Maybe you'll find out. It's colder there in the early hours of the morning than in Madrid! ”

Benzema didn't deliberately give words, just smiled lightly, and between his breaths, a white breath came out of his mouth, and then neither of them spoke, and walked forward quickly, wanting to leave the unbearable tarmac as soon as possible.

The Falcon 600 private jet behind them revved its engines and was ready to be officially parked in the assigned parking stand. The sound of "boom" between the wings on both sides was particularly harsh, which directly made Cabine and Benzema speed up their pace of leaving the tarmac one level further.

Dedicated arrival hall for private flights. It's two different worlds from the tarmac outside, and after Carbine and Benzema stepped into the hall, they quickly breathed a sigh of relief. And he had already discovered that his face was horribly white. If you stay on the tarmac too much, won't you be frozen?

A staff member who is in charge of immigration clearance for passengers. There were only two men stationed in the arrival hall at this time, and the two men were obviously unlucky, and in such a weather that was perfect for hiding under the covers and sleeping soundly, the two poor creatures were arranged to be on night duty, and even when a figure like Benzema approached the counter, they were almost expressionless.

Soon, both Kabine and Benzema successfully went through the immigration procedures, probably walked more than 30 steps in the arrival hall, and finally turned into a corner of the corner, before they came to the gate of entry, and outside the gate, a high-end RV was parked very regularly, and out of the driver's seat was a middle-aged man in formal clothes.

"My driver has arrived! Although you insist on not accepting my land transfers, I want to say that this is a private flight terminal, not only is there no place to rest, but there is no taxi to come here, why don't I send you to the civil aviation passenger terminal, where you will be much freer, how about it? ”

Benzema told the truth, Carbine's intuition was very reasonable, and he quickly agreed, and then followed Benzema to the high-end RV, and the first destination was the civil aviation passenger terminal not far away.

Benzema instructed his driver, and Kabine was also thanking Benzema, and the time when the two finally broke up was thirty seconds later, Kabine left the car, turned back, and thanked him again, and Benzema's smile appeared again, and before leaving, he said: "I hope that when we meet again, not on the field, but in life, okay?" ”

"Absolutely!" With a thumbs-up gesture, Karbine gave a few seconds of Benzema disappearing into the night in the distance of the civil aviation passenger terminal in the high-end motorhome.

Kabine's next move was to walk into the departure hall on the second floor, because it was warmer and a good place to rest, and it was still early in the morning, and there were obviously fewer passengers inside the passenger building, so Kabine didn't need to put on that black cap.

After changing the SIM card and restarting the phone, the phone received two text messages in a few seconds......

The reason why Kabine wanted to change the SIM card immediately was because he wanted to contact Celina earlier, but after clicking on the text box, he was disappointed to find that the message was not sent by Cherina, but by Kabine's friend and club teammate - Mouse.

[Idiot! I've seen everything you did in the game, and although the behavior is childish, I like it very much! Thank you for breathing this out for me, I'm in a much better mood now! 】

[Idiot! If you don't guess wrong! You're going to give me that white sweatshirt, aren't you? I'm so excited to think about it, I really want to see that white sweatshirt soon, I'm going to hang it in the center of the living room, and I'm going to come back to Granada! I'll wait for you! 】

After reading the two short messages sent by the idiot of the squirrel, Carbine just laughed out loud, and in order not to disturb the other passengers resting in the passenger terminal, Carbine reluctantly covered his mouth to let the laughter go away......

Finally, Kabine replied to the squirrel with a text message: [Idiot! Not only did I bring back the white sweatshirt, but I also brought you the ball for the game! Please be prepared to thank me again! (To be continued......)