The fashion show is over, and the party is back on again.

Inzaghi is a love hunter, and this guy plunges headlong into it, playing happily, and doesn't care about Suke at all.

Suke looked at Inzaghi coldly.

This guy is cheeky, accosted one by one, and was rejected again and again, but he didn't look frustrated.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat!

The ninth master in Su Ke's mind should be a veteran of the love field, hook his fingers, and a large number of fans will fall over.

But now the picture is quite the opposite.

Call~~~~~~

Su Ke exhaled and couldn't help but sigh:

"What a terrible day!"

"Bad day? Why? ”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

Suke turned his head to see a man in a suit and leather shoes with a big back combing standing behind him.

Suke recognized it at a glance.

"Hello, boss!"

AC Milan Honorary President, Silvio Berlusconi.

Silvio Berlusconi walked over, and beside him was a strange middle-aged man and Giselle, whom Inzaghi had been thinking about. Bundchen accompanied.

Berlusconi walked over and patted Suker's shoulder cordially, shushing the cold and asking for warmth:

"What's life like in Milan?"

"It's good, it's great!"

"I watched the last game and you did a great job!"

"I will give my life for Milan!"

In a word, Berlusconi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Whether it was sincere or not, Suke's attitude made him laugh.

Suke looked up slightly, and he noticed that Giselle. Bundchen raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

What kind of eyes does this woman have?

Suke glared back.

Giselle. Bundchen was slightly surprised, and immediately pursed his lips and smiled.

"Come on, let's have a drink together and wish you the best in Milan." Silvio Berlusconi toasts.

Suke took the glass from the bartender next to him and took a sip.

During this time, Suke saw the strange middle-aged man stretching out his groping hand and wanting to hug Giselle. Bundchen's small waist.

But the latter gently twisted away and put his palm on the other's shoulder.

This is also a long-sleeved courtesan who is good at dancing.

Silvio Berlusconi soon left, but he took Giselle. Bundchen stayed.

Suke looked up at Giselle. Bundchen.

This woman stepped on the sky high, and she was stunned to be more than half a head taller than his 'one-meter-eight' height.

"Let's find a place to sit!" Su Ke rubbed his neck: "My neck hurts." ”

Giselle. Bundchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

She didn't refuse either.

The two walked out of the banquet hall together and sat down on the seats on the open-air rooftop.

After Suke sat down, Giselle. Bundchen also twisted his waist and sat opposite Suke.

Knocking on Erlang's legs, the already long legs seem to be getting longer and longer.

"He's my boss, but we don't know each other!"

Sooke said in Italian.

Giselle. Bundchen nodded, also in Italian: "You can see it." ”

Giselle. Bundchen's elegant jawline lifted slightly, revealing a look of pride, and she sipped the champagne in her hand slightly.

But Su Ke's next sentence directly made her squirt.

"He wants me to be soaked!"

Ahem, ahem!!

Giselle. Bundchen choked.

Ren has been in love for a long time, and she has never heard such a stupid opening statement.

Suke handed the tissue over.

Giselle. Bundchen coughed dryly and asked; "So?"

Suke shrugged: "But I don't have this kind of thought, we can be friends first!" ”

Giselle. Bundchen smiles; "Be friends first, and then soak me?"

Suker frowned; "Why are you so dirty!"

Giselle. Bundchen was stunned.

Every word Suke said was not in the logic of her thinking.

Sucker Road; "I have a friend who said that if you want to be a girl, especially a beautiful girl, you must meet two things."

Giselle. Bundchen rests one hand on the table, which is a more relaxed position.

This means that the woman is interested in what Suke has to say.

Sure enough, Giselle. Bundchen raised his eyebrows; "Which two?"

Suker raised his index finger; "Either you're earth-shatterably handsome!"

Giselle. Bundchen nodded, in approval.

"What else?"

Sucre; "Either it's rich!"

Suke pointed to himself; "Do you think I'm handsome?"

Giselle. Bundchen shook his head.

Sooke pointed to Giselle again. Bundchen: "Compared to you, I'm probably a poor man!" ”

Poof!

Giselle. Bundchen laughed.

"You're honest."

Suke nodded; "So, why should I soak you!"

Giselle. Bundchen chuckled and said; "Your opening statement is funny, but you still want to bubble me."

"Your eyes never look directly into my eyes, they keep wandering around my chest, thighs and waist, and you are taking me as a prey!"

"Not prey, but," Suke shrugged and generously admitted; "Okay. I'll admit it, I want to soak you! ”

Giselle. Bundchen smiled slightly: "But you give me a good feeling, we can start as friends!" ”

Giselle. Bundchen stretched out his glass and smiled; "Hello, my poor ghost friend."

Su Ke raised his glass: "Hello, my rich woman friend! ”

After successfully negotiating, Suke began to unleash his incorruptible tongue.

Suke talks about interesting things lately, especially in the football field.

Giselle. Bündchen is a Brazilian supermodel, and she naturally has a love for football.

"I like David Beckham." Giselle. Bundchen shrugged; "He's handsome!"

Su Ke was not angry: "Can handsome be eaten?" Ronaldo is true love! ”

Giselle. Bundchen laughed twice, she waved her hand; "I can't talk to you anymore, my masseter muscles are going to laugh wider."

Saying, Giselle. Bundchen was about to get up.

Suker shouted; "Hey, don't you leave me a phone number?"

Giselle. Bundchen winked and pointed to the table: "On the napkin above!" ”

Suke immediately picked it up.

He wants the phone number to be written on it, preferably wrapped with a key card.

But to his disappointment, he found only the phone number.

Giselle. Bundchen is gone, and Sooke should go back.

Suke took out his phone and dialed Inzaghi's number, but no one answered.

Suke tried to call a few more times, but no one answered.

Suker plucked his phone from his ear and saw a text message on the screen.

Half an hour ago, Inzaghi sent him a text message.

'Man, I'm going to the next place, there's a taxi at the airport, you can take a taxi back!' ’

Suke glared angrily.

"Inzaghi! Your uncle's! ”

The wind in Milan is not cold, but it is chilling.

Suke is fully aware of Inzaghi's unreliable guy.

Now, he can only complain about why he didn't get a driver's license.

A man walks along a street lamp towards the airport taxi stop area.

While Suker was waiting for the traffic light, a red Ferrari came to a halt in front of him with a roar.

The windows rolled down and Giselle. Bundchen looked at Suke.

"Why are you here, my friend!"

Suke grinned: "I don't have a driver's license yet!" ”

Giselle. Bundchen was stunned for a moment, and then lay down in the driver's seat and laughed.

She wiped a handful of tears from her eyes and smiled; "So, you're going to get a taxi?"

Suke nodded with difficulty.

Damn it! Inferior!

Giselle. Bundchen pressed a button.

I saw the Ferrari's scissor door slowly rising.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Giselle. Bundchen winked mischievously: "My poor ghost friend! ”

Giselle. Bundchen drove, and Suk was unusually quiet.

"Why didn't you speak?" Giselle. A smile tugged at the corner of Bundchen's mouth, and he teased, "Wasn't it humorous just now?" ”

Sucre; "You'd better concentrate on driving, be careful I report you for drunk driving!"

Hahaha!!

Giselle. Bundchen laughed out loud again, this time with a much more bold smile.

Across the street from Sooker's villa, Suk Road; "You'd better stop, there's paparazzi in front of my house."

Giselle. Bundchen Parking; "That's a real nuisance."

With that, she stopped on the side of the road.

Suke got out of the car and walked away quickly.

Giselle. Bundchen turned his head and shouted; "Next time you need a taxi, call me!"

Su Ke immediately quickened his pace and left.

Giselle. Bundchen smiled and drove away.

Suker felt the sports car leave.

The frequency of his feet began to slow down, rubbing his cheeks with both hands, loosening tense muscles.

He took a few deep breaths at the same time, which made his slightly red cheeks begin to calm down.

Su Ke then turned his head to look at the dark street, and said softly:

"This woman likes to be tender!"

Sooke returned to the villa, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Zoranch sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Coming back?"

Zoranch teased; "I thought you wouldn't be back today!"

Su Ke shrugged: "I wasn't coming back!" ”

Zolanch raised an eyebrow slightly; "Got a story?"

Sooke: "Sort of! ”

Zoranch wondered; "Which one?"

Suker was not angry; "You seem to wish I was going to pick up girls."

Zoranch smiled and sipped; "You need exposure, not just for the game, but for life off the field!"

"Beautiful women, luxury cars, these can make you appear in the spotlight!"

"So, which one did you date?"

Suke: "Giselle. Bundchen! ”

Zollanch was stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth slightly: "Giselle. Bundchen? The world's number one supermodel? ”

"She fancy you?"

It's not that Zollanch looks down on Suke, it's Giselle. Bundchen is too famous.

Su Ke is very famous in the football circle, but he has not yet become popular in the circle, and his fame is limited to the football circle.

In terms of fame alone, Giselle. Bundchen shook Suk several streets.

Zoranch also wanted to keep Suke to continue gossiping, but Suke was already tired.

He's not Inzaghi's energy monster.

As soon as he finished the game and went to watch the fashion show, Suke wanted to take a shower and lie down on the bed and sleep beautifully.

The next day, Suke woke up yawning.

The phone vibrated and Su Ke opened the phone and looked at it.

Giselle. Bundchen's text message.

'Good morning, my poor ghost friend, your paparazzi are dedicated, we're in the headlines! ’

Suke yawned, not paying much attention to it.

When he walked out of the room, he saw Zoranch standing in the doorway.

Sucre; "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" Zollanch smiled: "Now the whole of Milan is your news, lucky guy." ”

With that, he handed over a newspaper.

Suke took it and looked at it.

A striking line at the top.

'The world's number one supermodel, Giselle. Bundchen's new love, a popular new star in European football, Suke! ’

Below is an image.

Suker and Giselle. Picture of Bundchen riding home in a vehicle.

Suke scratched his head; "These reporters are amazing, when did they shoot them?"

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