Chapter 2487
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Elaine handed the milk to Zhuoyang and c Luo. She did not look askance in the process, but her eyes were full of smiles. Obviously, she saw Zhuoyang's desire just now. Then, leaving a charming smile for them, they went back to the house with graceful waist.
Zhuoyang stared at Elena's floating hips, dazed, like a poet staring at the wind by the water.
"Ah, ah!" C Luo reaches out his hand to block Zhuoyang's sight: "look? Look! My lady, I want to see you go home and see you go. "
Zhuoyang put his head back on the reclining chair and said with a long cry, "no wonder Portuguese are mean and honest."
"The Portuguese are more generous than the Spanish, and more generous than the English of NIMA," said Ronaldo
Zhuoyang said, "do you want face? Why don't you compete with the Krauts? "
Cristiano: I think you're half German and half Italian
Zhuo Yang closed his eyes: "speak well, don't scold. I'm a pure Chinaman. If you change my blood, I'll throw it into the pool
C Luo said: "if you want to throw it, just throw it. Anyway, I can't beat you. I can't drown NIMA in the pool. "
Zhuoyang said, "I will stay by the pool to prevent you from coming up and drowning you? Hum! "
"You can't drown me even when it's dark. I can swim well."
"Better than table tennis?"
C. when Roden shut up.
Zhuoyang picked up the milk that Elaine had just sent, poured it in for a long time, and then said, "you're not mean? Let the ancestor of the world champion of table tennis win you back. Look at you. Mr. Luo, if I wanted to change into someone else, I would have smoked big ears of photons. "
C Luo is silent.
"Tell me about you. I mended you in the dressing room and gave you a smile. What else do you want? Or you'll find a world champion to beat me up? "
"I can't find NIMA."
"Look out - look out. You don't eat by table tennis, do you? We didn't see you like this when we lost the game. Losing a ping-pong game would be like killing our father. "
"Zhuoyang, my father is dead."
"I'm sorry, but I'm sorry."
"Apologize."
"Yes - I can't afford it."
Zhuoyang drank up the rest of the milk, lay on the soft chair and smacked his mouth. The swimming pool was silent again.
There is no wind in April in Madrid, and the sunshine caresses the skin like kissing. Zhuoyang simply pulled open the towel covering some place to let the sun shine through. If the privacy is exposed, let it be. It's not a loss anyway.
C Luo also picked up the milk, but he didn't take such a big SIP as Zhuoyang, but slowly chucked it, like the habitual memory left when he was a baby.
"Lao Zhuo, you have a good introduction, a good person, no big problem. If you want to be a friend, you have no choice. "
"Thank you."
"But I just can't get close to you." C Luo said: "what's wrong with me? I'm fine, too. You're OK, but it's still your problem. "
"Oh? Listen carefully. "
"Lao Zhuo, we both play football. You play football well. Everyone admits it, and I do. But I don't play worse than you, do I? "
Zhuo Yangxin said: you are happy.
"Old Zhuo, apart from football, you can talk about piano very well. Everyone knows that. God, he will give you food. Although you don't believe in God. "
C Luo is whirring milk while he is talking about it.
"You are not hateful. I admit that you are good at football and piano."
Zhuoyang is not proud.
"But you are really hateful in addition to the two." C Luo said: "first of all, I'm not careful. You say it on your own conscience. Do you think you're going to hate yourself when you change positions?"
"Mr. Luo, make it clear. How can I provoke you to hate?"
"Ah -" c Luo sighed and said, "look what we're looking for, girlfriend. Is your fiancee like again? Compare with you, NIMA How to compare? Tell me about you! "
Zhuoyang began to be proud.
"Your father is a general, and chairman Bernard Florentino will serve him personally. My father is a fucking alcoholic. He just drank himself to death. He is not dead. Is there anyone to talk to him at Bernabeu? "
C Luo's mood began to be excited, but Zhuoyang was more proud.
"You have a fiancee and a father. I don't know anyone else, but I can't get close to you. Do you think geneima should blame you or me? "
"Mr. Luo, do you want to hear me tell the truth?"
"I don't want to."
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"If you want to be friends with others, you can't be better than others all the time. Old Zhuo, do you think it's an intermediary? ""Go on, I'll listen."
"You're better than me everywhere. How did Jemima ask me to be your friend? Lao Zhuo, I know you want to say that I'm careful, but you try to replace yourself with me? Do you want to try and see if you want to be friends with me? "
All of a sudden, Zhuoyang thought that c Luo had something to say.
"Old Zhuo, my friend is not like you. Do you think it is shallow for me to smash you with table tennis? I just want to be friends with you. I've got to find a better way to hold you down and balance my friends, right? "
"Table tennis is the bridge between you and me. Besides, I can't find a reason to convince myself. But it's better for you, NIMA. If you don't say anything, you'll find a ping-pong ancestor and tear down the bridge I built. "
"Lao Zhuo, I'm not being hypocritical. I don't care if you can understand me. I'll introduce you today. In fact, I don't want to say it, but I said it. "
Zhuoyang didn't answer, and didn't take the friendship of six swordsmen to challenge C Luo, because people are different from people. But Zhuoyang understood a little. Although C said "I can't get close to you", he was proud of his arrogance. Today, he was able to say these things. In fact, he had seen himself as a friend.
What Ronaldo said today is the truth of his heart.
Cristiano Ronaldo is extremely proud and proud of his family and childhood experience. He hates his sensitivity and inferiority. Zhuoyang's advantages beyond football, including his family and fiancee, remind Ronaldo of his inferiority.
Ronaldo knows that this is not right, but he has overcome it very hard. Table tennis is just one way for him to overcome it tenaciously. Today, speaking out the secrets in his heart is also a brave challenge to his inferiority.
C Luo is eager to have equal contact with Zhuoyang, but it is natural for him to overcome the inferiority under the cover of strong pride. Ronaldo wants to defeat himself and become a truly powerful person in his heart.
He was waiting for Zhuoyang to speak, but Zhuoyang couldn't answer. The silence by the pool seemed awkward. Things are always like this. People who open their hearts and people who hear about privacy will encounter embarrassment in silence.
Zhuoyang doesn't want to let the embarrassment continue, but he can't go along with the topic of Ronaldo to comfort him, which will make him appear to be a high political commissar. Thinking about it, Zhuoyang decided to deal with it in the way of football field - you play yours, I play mine.
"President Luo, can you tell me about your father?"
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Elaine handed the milk to Zhuoyang and c Luo. She did not look askance in the process, but her eyes were full of smiles. Obviously, she saw Zhuoyang's desire just now. Then, leaving a charming smile for them, they went back to the house with graceful waist.
Zhuoyang stared at Elena's floating hips, dazed, like a poet staring at the wind by the water.
"Ah, ah!" C Luo reaches out his hand to block Zhuoyang's sight: "look? Look! My lady, I want to see you go home and see you go. "
Zhuoyang put his head back on the reclining chair and said with a long cry, "no wonder Portuguese are mean and honest."
"The Portuguese are more generous than the Spanish, and more generous than the English of NIMA," said Ronaldo
Zhuoyang said, "do you want face? Why don't you compete with the Krauts? "
Cristiano: I think you're half German and half Italian
Zhuo Yang closed his eyes: "speak well, don't scold. I'm a pure Chinaman. If you change my blood, I'll throw it into the pool
C Luo said: "if you want to throw it, just throw it. Anyway, I can't beat you. I can't drown NIMA in the pool. "
Zhuoyang said, "I will stay by the pool to prevent you from coming up and drowning you? Hum! "
"You can't drown me even when it's dark. I can swim well."
"Better than table tennis?"
C. when Roden shut up.
Zhuoyang picked up the milk that Elaine had just sent, poured it in for a long time, and then said, "you're not mean? Let the ancestor of the world champion of table tennis win you back. Look at you. Mr. Luo, if I wanted to change into someone else, I would have smoked big ears of photons. "
C Luo is silent.
"Tell me about you. I mended you in the dressing room and gave you a smile. What else do you want? Or you'll find a world champion to beat me up? "
"I can't find NIMA."
"Look out - look out. You don't eat by table tennis, do you? We didn't see you like this when we lost the game. Losing a ping-pong game would be like killing our father. "
"Zhuoyang, my father is dead."
"I'm sorry, but I'm sorry."
"Apologize."
"Yes - I can't afford it."
Zhuoyang drank up the rest of the milk, lay on the soft chair and smacked his mouth. The swimming pool was silent again.
There is no wind in April in Madrid, and the sunshine caresses the skin like kissing. Zhuoyang simply pulled open the towel covering some place to let the sun shine through. If the privacy is exposed, let it be. It's not a loss anyway.
C Luo also picked up the milk, but he didn't take such a big SIP as Zhuoyang, but slowly chucked it, like the habitual memory left when he was a baby.
"Lao Zhuo, you have a good introduction, a good person, no big problem. If you want to be a friend, you have no choice. "
"Thank you."
"But I just can't get close to you." C Luo said: "what's wrong with me? I'm fine, too. You're OK, but it's still your problem. "
"Oh? Listen carefully. "
"Lao Zhuo, we both play football. You play football well. Everyone admits it, and I do. But I don't play worse than you, do I? "
Zhuo Yangxin said: you are happy.
"Old Zhuo, apart from football, you can talk about piano very well. Everyone knows that. God, he will give you food. Although you don't believe in God. "
C Luo is whirring milk while he is talking about it.
"You are not hateful. I admit that you are good at football and piano."
Zhuoyang is not proud.
"But you are really hateful in addition to the two." C Luo said: "first of all, I'm not careful. You say it on your own conscience. Do you think you're going to hate yourself when you change positions?"
"Mr. Luo, make it clear. How can I provoke you to hate?"
"Ah -" c Luo sighed and said, "look what we're looking for, girlfriend. Is your fiancee like again? Compare with you, NIMA How to compare? Tell me about you! "
Zhuoyang began to be proud.
"Your father is a general, and chairman Bernard Florentino will serve him personally. My father is a fucking alcoholic. He just drank himself to death. He is not dead. Is there anyone to talk to him at Bernabeu? "
C Luo's mood began to be excited, but Zhuoyang was more proud.
"You have a fiancee and a father. I don't know anyone else, but I can't get close to you. Do you think geneima should blame you or me? "
"Mr. Luo, do you want to hear me tell the truth?"
"I don't want to."
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"If you want to be friends with others, you can't be better than others all the time. Old Zhuo, do you think it's an intermediary? ""Go on, I'll listen."
"You're better than me everywhere. How did Jemima ask me to be your friend? Lao Zhuo, I know you want to say that I'm careful, but you try to replace yourself with me? Do you want to try and see if you want to be friends with me? "
All of a sudden, Zhuoyang thought that c Luo had something to say.
"Old Zhuo, my friend is not like you. Do you think it is shallow for me to smash you with table tennis? I just want to be friends with you. I've got to find a better way to hold you down and balance my friends, right? "
"Table tennis is the bridge between you and me. Besides, I can't find a reason to convince myself. But it's better for you, NIMA. If you don't say anything, you'll find a ping-pong ancestor and tear down the bridge I built. "
"Lao Zhuo, I'm not being hypocritical. I don't care if you can understand me. I'll introduce you today. In fact, I don't want to say it, but I said it. "
Zhuoyang didn't answer, and didn't take the friendship of six swordsmen to challenge C Luo, because people are different from people. But Zhuoyang understood a little. Although C said "I can't get close to you", he was proud of his arrogance. Today, he was able to say these things. In fact, he had seen himself as a friend.
What Ronaldo said today is the truth of his heart.
Cristiano Ronaldo is extremely proud and proud of his family and childhood experience. He hates his sensitivity and inferiority. Zhuoyang's advantages beyond football, including his family and fiancee, remind Ronaldo of his inferiority.
Ronaldo knows that this is not right, but he has overcome it very hard. Table tennis is just one way for him to overcome it tenaciously. Today, speaking out the secrets in his heart is also a brave challenge to his inferiority.
C Luo is eager to have equal contact with Zhuoyang, but it is natural for him to overcome the inferiority under the cover of strong pride. Ronaldo wants to defeat himself and become a truly powerful person in his heart.
He was waiting for Zhuoyang to speak, but Zhuoyang couldn't answer. The silence by the pool seemed awkward. Things are always like this. People who open their hearts and people who hear about privacy will encounter embarrassment in silence.
Zhuoyang doesn't want to let the embarrassment continue, but he can't go along with the topic of Ronaldo to comfort him, which will make him appear to be a high political commissar. Thinking about it, Zhuoyang decided to deal with it in the way of football field - you play yours, I play mine.
"President Luo, can you tell me about your father?"
Elaine handed the milk to Zhuoyang and c Luo. She did not look askance in the process, but her eyes were full of smiles. Obviously, she saw Zhuoyang's desire just now. Then, leaving a charming smile for them, they went back to the house with graceful waist. Zhuoyang stared at Elena's floating hips, dazed, like a poet staring at the wind by the water. "Ah, ah!" C Luo reaches out his hand to block Zhuoyang's sight: "look? Look! My lady, I want to see you go home and see you go. " Zhuoyang put his head back on the reclining chair and said with a long cry, "no wonder Portuguese are mean and honest." "The Portuguese are more generous than the Spanish, and more generous than the English of NIMA," said Ronaldo Zhuoyang said, "do you want face? Why don't you compete with the Krauts? " Cristiano: I think you're half German and half Italian Zhuo Yang closed his eyes: "speak well, don't scold. I'm a pure Chinaman. If you change my blood, I'll throw it into the pool C Luo said: "if you want to throw it, just throw it. Anyway, I can't beat you. I can't drown NIMA in the pool. " Zhuoyang said, "I will stay by the pool to prevent you from coming up and drowning you? Hum! " "You can't drown me even when it's dark. I can swim well." "Better than table tennis?" C. when Roden shut up. Zhuoyang picked up the milk that Elaine had just sent, poured it in for a long time, and then said, "you're not mean? Let the ancestor of the world champion of table tennis win you back. Look at you. Mr. Luo, if I wanted to change into someone else, I would have smoked big ears of photons. " C Luo is silent. "Tell me about you. I mended you in the dressing room and gave you a smile. What else do you want? Or you'll find a world champion to beat me up? " "I can't find NIMA." "Look out - look out. You don't eat by table tennis, do you? We didn't see you like this when we lost the game. Losing a ping-pong game would be like killing our father. " "Zhuoyang, my father is dead." "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry." "Apologize." "Yes - I can't afford it." Zhuoyang drank up the rest of the milk, lay on the soft chair and smacked his mouth. The swimming pool was silent again. There is no wind in April in Madrid, and the sunshine caresses the skin like kissing. Zhuoyang simply pulled open the towel covering some place to let the sun shine through. If the privacy is exposed, let it be. It's not a loss anyway. C Luo also picked up the milk, but he didn't take such a big SIP as Zhuoyang, but slowly chucked it, like the habitual memory left when he was a baby. "Lao Zhuo, you have a good introduction, a good person, no big problem. If you want to be a friend, you have no choice. " "Thank you." "But I just can't get close to you." C Luo said: "what's wrong with me? I'm fine, too. You're OK, but it's still your problem. " "Oh? Listen carefully. " "Lao Zhuo, we both play football. You play football well. Everyone admits it, and I do. But I don't play worse than you, do I? " Zhuo Yangxin said: you are happy. "Old Zhuo, apart from football, you can talk about piano very well. Everyone knows that. God, he will give you food. Although you don't believe in God. " C Luo is whirring milk while he is talking about it. "You are not hateful. I admit that you are good at football and piano." Zhuoyang is not proud. "But you are really hateful in addition to the two." C Luo said: "first of all, I'm not careful. You say it on your own conscience. Do you think you're going to hate yourself when you change positions?" "Mr. Luo, make it clear. How can I provoke you to hate?" "Ah -" c Luo sighed and said, "look what we're looking for, girlfriend. Is your fiancee like again? Compare with you, NIMA How to compare? Tell me about you! " Zhuoyang began to be proud. "Your father is a general, and chairman Bernard Florentino will serve him personally. My father is a fucking alcoholic. He just drank himself to death. He is not dead. Is there anyone to talk to him at Bernabeu? " C Luo's mood began to be excited, but Zhuoyang was more proud. "You have a fiancee and a father. I don't know anyone else, but I can't get close to you. Do you think geneima should blame you or me? " "Mr. Luo, do you want to hear me tell the truth?" "I don't want to." Zhuo Yang: "..." "If you want to be friends with others, you can't be better than others all the time. Old Zhuo, do you think it's an intermediary? ""Go on, I'll listen." "You're better than me everywhere. How did Jemima ask me to be your friend? Lao Zhuo, I know you want to say that I'm careful, but you try to replace yourself with me? Do you want to try and see if you want to be friends with me? " All of a sudden, Zhuoyang thought that c Luo had something to say. "Old Zhuo, my friend is not like you. Do you think it is shallow for me to smash you with table tennis? I just want to be friends with you. I've got to find a better way to hold you down and balance my friends, right? " "Table tennis is the bridge between you and me. Besides, I can't find a reason to convince myself. But it's better for you, NIMA. If you don't say anything, you'll find a ping-pong ancestor and tear down the bridge I built. " "Lao Zhuo, I'm not being hypocritical. I don't care if you can understand me. I'll introduce you today. In fact, I don't want to say it, but I said it. " Zhuoyang didn't answer, and didn't take the friendship of six swordsmen to challenge C Luo, because people are different from people. But Zhuoyang understood a little. Although C said "I can't get close to you", he was proud of his arrogance. Today, he was able to say these things. In fact, he had seen himself as a friend. What Ronaldo said today is the truth of his heart. Cristiano Ronaldo is extremely proud and proud of his family and childhood experience. He hates his sensitivity and inferiority. Zhuoyang's advantages beyond football, including his family and fiancee, remind Ronaldo of his inferiority. Ronaldo knows that this is not right, but he has overcome it very hard. Table tennis is just one way for him to overcome it tenaciously. Today, speaking out the secrets in his heart is also a brave challenge to his inferiority. C Luo is eager to have equal contact with Zhuoyang, but it is natural for him to overcome the inferiority under the cover of strong pride. Ronaldo wants to defeat himself and become a truly powerful person in his heart. He was waiting for Zhuoyang to speak, but Zhuoyang couldn't answer. The silence by the pool seemed awkward. Things are always like this. People who open their hearts and people who hear about privacy will encounter embarrassment in silence. Zhuoyang doesn't want to let the embarrassment continue, but he can't go along with the topic of Ronaldo to comfort him, which will make him appear to be a high political commissar. Thinking about it, Zhuoyang decided to deal with it in the way of football field - you play yours, I play mine. "President Luo, can you tell me about your father?"
