"Actually, is Moratti so bad in your eyes? Inter Milan will not help AC Milan," Ling Xiyu suddenly said resentfully. She is a fan of Inter Milan, so naturally she has some opinions on Chen Long.
Not very comfortable.
"No, I just think the method is a bit vulgar. After all, everyone is his own master, and there is not much distinction between good and bad. In my impression, he should be a kind old man, not like this. And you
What he said is not very authentic. Inter Milan is not helping AC Milan, he is just helping himself, but he is too embarrassed to say it." Chen Long's thoughts were a little vague, and he remembered things from his childhood, "If it were me,
I'll probably secretly get some laxatives or something to make my opponent have diarrhea, haha, as long as they don't get discovered by the opponent."
Chen Long made a rare joke to clear up his gloomy mood.
I can't tell whether it's Moratti or Inter Milan. The conflict with Juventus has been too big recently. Now that I think about it, almost every week is about Juventus. And when it comes to
In Inter Milan, Chenlong habitually thinks that Moratti did it. This seems unreasonable, right? Moratti is the chairman of Inter Milan, but that doesn’t mean that everything is done by him, right? Including
This dirty sneak attack may not have been done by him.
Chenlong thought this through clearly and felt more relaxed again.
"Haha, that's pretty much it. There are really not many club presidents in the world who can invest huge amounts of money into their own teams for decades. To put it bluntly, Mr. Moratti is actually quite stupid.
Yes, I invested so much money at the end of the last century but got no return, didn't I persist until the end? Speaking of which, the real bad guy, the old man Silvio Berlusconi of AC Milan, is a perverted and bad political speculator." Ling Xi
After Yu cleared some of Moratti's grievances, he pointed his gun at Berlusconi.
"Although I also hate Berlusconi, you are an Inter Milan fan. I reserve some opinions on your statement, but I firmly support you in ridiculing the old man." The two people rarely had the same idea, for a while.
For a while, I forgot the fiery ambiguity just now.
Chenlong must have been a little tired, so he simply lowered his head and rested his pillow on the bedside. He didn't know when he took his hands off Ling Xiyu's shoulders.
"Let's talk about this old man Berlusconi? He looks so vulgar and scheming." Chen Long, who is only 18 years old, naturally does not have his own opinions on this aspect as Ling Xiyu, who is 20 years old,
So I asked this question with great interest.
In fact, the twenty-year-old Ling Xiyu doesn’t necessarily have very good opinions. She was born into a wealthy family and naturally has a lot of exposure. In addition, as the editor-in-chief of Gazzetta dello Sport, there is really nothing that can be hidden from her eyes. Milan City
There is no trivial matter that she doesn't know about as long as she is willing.
"He, as a politician and investor, what can't he do? If he could become prime minister again by killing you, I think he would kill you without hesitation. This metaphor is vivid enough."
"Well... it's really vivid. What about that bald guy Galliani?" Chenlong suddenly remembered Galliani, so he asked along the way.
"Pfft~ Jiabaozi, your description is very appropriate. It's clear at a glance. Jiabaozi looks very vicious on the surface, but he is actually a very decent person and very capable." Ling Xiyu was amused by Chen Long and laughed.
He stood up, his smile spread out, and his mountain of meat swayed.
"What's the matter? In China, his nickname has always been like this. Don't you guys call him like this?" Chen Long's eyes widened with confusion on his face.
"Of course not. You are half Italian after all, so you haven't paid attention to this? Well, 'Uncle Fester' is his name." Ling Xiyu looked at Chen Long with disdain and explained patiently.
"Uncle is ulcerated... God, it's so disgusting. This is quite a match. Let me tell you something. I don't mean to slander the Milan duo. Fans of the Milan duo in China basically don't buy each other.
Inter Milan fans call AC Milan av erosion, and conversely, AC Milan fans call Inter Milan cervical erosion..."
...Ling Xiyu's face turned dark as expected, and his face was covered with dark clouds. He didn't expect Chenlong to compare the two opponents to women. However, Chenlong just relayed a certain Chinese saying, not that
He Chenlong made it up by himself.
The fans of the two sides of Milan have been incompatible since ancient times. It is natural for them to have these sarcastic names for both sides. Ling Xiyu, who had been gloomy for a while, laughed out loud: "The Chinese are really too talented.
!”
In fact, these two descriptions in Italian are not related at all. It was only after Ling Xiyu translated it in Chinese that he discovered the beauty of them. It turned out that they were also caused by homophonic words.
Ling Xiyu can speak a little bit of Chinese, which was his hobby when he was young, otherwise he wouldn't have loved Wujiwu, and Chen Long also fell in love with it, not just because of his football skills.
"Hey, how about we..." Ling Xiyu suddenly turned over and lay on Chen Long's body. The pair of proud shuangfeng pressed softly on Chen Long's chest, chest vs. chest, and immediately
The gun went off, and someone's dick became erect again.
Alas, Chen Long sighed in his heart. If this continues, even if he keeps working like this, his physical strength will be exhausted. "What else? If you really push me down, I won't have the energy to play later.
Are you using a honey trap?"
At this time, although Chen Long couldn't control the desire of the second child, he could still rein in his own desire. His psychological quality was really not that strong. According to his own wishes, as long as he didn't take medicine, the second child would still be able to control his desire.
Stay strong, you will still be stronger than your dick...
But as soon as this idea came to mind, suddenly the dick was grabbed by Ling Xiyu's tender white hand, and then the little hand slid gently on it...
Up and down, back and forth, the frequency of sliding of the little hand is getting tighter and faster. The iron is hardened, the gun is worn, and all it takes is to mount the horse with the gun...
Go to hell with any Golden Boy Award. I am no longer a boy. I don’t want the Golden Boy anymore. Chen Long, whose blood is boiling, finally turned over and did the opposite...
...
After seven minutes of rain and clouds, Chenlong fell into a deep sleep like a dead pig. Ling Xiyu curled up in Chenlong's arms with satisfaction, a red cloud on his face, and the overly violent seven
In minutes, Chenlong's performance was just like his Shadowless Kick and Lingbo Weibu. That speed...
I originally thought that this kid had only been around for a few minutes and couldn't bear the torment. I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, he would actually make people want to die. Oh, my butt hurts so much...
Chen Long fell asleep like a dead pig. He slept for more than two hours at a time, which lasted until the eve of the competition. During this period, the doorbell rang several times but did not wake him up. After Ling Xiyu was tortured extremely hard by him,
, he was also weak and had no strength to get up and open the door.
If it hadn't been for the banging on the door that woke Chen Long up, they would probably have slept until night.
Conte waited in the hotel lobby for so long but didn't see Chen Long coming down. He quickly asked Marchisio to go up and look for Chen Long. If the knock on the door was too loud and Chen Long got up, Marchisio might have to look for him again.
Waiter, the battle is about to begin. If Chenlong disappears again, how can we continue to fight?
If Chen Long had gotten up late, the waiter would probably have seen the scene of these two naked people mating together like snakes when the waiter opened the door and came in, which would surely make the news big in the evening.
After sending Marchisio away, Chenlong staggered around and put on messy clothes.
Damn it! I didn't resist the temptation and really started to do it. What should I do? My legs are weak, my head is dizzy, and I can't walk steadily. How can I play football?! If the old fox knew, wouldn't he kill me?
Ah, it seems that my Golden Boy Award is gone. Wow, why didn't I resist the temptation of Xiao Nizi! Chenlong was crying and looking at the white and tender naked body all over his body while he was getting dressed. He was lying on the bed and sleeping naked.
Ling Xiyu.
The pair of snow-white flesh that he had ravaged crazily just now still stood quietly, swaying gently with Ling Xiyu's breathing.
Alas, let’s keep it secret for now and act according to the circumstances. After getting dressed, Chen Long took out a box from the suitcase, then took out a small bottle from the box, opened it and poured it into his mouth. This was what he prepared for himself in advance
Prepared potion.
After drinking one bottle, it still didn't work, so he drank a second bottle. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he drank two bottles in a row, but as long as it didn't violate the rules of sports competition, he would rather set himself on fire on the field than appear to be fighting.
, it’s better than not being able to stand firmly, right?
After taking the two potions, he felt that his body was a little more stable, at least his mind was not so confused, and his energy was a little better. He quickly picked up his luggage and went out, leaving Ling Xiyu to continue sleeping in bed alone.
"Why are you flying so late? Looking at your face, it seems that you are not feeling well? Is everything okay?" After Conti saw Chen Long coming down, he was a little angry, but when he saw Chen Long's face was not good, he asked with concern
stand up.
"It's nothing. I had a terrible nightmare just now. I was chased by a monster for medicine. I may be overly nervous and mentally exhausted. Don't worry." Chenlong directly compared Ling Xiyu to a beast, referring to Ai Ai.
The metaphor turned into a nightmare. Such a beautiful spring dream was turned into a nightmare by him.
"It's okay, otherwise Juventus will really be doomed." Conte said worriedly, always feeling that Chen Long was a bit weird, "Let's go, everyone get in the car and get used to the venue."
Chenlong had something in his mind and wanted to get on the bus quickly. He ran to the back and found a seat to sit down.
He usually sat in the front row with him to discuss, but something strange happened today. He actually ran to the last row? Conte became suspicious again, didn't something really happen to this kid? He couldn't help but shook his head.
After Chen Long sat down, he closed his eyes and didn't notice Conti's gaze at all. Alas, is it possible that the entire scene will scare people? If I don't cum for ninety minutes, wouldn't I become China's Emperor Li Yi?