The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 139 Real 4 Skins

After the game, everyone in Real Madrid flew back to the base camp. Because they had won 30 consecutive home matches against Bayern, the team originally organized a small party.But Ronaldo said: "There's nothing to celebrate. It's just a normal goal." If it weren't for his grinning and lack of image, it would be a bit like the truth.

However, considering that they will soon have a difficult situation of double matches in a week, the party still cannot be gathered.

Ronaldo asked Alan to go to the old place where they ate in private.It still has the same few dishes as before, and still has the delicious mint water from before.

Allen also used a mask when he went out this time, and it was Isco's mask, which was very moisturizing and smooth to the touch.Allen doesn't buy facial masks. He used his mother's before, and it was very fragrant and didn't suit him. It happened that Isco had it, so he used it.Isco was very interested in helping him apply a mask and tidy his hair, and said that he had reserved a restaurant with a fresh style for the evening.As a result, Allen said that he had made an appointment with Ronaldo.

Isco was very angry and turned his back on him.

Allen wanted to go to that small fresh restaurant with Isco, but he thought that he had already agreed to Ronaldo in advance, so he couldn't break his promise, so he could only pretend that he didn't see that Isco was angry.

"Little white-eyed wolf with no conscience!" Isco said loudly.

"May I promise to come back soon?" Allen whispered guilty.

"Hmph!" Isco said angrily, "I won't eat dinner tonight! I'm hungry!"

Allen persuaded him with a good temper, "I must come back early. If you don't want to eat, I'll bring you the croissant on the corner? And their tomato sauce is also delicious."

Isco took off the tie he had carefully tied and threw it on the sofa, as well as the jeweled cuffs.Isco sat in front of the TV with his back to him.

Allen said, "Then I'm leaving."

Isco still didn't speak, and sat there sullenly.

Allen finally went out.

It was a gloomy day outside, and there was still a slight drizzle.Allen took a taxi at the intersection of the street, and there was no place to hide from the rain, and his hair was a little wet.He shivered for a moment, retracted himself, and waited helplessly.

Suddenly, an Audi drove out slantingly, and stopped in front of Allen, with the windows rolled down, it was Isco.

Isco was still a little angry, but he said to Allen: "I see it's raining outside, and I know it must be inconvenient for you to go there. Come on, I'll take you there."

Allen came in with a grin. "Isco, you are so kind."

Isco seemed a little appeased, and started to be a little arrogant again, turning his head to the other side. "Now I know I'm fine."

Allen smiled, and he reached out and touched Isco's cheek, touching it lightly.

Isco looked at him.

Allen said, "I thought you wouldn't send me off. You don't want me so much."

"Of course I don't want you to go. My restaurant is all booked, the veal steaks shipped from the UK in advance, and those flowers and champagne, if you don't go, it will be in vain." Isco said, "But that and I Sending you off doesn't have much connection. I don't want you to get wet in the rain."

"You should have asked me out sooner," Allen said.

"Yes, yes, I didn't know you were so popular, but if I knew, I would book you in advance, okay?"

Allen smiled.

His clothes and pants are all matched by Isco, light blue shirt, blue and black jeans, and a little devil bag on his back. His blond hair is all combed up, and he looks energetic and handsome.Isco just glanced at him when he was driving, and thought that he might as well take him to the wilderness and hide him. After thinking about it later, he felt that it was not feasible. In case Alan cried out of fear, He can't coax him well for a while.

At this time, Allen leaned over and kissed Isco's face.

The car opened an "S"-shaped trajectory.Isco stared in surprise. "what are you doing?"

James was stunned when he saw all this.No, didn't we agree that it was just pure brotherhood?Which brothers greet each other with kisses on the face?

Allen was embarrassed, and didn't say what he had done, just sat in the co-pilot, turned his face and looked out the window.

"I ask you, do you like me?" Isco said, "For no reason, why are you kissing me? Am I a taxi driver? This is your tip for me?"

James also questioned him: "Why did you kiss him?! Say it! Say it!!"

"Will I kiss a taxi driver at random, just to save a little taxi fare?" Allen only cared to refute Isco.

Seeing that he was angry, Isco was cowardly again, and bumped Alan with his hand abducted in a flattering manner, "I, I'm just making an analogy."

Allen ignored him, and Isco said again: "Your hairstyle is very handsome today."

Allen didn't speak.Isco secretly looked at him, "Oh, why is our little prince from Real Madrid so good-looking?"

This time Allen finally couldn't hold back and smiled.

"I'm going to kill Isco! I'm going to kill him!" James murmured, already dizzy and confused by the news.

When the agreed hotel arrived, both of them sat quietly in the car.Isko smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied, he reached out to hold Alan's hand, and put it in the palm of his hand, it was soft and warm.

Isco said: "Then I'll go back first. You, you go home early after dinner, don't wander around outside if you have nothing to do, do you hear me? There are many bad people outside. Remember to book a taxi in advance when you come back, or let Ke Reese will take you back... If you miss me, you can call me and I will pick you up."

Allen pulled out his hand and said embarrassedly: "I won't miss you."

"But I will miss you." Isco smiled at him.

When he arrived at the hotel, the waiters inside knew him and took him to the seat that Ronaldo had reserved.

Ronaldo came early and was sitting there listening to saxophone music, signing autographs, and his assistant beside him.Allen went alone, and when he approached him, he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of his chest buried before.

Ronaldo smiled and called him, "It will be ready soon. Oh, do you want some ice cream first? Their strawberry ice cream is not bad." Ronaldo winked at Allen, "Don't worry, I won't tell Sese of."

Allen nodded, then sat next to Ronaldo with a cup of ice cream and watched him sign autographs for others.

The ice cream tasted really good, and Allen took one bite after another, showing no signs of stopping.

"You can't eat too much, just taste the taste, you can only eat two bites." Ronaldo looked at his posture, as if he could eat up a cup of ice cream. "I can only eat two bites. We still have important league games to play, I don't want you to have diarrhea and feel unwell."

"Can I only eat two bites?"

Ronaldo looked at him irresistibly.

Allen swallowed half of the ice cream in one gulp.

Ronaldo was so frightened that the pen fell to the ground. He grabbed the other half and looked at Alan with a rounded mouth in shock. "You take such a big bite?"

Allen raised his eyebrows proudly.

Ronaldo shook his head, "Little villain, don't eat it."

Allen still had ice cream in his mouth, and he couldn't stand the ice, and he didn't want to spit it out, so he raised his head, opened his mouth wide to take a breath, and let out a little bit of the cold air in his mouth.In fact, if you let him eat ice cream, he can't eat it anymore.

This restaurant is relatively hidden, but there are still about a dozen people who come to ask for Ronaldo's signature, and Ronaldo has long been used to it.For some reason, a fan suddenly handed the notebook to Allen.He was obviously watching the game and called out Allen's name.But he's also clearly not a fan because he doesn't know that Allen barely signs. "Allen, would you like to sign me? You performed very well yesterday."

Allen froze for a moment, then shook his head subconsciously.

The man was also taken aback, scratching his head, "Did I recognize the wrong person? Are you not Allen?"

"I am," Allen said. "but I can not……"

That person didn't understand, it was obviously the star himself, why didn't he sign his autograph?Don't all stars need popularity and love from fans?This, this is too strange.The person next to him pulled him and said to him in a low voice, "Alan doesn't like signing autographs."

"But he is a star." The man said bluntly, "I even bought his genuine jersey for my son."

Allen felt a little embarrassed, and James suggested that he go back directly, but Allen didn't say anything, just lowered his head.

The man was very disappointed and puzzled. He shook his head, "Why didn't you sign it? How can there be a big star who doesn't give someone his autograph?" Then he left.

Ronaldo didn't intervene in this matter, but signed it quickly, and told the waiter that dinner could be arranged.During the meal, no strangers will disturb them, which is the basic courtesy.

After the signing just now, Allen was indifferent, and Ronaldo chatted with him about yesterday's assist, and he became a little interested, but soon, Ronaldo started talking about the national team again, and Allen became depressed .

Now he has not developed a great sense of belonging to Portugal, and he always rejects the national team competition in his heart.Allen didn't want to continue talking about Portugal's history with Ronaldo, so he replaced James.

James muttered, "I don't want to play with childish ghosts."

C Luo was fiddling with knives and forks and was chattering along the way. Hearing his tone, he paused for a moment, feeling something was wrong, and leaned over to look at him carefully, his eyes lit up all of a sudden. "James!"

"Shh! Don't let others hear you." James gulped down a big mouthful of mint water, shrunk his mouth in disgust, and then took another sip.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." Ronaldo said, "I almost thought you were gone. Today's game is so urgent that I didn't see you."

"Let me guess, did you deliberately not score in the first half, wait for the bald head to replace Allen on the bench, and then the game is difficult to play, I will replace it from Allen?" James looked at him and joked, "You This trick is too deep."

Ronaldo smiled and tilted his head, "I wish I had this kind of routine to control the game. But no matter how deep the routine is, I haven't seen you being caught by me."

His appearance reminded James of Cyril at once.Thinking of Cyril, I thought of Alan Isco who kissed in the car just now.

"I'm straight, don't fuck me up!" James was very angry.