"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 has 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. He is just embarrassed to say it." Chenlong'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 find out.”
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 the fuss is made around Juventus. When it comes to Inter Milan, Chenlong habitually thinks that Moratti did it. This seems unreasonable. Moratti is the chairman of Inter Milan, but it does not mean that everything is done by him. Right? Including this dirty sneak attack, it may not have been 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 sums 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 and got no return, didn't I insist on it until the end? Speaking of which, the real bad guy, the old man 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 thought together, and 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 eighteen years old, naturally does not have his own opinions on this aspect as Ling Xiyu, who is twenty 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 nothing trivial that she doesn't know about as long as she is willing.
"What can't he do as a politician and investor? If he could become prime minister again by killing you, I think he would kill you without hesitation. This metaphor is vivid enough."
"Um... it's indeed very vivid. What about that bald guy Galliani?" Chenlong suddenly remembered Galiani's bald guy, so he asked along the way.
"Pfft~ Jiabaozi, your description is very apt, it's clear at a glance. Jiabaozi looks fierce on the surface, but he is actually a very decent person and very capable." Ling Xiyu was amused by Chen Long and laughed. Get up, smile dazzlingly, and the mountain of meat shake.
"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 contempt 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. Unexpectedly, Chenlong compared the two opponents to women. However, Chenlong only relayed a certain statement from China, not that he, Chenlong, made it up himself.
The fans of the two sides of Milan have been incompatible since ancient times. It is not surprising that these sarcastic names are given to both sides. Ling Xiyu, who had been gloomy for a while, burst into laughter: "Chinese people are so talented!"
In fact, these two descriptions in Italian are not related at all. It was only after Ling Xiyu translated them 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 fallen in love with Wujiwu, and Chen Long also fell in love with him, 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 breasts pressed softly on Chen Long's chest, breasts vs. breasts, The gun went off immediately, and someone's dick became hard 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 his second child's desire, his own sexual desire was still able to rein in the precipice. 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 be fine. No matter how strong you are, 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, front and back, the frequency of the little hand sliding is getting tighter and faster. The iron is hardened, the gun is sharpened, all it takes is mounting the gun...
Huh~huh~ Chenlong gasped loudly, letting Ling Xiyu fuck...
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, Chen Long fell into a deep sleep like a dead pig. Ling Xiyu curled up in Chenlong's arms with satisfaction, a red cloud on her face. During the seven extremely violent minutes, Chenlong's performance was just like his shadowless feet and Lingbo Weibu. That speed ...
I originally thought that this kid was only a few minutes old 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 it didn't wake him up. Ling Xiyu was tortured so hard by him. , he was also weak and had no strength to get up and open the door.
In the end, if the banging on the door hadn't woken 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, he would probably have seen the waiter opening the door and seeing these two people naked together like snakes, which would have made the news big in the evening.
After sending Marchisio away, Chenlong staggered into messy clothes.
Damn it! I was so embarrassed that I didn't resist the temptation and actually did it. What should I do? My legs are weak, my head is dizzy, and I can't walk steadily. How to play football? ! If the old fox knew, wouldn't he kill me? Ah, it looks like my Golden Boy Award is gone. Woo hoo, why didn’t I resist Xiao Nizi’s temptation! Chenlong had a sad face. While putting on his clothes, he looked at Ling Xiyu, who was lying on the bed sleeping soundly with her white and tender red body.
The pair of snow-white breasts that he had crazily fucked just now still stood quietly, swaying gently with Ling Xiyu's breathing.
Alas, let's keep it secret for now and act as the situation arises. After getting dressed, Chenlong took out a box from his suitcase, then took out a small bottle from the box, opened it and poured it into his mouth. This was the potion he had prepared for himself in advance.
After drinking one bottle, it still didn't work, so he drank a second bottle. He doesn't know what the consequences will be if he drinks two bottles in a row, but as long as it doesn't violate the rules of sports competition, he would rather catch himself on fire on the field and appear to be fighting. It's better than not being able to stand still, right
After taking 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 alone in the bed.
"What kind of plane are you on? It's so late. Judging from your face, it seems that you are not feeling well? Is everything okay?" Conti was a little angry when he saw Chen Long coming down, but when he saw that 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 too nervous and mentally exhausted. Don't worry." Chenlong directly compared Ling Xiyu to a beast and described Ai Ai The metaphor became a nightmare. Such a beautiful erotic 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 little weird, "Let's go, everyone get in the car and get used to the venue."
Chen Long 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 me to discuss, but something strange happened today. He actually sat in the last row? Conti became suspicious again. Did something really happen to this kid? He couldn't help but shook his head.
Chen Long closed his eyes after sitting down, not noticing Conti's gaze at all. Alas, is it possible that the whole scene will end up scaring people? No cum for ninety minutes? Then wouldn’t I become China’s Emperor Li Yi
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