big mouth ball king

Chapter 898 The Charm of an Old Man
"Going to bed so early?"

"Don?"

"Curly hair?"

Whoohoo! !

Mourinho smiled knowingly, just fell asleep, and it sounded like he slept soundly.

Go back to your room.

After half an hour, Mourinho was still worried, so he went to Tang Zhenglong's room again.

Still huh huh.

But this time Mourinho felt something was wrong.

"Why does it feel like this snoring sound is exactly the same as last time?"

Mourinho walked into the room.

"Don, I'm coming in."

"Don..."

Lifting the quilt to see, Mourinho was stupefied.

"Damn!! Tang Zhenglong, do you think you are Michael Schofield (prison escape hero)?"

Mourinho immediately called Mores.

"Hey, last time I asked you to install positioning software on Tang Zhenglong's phone, did you do it?"

"Well, I lied to him that it was a small movie software."

"Okay, locate Tang Zhenglong for me, and tell me where he is now."

******
"Zlatan, it's so fun here." Marcelo swayed his body to the music.

"Don, you're right, this place is 10 times more fun than the nightclubs in Rio, ah no! It's 100 times more fun."

At this moment, a long-legged beauty walked by, and Marcelo's eyes were straightened.

Ibrahimovic smiled slightly, "Don't look, that's the woman of a local tyrant."

"..."

"why?"

"When I came here, I saw her in the parking lot. She was driving a Lamborghini, the kind with the door that opens upwards. I checked, and the car cost 300 million euros. Do you think she is a rich woman?"

Marcelo's face darkened.

Tang Zhenglong laughed, "Curly hair, don't listen to Zlatan, I think, as long as you like it, you don't care whose woman she is."

Ibrahimovic laughed.

"I'm afraid that you two's self-esteem will be damaged. Compared with those local tyrants, what are you?"

"That's right." Marcelo laughed.

"Don't take me with you, you are you, I am me!!"

"That's true. I want dignity, but Tang doesn't want it."

puff.

Tang Zhenglong was not convinced.

"Well, I'll strike up a conversation in the past. If you can get a phone call, you two will each give me [-] euros."

"sure!!"

Tang Zhenglong walked over.

"Hi pretty girl."

Unexpectedly, the other party was as cold as ice.

"My name is Tang Zhenglong."

"..."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

There was a sneer at the corner of the other party's mouth.

Tang Zhenglong's heart skipped a beat, it's too bad, he is not her type.

In fact, even if you are as handsome as Hua Tsai, there must still be people who don't like you. Human taste is very special. For example, some women only like old men.

"Forget it, excuse me."

Tang Zhenglong turned around and bumped into a person. He looked up and was stunned.

"Ho... Sai..."

Mourinho's face smelled worse than that of the woman just now.

"Tang, do you watch too many American dramas?"

"..."

Unexpectedly, the beauty who had a bad face just now changed immediately. She took the initiative to talk to Tang Zhenglong, and whispered in Tang Zhenglong's ear: "I like Jose, can you help me."

Tang Zhenglong's heart skipped a beat, shit! !This woman has a strong taste.

"Of course you can."

Tang Zhenglong pulled Mourinho aside.

"Jose, that girl likes you."

"..."

"So what? I'm married."

"so what?"

Mourinho was dumbfounded and held out his hand, "Do you know what a wedding ring means?"

Tang Zhenglong Khan.

"Jose, why is your mind so dirty!!"

"She just likes you, maybe like you as a head coach, or because you're a language genius, where are you going?"

Mourinho was taken aback for a moment, Tang Zhenglong called him dirty?

"Just chatting, can you be simple?"

Mu Shuai was so angry that he trembled, "May I ask what qualifications do you have to say that you are innocent?"

"..."

"Anyway, sit down and talk, okay? Such a beautiful girl, it's not good to refuse, we can also serve the fans."

"Come to a nightclub to serve fans?" Mourinho has seen him for a long time, and only Tang Zhenglong can say such words.

The three sat down.

Tang Zhenglong said, "Beauty, what's your name?"

"Jacqueline."

"That's French?"

"Correct."

Tang Zhenglong smiled and said: "Let me declare first, Jose is married, so he will not be responsible."

With a dark face, Mourinho scolded in his heart - bastard.

Jacqueline smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't need to be responsible."

"By the way, are you a wealthy woman?"

Tang Zhenglong said what Ibrahimovic said.

"Hahaha, he guessed half right. I'm not the woman of a rich man, but the daughter of a rich man."

……

"how old are you?"

"you guess."

"16?"

puff.

Jacqueline laughed.

"Thank you, but add 10 years."

"Damn, it's not like, I thought you were underage."

"Hahaha."

Mourinho was stunned for a while, this guy could write a textbook on picking up girls.

"By the way, Jacqueline, why do you like José?"

"He's handsome."

Mourinho smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Then when did you like Jose?"

"While he was still at Porto."

Mourinho said: "It was black back then, now it's all white, old."

"No, I prefer you now, very mature."

"Hahaha."

Men are actually dead, no matter how old they are, they always like to be praised by young girls, as if they are still as powerful as ever.

"Well, you guys talk, I won't bother you, but Jacqueline, you have to do something for me."

"Speak straight."

Tang Zhenglong asked for a phone call.

******
Marcelo was taken aback for a while, "Don, Jose didn't kill you?"

"Hehe, you are a man, I am a man, and Zlatan is also a man. May I ask if there is a beautiful girl next to you, will you get angry?"

"Won't!!"

Ibrahimovic said to himself, "I didn't expect that girl to have such strong tastes that she actually likes that old José."

"What do you know? This is the charm of a mature man."

Ibrahimovic is still upset, why! ! !
Tang Zhenglong secretly took out his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Shoot it, and Jose's handle will fall into my hands in the future, hahaha."

"Don, you are so bad!!"

******
The next day, the three of them were on the plane and were going back to Madrid today. Mourinho was still a little guilty about what happened last night.

After getting off the plane, the three of them were in the same car, and Mourinho said, "I want you two to keep what happened last night a secret."

"Last night? What happened? Curly, do you remember?"

"Remember, the two of us slept in the hotel."

"correct."

Mourinho smiled bitterly in his heart, these two bastards, but the three of them are grasshoppers on the same rope, let alone anyone else.

At this time Tang Zhenglong's cell phone rang.

I checked, it was a text message.

A text message from Jacqueline.

"Don, take good care of Jose, and see you in Madrid next time."

Hey!

(End of this chapter)