number one striker

Chapter 122 Dating Varga

Caesar jumped up from the bed immediately after hanging up the phone. There were no big brand stores in Allen Town, and he didn't go out to buy clothes after he came to Milan.So there are only a few very "dead house" T-shirts in Caesar's wardrobe. How could this kind of dress that looks like an honest person move Varga's heart.

But I really don't have any clothes to wear.

Forget it, never mind, Varga must have seen all kinds of flirtatious men in suits accost her, and if he goes out to meet her in a dick dress, it may have a very unexpected effect.

Walking out of the hotel, Caesar was pacing nervously like a virgin who is about to meet his sweetheart.

Well, what should I say when I see Varga later?

If only she could smell the strong hormonal breath exuding from her body, then she might as well just turn around and go into the hotel without going out.

A taxi stopped in front of Caesar, and he took two steps back.

"My handsome guy, are you waiting for someone?" The car window was rolled down, Varga's beautiful face was hung with a pair of big sunglasses, and he was looking at Caesar with his beautiful eyes at the moment.

Caesar blushed and climbed into the taxi in a hurry.

"Why did you come out dressed like this?" Varga looked up and down Caesar, unable to see her expression clearly through the sunglasses, but the upward curve of the corner of his mouth still betrayed Varga's mood at the moment.

Looks like you're having a good time?

Caesar shrugged and told Varga that he was a dead house.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that although some people have transferred to a wealthy family, they are still bumpkins." Varga joked, and then the two came to Milan's famous Via Montenapoleone (Via Montenapoleone).

Via Montenapoleone is the most elegant and expensive shopping street in Italy. It has little to do with Napoleon and is famous for its fashion and jewelry stores.

Montenapoleone Street is more like an elegant alley. It looks like an ordinary street, with crowded people, famous cars, and familiar brand names.

Armani, Versace, Fendi, and Hermes are opened in European-style buildings full of Italian style in an elegant manner.

Caesar, a guy who has never been abroad, is naturally "scattered flowers gradually become charming", not only because of the brand, but also the elegant, sexy, lively, noble, and beautiful girls who come and go.

Varga and Caesar walked here side by side, introducing the past and glory of each brand to Caesar, and taking Caesar to shuttle in the brand stores that suit him.

Caesar's salary in Red and White Allen is not much. Although he has not spent much money, with his purchasing power, when he saw those prices, he was also in a cold sweat.

"Ahem, look again, look again." Caesar hurried out of the Armani store with Varga.

It seems that no matter where you are, you can't find girls without money.Fortunately, Varga saw Caesar's embarrassment, and only smiled slightly.Probably in her eyes, a poor boy like Caesar also has his unique charm.

But where there are beautiful women, there are competitors.It would be embarrassing if this contender knew Caesar.

"Yo! Isn't this our big star Luther, what the hell?"

A voice suddenly exploded behind the two of them, scaring Caesar into shock.

Looking back, a black guy wearing a name tag and rings on his hands was looking at Caesar and Varga.

After Varga turned his head, [-]% of his eyes were on the beauty.

"Mario Balotelli." Caesar nodded at the black boy.

However, Balotelli didn't care about Caesar at all, and he held Varga's little hand when he came up, and said with an upstart look: "Beauty, how can you go shopping with a bumpkin like him? Come on, I know there is a nightclub that is very happy, I will definitely make you happy."

Varga took out her hand silently, and she also knew who the black guy in front of her was.

Compared with Balotelli, Caesar's appearance is obviously much higher.But Varga did not refuse, but looked at Caesar with his eyes.

"You'd better go home and play with your training vest, she doesn't have time to chat with you." Caesar put his arms around Varga's narrow shoulders.

The corners of Balotelli's eyes twitched, but he also found it strange that only a few Italian U21 teammates knew about the training vest. How did Caesar know about it?

It must be that bastard Marchisio!

I knew Juventus players were sons of bitches!
The deflated Balotelli snorted, and said to Caesar: "Boy, don't think that this is your Spain, and you can get a chance to play with those fancy things. With your strength, I can't see it for three weeks, so go back."

Caesar said speechlessly, "Brother, I'm a German. Didn't I just beat you two days ago?"

Balotelli scratched his head: "Really? I forgot."

Well, I should keep my contact with Bashen less, if I get infected by him, I will be finished.

Bashen still wanted to pester the two of them, but a Maserati was towed away by the police in front of the three of them. Balotelli yelled, "That's my car!"

After two steps of chasing, Bashen gave up his efforts.

"Forget it, I have money, so I don't need this one."

Looking back, Caesar and Varga had disappeared.

"Did you have a holiday with him?"

Caesar shrugged: "No, even if there is a festival, it is a matter on the court."

Varga nodded noncommittally.

In the evening, Varga took Caesar to a restaurant called "Il Luogo Di Aimo E Nadia" (from Baidu, I don't know what it's called), which is a 50-year-old Italian Michelin two-star restaurant.

Maybe Varga knew that Caesar was short of money, so he thoughtfully found such a restaurant with good taste but low price.

Caesar didn't know how to get in touch with girls and please women, but this kind of youthfulness made Varga very fond of it.She has seen too many playboys who can speak well, Caesar is more suitable for her appetite.

It was getting late after dinner, and Caesar really wanted to move on to the next step, but he didn't know if Varga would agree.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she disagreed?
"Just now Balotelli wanted to ask me to go to the nightclub, but I really want to go."

What?
Caesar was a little confused.

what does this mean?Did she hint that she would go on a date with Balotelli if she didn't make a move?

As a result, Varga continued: "But not with him."

Then, she looked up at Caesar, her eyes full of hormones.

What are you waiting for?
If Caesar doesn't act anymore, maybe Varga will feel that he is impotent, right?
The two went into the nightclub where the music was deafening, but Caesar, who was eager to try, saw the figure that made him very uncomfortable.

Balotelli was sitting there with his arms around two mature women, and the table was full of wine bottles, as if he had lost his mind.

　Today's recommendation ticket will be postponed tomorrow, thank you for your support!

　　It seems that procrastination has become the norm,,,,,
　　


(End of this chapter)