legendary player [football]

There were several reporters standing outside the hospital, and they immediately got the news that Leo was admitted to the hospital after the game.But with Leo's anti-tracking ability, let alone a reporter, even the agents of the French External Security Service may not be able to keep up with him.After crossing the two lines, the group of reporters from a British tabloid squatting at the hospital entrance all night, trying to obtain first-hand exclusive information, found that they had somehow lost track of them.

Leo stopped a taxi by the side of the road, his hat was pulled down so low that the driver couldn't see his face clearly in the night through the rearview mirror.When he reported the name of the hotel where he was staying in Portugal, the driver thought he was another Portuguese fan rushing to celebrate after hearing his not-so-fluent French.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and there was still a lot of people outside the hotel.The fans were celebrating the victory, the police were maintaining order, and the players who had just returned to the hotel from the stadium entered the hotel after a brief interaction with the fans.

Leo just came to this hotel not long ago, and the last time Ricky took him to avoid the crowd, it immediately came to mind, he easily slipped in from the entrance of the underground garage with little effort, and then Go upstairs and stand at the door of Ronaldo's room.

Although it was already late at night, the corridor was still full of voices from various rooms.For the Portuguese team that just won the European Cup, this is a sleepless night.They revel in the room, celebrate, and release all the suppressed emotions of the month.No one noticed that a man in a black coat with the brim of his hat pulled down was about to sneak into their captain's room.

Leo stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, then put his hands on the lock.He knew that because of Ronaldo's knee injury, he was inconvenient to move, so the door would not be locked for the convenience of the team doctor and his assistant to enter and exit.

When Leo walked into the room without a sound, Ronaldo was half leaning on the big bed in the suite, fondly holding the Delaunay cup and rubbing the words 2016 Portugal just engraved on it with his fingers.

In this dreamlike night, his heart fell from the high mountain to the trough and then to the clouds. The ups and downs made him feel that everything seemed so unreal.Only the cold touch of the metal trophy in his hand can make him truly feel that they really won the championship, not a dream.

The captain seized the trophy and was about to sleep with it in his arms. Naturally, the others had no objection.

Leo had some complaints about this. He had been standing at the door of the bedroom for a long time, but the person on the bed didn't notice it, and still stared at the Delaunay Cup with that almost obsessive gaze.

Leo coughed twice, bent his fingers and tapped twice on the open door to attract the attention of the person opposite.

The president's face instantly changed into an expression of displeasure as if someone had disturbed his dream. He thought it was Ricky, and raised his head to ask him why he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but he was caught off guard when he saw Leo taking off his hat. He stroked his messy hair twice with his hands.

Ronaldo was obviously frightened by him, the expression on his face was colorful for a moment, and he blurted out without thinking: "Why are you here?"

Leo was a little hurt by his reaction, and stood at the door without saying a word, staring at him and the trophy in his hand.

The president felt its malicious gaze, and subconsciously hugged the trophy in his arms, as if worried that the person opposite would rush over and snatch it away at any time.Then he realized that his thoughts and actions were too stupid, so he relaxed his body and asked, "The traitor that Ricky brought you here, has he forgotten who he gets his salary from?"

"No, I found it myself." Leo threw his hat aside, then took off his coat and threw it aside.Because he was in a hurry when he left the court, he was still wearing a sleeveless T-shirt for daily training. The muscles on his arms were not rough, but they were both strong and flexible.He walked to the bed step by step, glanced at the trophy in Ronaldo's arms: "Are you going to sleep with it tonight, or with me?"

His tone was light and calm, and a provocative love sentence came out as if he was provoking.It is said that it is for people to choose between him and the trophy, but in fact there is no room for people to choose at all.

Ronaldo was obviously shocked again by his way of speaking as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't say "you go back first" that came to his lips, and he swallowed it again.

Leo reached out to take the Delaunay Cup from his arms.This time the president didn't ridiculously think that he was here to grab the trophy.Instinctively, he let go of his hand, and saw his little fan throwing the trophy aside just like he had thrown his hat and coat just now.

The president once again looked at his little fans in shock, and felt that the punishment had gone through a European Cup as if it had been polished for several years, and he quickly grew from a silly boy to a condescending boy A very oppressive man.If it wasn't for the knee injury that made it difficult for him to move, he would definitely get up and pin him to the ground and beat him up first before talking about anything else.

However, he just opened his arms and said helplessly and dotingly: "Come on, baby."

Leo leaned down to hug him tightly, the throbbing in his heart at that moment made his body tremble slightly.The long-lost embrace made him sigh softly.He never knew that he would have such a strong desire for a person, and even feared that he would lose it one day.

After all, his ex-girlfriends can add up to a strengthening platoon, and they are all sexy and attractive. He is really not competitive in this regard as a man.

The president felt the strangeness in his body, hugged him tightly and kissed his hair, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, little guy, I won't let you go."

"Yeah." Leo nodded and murmured softly, "Then I really thank you."

"Leo"

"Um"

Ronaldo never knew that he would hesitate to speak, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips: "Why don't you go take a shower first."

Leo sat up straight and looked down.The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low, and Ronaldo's legs were tightly covered with a thin blanket.Leo reached out to uncover the blanket: "Let me see your injury."

C Luo pressed his hand and said in a commanding tone: "Go take a shower first."

Leo didn't struggle, and let go resentfully, stood up, took a change of clothes from the cabinet next to him, and went straight to the bathroom.They were about the same height, and Leo was on the thinner side, but it fit perfectly in his clothes.

When Leo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and wiping his hair, he saw his boyfriend leaning on the head of the bed, his eyes seemed to be glued to the trophy that he threw aside, the affection in his eyes seemed to be watching His long lost lover.

"I should just throw it outside."

The president chuckled: "Silly boy." He patted the empty space beside him, "Come here."

Leo sat next to him in a calm manner: "If this makes you win the Hercules Cup, you will have to hold it for four years."

"I dream of such a day." He turned to look at Leo, "I asked Ricky to tell you that it is best not to see each other for a while, because too many things happened tonight, and we all need to calm down. When I'm no longer ecstatic about winning a championship, and you're no longer devastated about losing a championship, maybe it's more appropriate for us to talk about it."

Leo frowned: "You think so"

"if not"

"Okay, let's put aside the matter of the finals for now, let's talk about before the finals."

He doesn't even want to talk about what happened before the final

"It's past two o'clock in the morning, and I'm going back to Lisbon with the team tomorrow morning. I'm too tired today, won't you let me sleep for a while?"

I don't want to talk about this or that, Leo doesn't really understand the spiritual world of this old man.When I was young, I could stay high in the nightclub until three or four in the morning after the game, but now I’m tired of talking to myself

Leo nodded, and said "sleep", but lifted the thin blanket on Ronaldo's lap with his hands.While the left knee and surrounding areas were fully immobilized with bandages, the unusual, high swelling at the joint stood in stark contrast to the other leg.

"Does it hurt?" Leo's outstretched hand paused in the air, looking at the leg wrapped like a mummy, he wanted to touch it, but he didn't know where to start.

"good."

"Can I apologize to you on behalf of my teammates?"

"No, it has nothing to do with you."

Leo wanted to say something, but just opened his mouth, when someone hooked his chin and forcibly turned his head away, and then the man's lips were caught off guard.

Because he was concerned about the injury on his leg, Leo didn't dare to make too much movement, and forcibly suppressed the thought of pressing him on the bed and stripping him naked. He could only obey him and let him do whatever he wanted, and he cooperated as much as possible.

Someone's hand unceremoniously stretched in from the hem of his T-shirt, and his fingers moved flexibly between his waist and abdomen.Only then did the simple classmate Leo realize that his carefulness has become the capital for others to push forward and do whatever they want. Isn't he very tired? Isn't he going to get up early tomorrow? Doesn't his leg still hurt?

The person who just said that they had better not meet each other for a short time was rolling from between his lips and teeth, and kissed along his chin to his neck.Just when something indescribable was about to happen in this increasingly ambiguous atmosphere, classmate Leo coughed untimely.

His head was tilted to one side, and he was almost out of breath coughing.His boyfriend was almost scared out of his wits, he was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.He wanted to get out of bed and pour him a glass of water, but he was still dragging a weak leg.

Leo finally recovered his breath and waved his hand: "It's okay."

Ronaldo noticed the pinhole on the back of his hand: "Where did you come from at night?"

"Hospital." Classmate Leo could only get out of bed on his own and poured himself a cup of hot water. After drinking it in one gulp, he felt alive again.

The president frowned: "What's the matter with Deschamps, you coughed like this, and he let you play for 120 minutes."

Lei Ouxin said: "If I don't play, wouldn't it be easier for you to win the championship?" But he didn't say anything, and lay back beside him and hugged him.In fact, Ronaldo's muscles are too hard to hold him comfortably, but Leo feels that when he hugs him, he really calms down his heart that has been suffering all night.

So the two patients couldn't do anything, they could only hug each other and sleep for one night.