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Clemens paused slightly with his hand holding the red wine, then raised his eyes slightly to see Mourinho, without saying a word.

Mourinho's eyes were still on the notebook, and he reached out and tapped the paper, as if he was thinking about something, seeing that Clemens didn't respond, he raised his head to look at him in doubt, and said, "What? I remember that you are staying at Kaka's house now, are you on good terms?"

Clemens pursed his lips and nodded slowly: "No, we're pretty good."

Mourinho smiled and said: "That's good, Thomas, now it is more difficult to rely solely on the team's pass from the midfield to create a murderous intention. I want to try Kaka and Ozii in the next game." Ozil's position is changed a little bit, and what is needed then is your cooperation with Kaka. Usually, you have a lot of running-in with Ozil, whether it is training games or official games. Now I hope you can play more with Kaka. Practice more, try the ball feeling, the team always needs some changes.”

Because of the effect of alcohol, Clemens's head was in a daze, but there was one sentence that he kept in mind.

He promised Kaka that no one can say anything about the two people. Mr. Daochang kept it in his heart and didn't reveal a word. He even thought about what excuse he would make if Mourinho really saw something. , Now seeing that Mourinho didn't mean that, he was relieved.

But precisely because he was relieved, Clemens didn't keep Mourinho's tactical arrangements in mind, and he was completely in a daze with a calm face.

Mourinho also saw that Clemens was not in the right state, and stretched out his hand in front of this man with some doubts. He found that Clemens' eyes didn't follow his fingers at all, so he knew that his little goalkeeper was drinking. drunk……

Taking a closer look at the bottle of red wine presented by Ferguson, Mourinho is sure that the alcohol content is not high, and this alone can put down his own goalkeeper... Mourinho decided that it is better not to add alcohol to the post-match celebration in the future .

Patting Clemens on the shoulder, Mourinho called the assistant coach Karanka, thinking about whether Karanka should send him back, when he heard someone knock on the door.

"Come in."

It was Kaka who opened the door. It seemed that the Son of God had trained himself. His hair was freshly washed and wet, and he still had a gentle smile on his face. When he saw Clemens sitting upright, he remained motionless. When there was no change, Kaka glanced helplessly at the wine bottle, then walked over with a smile and put his hand on Clemens' shoulder: "Sir, it's late now, I think Thomas needs to take a rest."

Mourinho was worried about how to send Clemens back, but now he saw Kaka still nodded and said: "Okay, be careful on the road."

Kaka bent down with a smile, pulled Clemens' arm around his neck, and grabbed Clemens' waist with his hands to take him out.Clemens, who had been sitting there and looked relatively well-behaved, pursed the corners of his mouth the moment he was helped up, struggled a little reluctantly, Kaka tilted his head slightly, and said, "Come home with me." Reimens calmed down in an instant, and he still had time to turn his head and nod to Mourinho, but he didn't nod to the window at all, and Mourinho, who was sitting opposite the window, shrugged helplessly.

And after the two left, there were voices of conversation coming from the corridor.

"Thomas, you promised me not to drink casually."

Mourinho could tell that it was Kaka's voice, so he couldn't help but nodded. He was a little worried about whether there would be any problems with the two living together. After all, they are not part of a national team, and they are very stubborn in their bones. Temper, if there is a gap in life that affects the competitive state of the game, it will not be worth the loss.

But now seeing that Kaka is indeed a responsible teammate, look, not only is he responsible for bringing the children home, but he also politely tells him not to drink.

Then I heard Clemens's calm voice: "Mr. said, drink some wine and sleep well."

"You don't drink well, Thomas. I don't think you can sleep well after being drunk. Remember to be obedient in the future."

"it is good."

"Rest well tonight, there are still things to do tomorrow."

"it is good."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy……"

"You go to sleep, I will take you back."

Then the voice gradually faded away, Mourinho let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sighed to Karanka: "They have such a good relationship."

Karanka agreed and sighed together: "Kaka is a good player. Thomas is still young. It is better to let Kaka take care of him than to let Thomas live alone."

"Well, I think I'm going to give Jorge a call."

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Clemens did not get up according to his usual biological clock the next morning. Since he lived with Kaka, he got up earlier than usual. Kaka has the habit of morning exercises, and Mr. Daochang also went to the gym with him Physical exercise and meditation are often placed in the early morning.

At that time, the weather was cool, the air was fresh, and the spiritual power was stronger than usual in the early morning light. Clemens had been careful since the last breakthrough, and he couldn't always appear on the field because of this. situation.

But today, when he woke up, it was much later. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt some faint light. He turned his face towards the window, and what he saw was mischievously sneaking in from the gap in the curtains. The sunlight illuminated a small area and made the room a lot brighter. Clemens rolled his eyes and moved his gaze from the curtains to in front of himself.

There was a hand there, which did not belong to Clemens. It was bigger than Clemens's palm, with well-defined knuckles. It was attached to the back of Clemens's hand and placed in front of him. Surrounded Mr. Daochang's body.The feeling of direct contact between the palm and the skin is not bad, it is warm and warm, and Clemens is not even willing to move to break this state.

Mr. Daochang blinked his eyes to let the water vapor that was suffocating due to sleep dissipate, and his eyes became clear again. Then he leaned back gently, and felt a warm chest directly attached to his back. .

Now Clemens was no longer rigid and motionless, but carefully turned to face the man.

The hands of the two people were still intertwined, which made Clemens's posture of turning around a little awkward, but his serious and cautious look seemed to be as cautious as when refining alchemy, for fear of disturbing this person.

And when he finally finished these actions, Clemens lay on the soft pillow, heaved a sigh of relief, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the face.

The short dark brown hair is slightly curly, warm and soft in the morning sun, eyes closed and breathing long, and seems to be sleeping very peacefully, the man's eyelashes are thick, and Clay has never observed this man's appearance so closely before. Meng Si suddenly reached out and poked the man's chin.

Kaka, whose eyes were still closed, still did not open them, but suddenly grabbed Clemens' wrist with the other hand, and then opened his eyes slightly, meeting Clemens' delicate blue eyes I was a little lost for a moment, and then quickly regained my sanity, with a gentle smile as always: "Are you awake? Does your headache hurt?"

Clemens shook his head, but immediately frowned slightly and rubbed his forehead.

Seeing his movements, Kaka smiled helplessly, loosened his wrist, reached out to touch the man's forehead, and said, "Thomas, you must tell me next time you want to drink." Otherwise, the child would drink Crazy is really amazing.

He said he was sleepy, and he was honest all the way back, but when he got home and entered the bedroom, Clemens was not that honest at all, first he wanted to drink milk, and then he muttered Said that he had a headache, Kaka went to put the milk box brought up, put a straw into the man's hand, and then rubbed his forehead for him, but saw Clemens put the milk aside, and refused to ask Kaka to help, directly He plunged his head into this person's arms, his voice was the same as usual, but the words he said were a bit wild.

"Big fat, you're so skinny... and where's your hair? Has it fallen out?"

Kaka didn't understand Chinese, and he didn't know what Clemens said, but he knew that something was wrong with Clemens.

Clemens didn't finish. He sat cross-legged on the bed, put his hands on his knees, and assumed a posture that he often made when meditating. Kaka didn't know what he was going to do. After 10 minutes Clemens raised his eyes, his pupils were clear blue, and he muttered, "Ricardo, I'm hungry."

I dragged him to find food, then dragged him to take a shower, change clothes, and finally carried him back to the bed. The whole set of activities was more tiring than playing a game.After finally lying down, Clemens turned over and fell to the ground. Although there was a blanket, he accidentally knocked his forehead, which surprised Kaka.

Clemens was still complaining when he was carried back: "Why is my bed so small?"

This sentence is in Portuguese, and Kaka understands it.

Seeing that Clemens woke up and his expression returned to normal, Kaka stretched out his hand and hugged the man's body tightly, pressing his forehead against his: "Let's go shopping after this week's game. .”

"buy what?"

"Bed." Since she dislikes the small one, buy a big one, Kaka never treats the person she likes badly.

Clemens looked at Kaka in some bewilderment, not understanding why he wanted to change the bed, but nodded in agreement.

Kaka reached for the phone and looked at it. It was less than an hour before the appointment with Mendes, and he patted Clemens on the back: "Thomas, get up, wait a minute. Erge is coming." For this cooperation with Samsung, Mendes obviously attaches great importance to it, otherwise he would not have pulled Clemens and Kaka to shoot commercials together. The valuable commercial contract is opposite. That's a big deal for Des, he wouldn't like cash cows being late.

"Okay." Clemens said he wanted to get up, but he froze the moment he sat up straight, as if he felt something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

In the past, although they slept on the same bed, the two of them slept very well, and there was nothing else. Basically, it was the limit of holding hands, but this time Clemens felt that something was holding him up. own waist.

Suddenly he lifted up the white quilt covering the two of them and looked inside. Clemens had clear eyes and stared at them immediately.

Kaka paused suddenly, almost forgot about getting up, and his knuckle-knuckle palm was still on Clemens's hand, while his pair of dark brown eyes looked at the people around him.

Clemens seemed to be staring at it for a few seconds before slowly putting down his hands and covering the two of them again with the quilt, with a calm expression and a flat tone: "Ricardo, do you need my help?"