stand shoulder to shoulder

Behind this reporter is the biggest sponsor of Meteor, so at the end of the interview, when the reporter proposed to play another game, Berlusconi, who had already been given the password by Firman, did not refuse.

"We will prepare a set of cards for the racers, and then each will draw and guess which racer the other party has drawn."

Berlusconi deadpanned: "Yes."

"Then which racer should we invite to join this game, Maude, or today's champion Cohen—"

Berlusconi looked at the man at the bar and said calmly, "Let Taoli come, hurry up."

"Oh..." Originally, the purpose of this game was to listen to Berlusconi's evaluation of the meteor driver, but Berlusconi seemed to want to end the interview earlier, and the reporter quickly said, "It's okay."

The reporter got up to invite Taoli. The first thing Taoli did after he took off his earphones was to look at Berlusconi. Berlusconi waved him, so he washed his hands and wiped his mouth and came over.

The reporter saw that Tao Li was wearing an orange long T and a pair of gray sweatpants. The eye-catching and comfortable match didn't have any mark of Marcus, and even the lips dyed red by cherries were very beautiful.Satisfied, the reporter fiddled with a stack of photos of the drivers and put them on the coffee table after a while.

"Tao Li first." The reporter suggested.

Taoli sat down opposite Berlusconi, randomly picked the top one, picked it up and saw that the person in the photo was Berlusconi.

The reporter said: "Tauli, you can describe this person and let Berlusconi guess."

Tao Li licked his lips hesitantly, and said, "Well...this man can wear two T-shirts repeatedly for a season, but he can't drive the car repeatedly within a week. If he repeats it, his face will stink."

Sitting on the sofa, Berlusconi leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, his profile was deep and quiet, but his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "Paul Berlusconi."

"Yes, within seconds."

The reporter jokingly asked Tao Li how he knew it, and Tao Li said vaguely, "The whole Meteor should be very clear."

When it was Berlusconi's turn to draw, he got a mod, and he said unhappily, "This man is trying to abduct you to a swimsuit party."

"Maud."

"Yep."

Then Tao Li drew Apeli and said: "Thieves love to show off their wealth."

Berlusconi shook his head: "Can't guess."

"My neighbor."

Berlusconi replied in seconds: "Apelie."

"correct."

The speed of the whole process was astonishingly fast, and the reporters couldn't get in the conversation and were dumbfounded.

Berlusconi turned out a copy of Cohen, frowned and said, "This man asked you to eat as soon as he came, and he ate for three days."

"Hahahaha Cohen!"

The reporter finally found a topic with difficulty: "I found that your descriptions are very life-like. I thought you would use everyone's performance on the field as an example."

Tao Li took it for granted: "Because we are very familiar with these people, and everyone's life circles have intersections."

"That's right." Tao Li had stayed in Meteor before, so he was naturally very familiar with Berlusconi, Moder and Cohen.The reporter smiled apologetically and watched the racer's cards decrease until Berlusconi drew Tauli's photo.

"This person..." Berlusconi leaned back on the sofa, his face showed a trace of thought, and after a while, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "I like me very much."

Tao Li said very firmly: "Hope!"

"wrong."

"Samley!"

Berlusconi knocked on the table with the card, his voice sinking: "Think about it."

"Wait hahahaha...I know why Meteor always wins against Wilson, because both of Wilson's drivers are your fans hahahaha..."

Tao Li fell on the sofa and laughed, his trousers were lifted up, revealing his long and narrow Achilles tendons. Berlusconi took a few glances, his eyes darkening.

"Then let me change the description."

"Okay, you say hahaha..."

"I love to cry very much."

The young man who laughed and wiped his tears gradually blushed.

Standing behind Berlusconi, looking at the photo in his hand, the reporter who thought he was from the perspective of God asked: "My impression of this man is that he loves to laugh. Does he really love to cry?"

Berlusconi nodded solemnly: "Yes."

The reporter seriously asked: "Cry when you win the championship, or cry when you fail?"

"Well, if this is the case..."

"I can't guess it," Tao Li hurriedly interrupted, sat up rubbing his face, and said pretending to be distressed, "Let's change the description."

The reporter laughed loudly: "I understand everything but you don't? I always feel like you guessed it, but I'm embarrassed to admit it."

"No, no." Tao Li's ears were red, and he urged, "Berlusconi, please describe this man from another angle, and you must say something serious and correct."

"Okay," Berlusconi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "one I particularly like—"

"Cough cough cough..."

Berlusconi thought hard and changed his description: "A person who is five centimeters taller this year? Is it five centimeters?"

"5.4!"

"rounding."

"Okay." Taoli also imitated Berlusconi, holding his hands and talking, "Then I guess the photo you got is Taoli."

Berlusconi scratched Tao Li's hair: "Well, it's not easy, finally dared - finally right."

Taoli raised his hand to push Berlusconi's hand.

The reporter said: "The relationship between the two of you surprised me. Is it true that Berlusconi and you are not so aloof in actual work?"

Berlusconi raised his chin towards Taoli: "Come on, let's speak."

Tao Li opened his eyes and said nonsense, slapped the table and said, "Of course, he is like the big brother next door."

·

But as soon as the reporter and colleagues left, the elder neighbor pulled the curtains and pressed him on the sofa to kiss him, saying that he wanted to taste the taste of cherries.

Taoli avoided Berlusconi's kiss, and Berlusconi simply licked it down, and his hot breath sprayed on Taoli's neck, which was very itchy. Taoli smiled and said, "Will we be very exposed just now?" Obviously..."

"The more natural it is, the less they will have ideas."

Yes, Berlusconi had all girlfriends before.

"That...the last time I studied, you fucked me. Do you think it's useless for me to learn?"

Berlusconi scribbled a "huh" in response.

"Aren't we rivals, you still help me?"

"I didn't help you, I just think that you should make me happy instead of doing meaningless things."

"That—" Tao Li was quickly silenced by someone who was waiting impatiently.

They entangled from the sofa to the bed, and when it was over, Berlusconi missed the shooting star's celebration dinner again.

·

And some of the paparazzi who worked so hard to sneak into Meteor's celebration banquet gnawed on the barbecue made by Meteor and sighed vaguely: "Does this Berlusconi really have a girlfriend... He didn't bring his girlfriend to celebrate after the game..."