[football] this god

——"Why do you keep hugging him and making videos with me..." That day Leo looked at Cristiano who was hugging Chris and nagging him, he was very speechless, "Kids are always facing the screen, which is not good for their eyes. .”

"You care about Chris," Cristiano said, looking happy.

Leo denied it, "No, I just don't like looking at monkeys."

Cristiano curled his lips, "Okay, okay, even if you are right." But Cristiano thought about it for a while, but he was still unwilling to admit that his son is a monkey. This monkey is still very similar to himself, so he is also a monkey. The fact chain, "I just want him to get to know you and develop a relationship with you."

Leo said he felt very sorry for this weak rebuttal, "He's not even full moon yet, so it's impossible for him to remember things and recognize people."

"Feeling, he has feelings, don't you know? A baby will also have intuitions about people he has seen and been close to. In this matter, he is no different from adults." Cristiano plausibly said, " My son is different from an emotionless robot like you."

Leo snorted, "Childish."

"No," continued Cristiano, "everyone feels other people's emotions, and children are sometimes more sensitive than adults—so don't mislead my son with your fallacies." —Cristiano Confidently, "Don't talk anymore, my God, I told you that you don't want this expression, the child will feel it, and he will realize that his parents have a bad relationship, which is not good for the child's growth!"

The corner of Leo's mouth twitched, and he confessed that he wasted precious sleep time talking to a fool like Ronaldo, "He didn't even open his eyes."

"But as I said, people have feelings for emotions. Even if you don't say anything and have no expression on your face, they will still perceive your emotions-although they may not be very accurate, but they definitely have." Cristiano continued explain.

Leo was going to reprimand this for being a stupid idea, but at this moment Chris suddenly cried—Of course Cristiano knew that the crying at this time was probably a sign that Chris was hungry, but he ran out of the house and handed Chris to him. Give Dolores, let Dolores help, while throwing the blame upon his return, "He's freaked out by you, for sure, without a doubt."

What Cristiano said was so decisive that Leo became dubious, "Really?"

On the one hand, Cristiano found it funny, but on the other hand, he insisted on his point of view, "Of course! Didn't I say that? People have emotions, and to be honest, a person's emotions will greatly affect those around him. Humans—the ancient and the modern, there is no doubt about it. Your depression and indifference will hurt the people around you, such as..."

Cristiano just wanted to say, for example, I am often hurt by your cold violence, but before he finished his sentence, Mr. Messi, the king of cold violence in Catalonia, quickly cut off the video, and he didn’t know what to do. Well go.

Cristiano was so angry that he vowed to "teach" Messi when he came to the United States.

Leo didn't know what Ronaldo was thinking about. He cut out the video and waited until Aguero came back and asked Aguero, "If I don't talk to you in the room, you will think it is cold and violent and affect you. In the mood?"

Aguero didn't know why Leo would even think of asking this, but he realized that this was his chance to get rid of his wooden roommate, so he nodded quickly, "Of course! Leo, have you decided to talk to me more? "

The corner of Leo's mouth twitched, he shook his head, turned over and lay down with his back facing Aguero, and continued playing the mobile game.

Although Rio ignored Aguero at the time, he still remembered Ronaldo's words and Aguero's answer, and eventually prompted him to walk over when he saw Mascherano standing near the center circle.

But Leo intends to keep this matter a secret, lest Ronaldo will clamor for his credit after he knows it-Leo may give Ronaldo a credit in his heart, but he will never give Ronaldo a chance to let him know about it.

——"Does he look more handsome and cute now?"

Cristiano didn't know that his credit was eaten up by black-hearted businessmen, and he was still actively showing his little Chris to Leo who had just arrived in the United States last night.

Leo carefully looked at little Chris who was sleeping on the small bed, smacking his lips—little Chris's skin had gradually become white and tender, and was no longer as red and wrinkled as it was in the first few days after he was born. Kind of cute.

But for some reason—Leo tilted his head to look at Cristiano, who had managed to tan himself in a few days in the United States—Leo felt that the white and tender Chris was Ronaldo’s son, Rather, it is his son who is more convincing.

Although Cristiano didn't know what Leo was thinking, as soon as he saw the scrutiny of the other party, he knew that it would definitely not be a good thing.

Cristiano pouted, "Don't tell me what you're thinking, I don't want to know."

Leo showed a smirk, "You're right, I really didn't mean to say good things about you."

Cristiano felt sad, "I am a person who has no club head coach until now. Not only did you not comfort me, you actually hurt me. Is this plausible?"

Leo played with the stuffed lion on Chris' crib and pretended not to hear Cristiano's nonsense.

Cristiano continued to babble without admitting defeat, "Without a head coach, you were eliminated in the first round of the World Cup, and because the matter of little Chris is being discussed all over the world, you still hurt me, I will not let Chris call you Leo Dad, I want to..."

It's hard to say which part of this passage touched Leo's hard heart. Leo raised his head and glanced at Cristiano, condescendingly said: "Well, what are they talking about you?"

"Are you living in an enchantment? Anywhere with the Internet, you can know that everyone is talking about Chris's mother." Cristiano's mouth twitched—he never expected that Leo would not even have this Know.

Leo glanced at him, didn't bother to ask any more, and directly opened the webpage to check the comments from netizens - while reading, he said: "You always do this, you care about some dispensable things. If you want me to say, there is no need to go to Whatever comments you read, they won't affect your life."

Cristiano was used to Leo's theory, he just ate a snack and waited quietly for Leo to finish reading.

Cristiano thought that Leo would be surprised and angry that netizens had so many strange or vicious ideas, but in fact Leo just frowned and quit the Facebook app page directly.

"Have you finished reading?" Cristiano was a little surprised, "You didn't even slide your finger down."

"I don't want to read it, actually these comments prove my point - you don't have to care about the stuff on the Internet, it's fake. The real people who live next to you, the real people who met Chris, are all It’s impossible to make such vicious guesses about Chris.” Leo put down his phone and touched Chris’s face lightly, “It doesn’t matter what those people say, as long as you know that Chris will be a good boy That's it."

Leo didn't say that he wanted to comfort Cristiano, but what he said was indeed the intention—after all, he never said so many words at once when he was usually free.

"As for people accusing you of not being able to go further for Portugal," Leo hesitated, but couldn't help but mention this, because he thought Cristiano must be very mindful of this-although Cristiano might not want to say it Mind, "They don't understand football. They only look at the result, not what is a 'process' and what is a... you know, 'unattainable goal'. "

Cristiano looked at Leo in surprise. Obviously, Leo could really say so much beyond his expectations, "Uh...thank you..."

Leo lowered his head and continued to look at Chris. Judging from his slightly red ears, he didn't seem to know how to face Cristiano's thanks—it took him a long time to mutter that it was nothing.

Cristiano scratched his head, and seemed to feel that the current situation was too "boyish" and "sentimental" to know how to deal with it.

Cristiano thought for a long time before he said, "I, I didn't expect... I thought you would think that I had to win everyone except you. I, I didn't expect you, you can do it the other way around." Put it this way."

For a moment Leo seemed to want to call Cristiano an idiot for imagining him as a low-level layman, but when he remembered all the swearing about Cristiano's sport and personal lifestyle on Facebook, he couldn't. Out.

"I don't think so, I won't talk about you like they do..." Leo shook his head, but didn't continue.

Cristiano knew what he was going to say.

He's saying, "I'm not going to say you're a selfish bastard" like they are, "leave your own son without a mother," "you're not as good as you were at the club when you played in the World Cup, it must be for the sake of your body to make money." Can't work hard". "

Cristiano didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a long time, he leaned over and gave Leo a kiss.

Chris happened to raise his hand in his sleep to scratch his eyes, and then moved his head—as if he didn't want to see these two people.

Leo looked at Chris, his face flushed suddenly.