football golden whistle

The Giselle in men's hearts, beautiful, hot and sexy.

She was wearing clothes similar to Aiwen's style, with a slightly thicker outer coat.

Seeing real people up close is even more impactful.

Gail's carefully decorated, deep and charming eyes seem to be electric when they look at people.

She looked around, habitually ignoring everyone's stereotyped admiration, and her gaze fell on the actor she was about to collaborate with.

No, he's not an actor, Gal Gadot knew about it, he was a well-known England star, although not now.

His appearance is very good, it is difficult to see such a delicate and delicate person among the rough players.

The other party's eyes were also very calm, and there was only the same gentleness in the eyes that he looked at with all women.

It was completely different from the astonishing eyes of other men.

That's right, if he wants to appreciate beauty, he just needs to look in the mirror.

Thinking so, Gail was about to step forward and shake hands with the other party.

Suddenly, something came towards us with a piercing sound.

Gail didn't react, or in other words, even if she did, she couldn't dodge it. It seemed that she could only watch the round black shadow fly over like this——

Someone stood in front of her and kicked the unknown attacker away.

The other party's fingers were placed on her arm in a very gentlemanly manner, and they were gently moved to the side. The skin that the two touched through a layer of clothing broke apart instantly, so quickly that people could hardly notice it.

Only a little warmth left traces.

Gail cleaned up the embarrassing expression that had been out of control for less than two seconds, and when he walked from behind Ai Wen into the sight of everyone, he had the same sexy and elegant appearance just now.

Only then did she have time to see the culprit.

It's an old football.

Fly to disaster.

Let's see which naughty child did something good!

A panting boy ran up to him, with a dark face, a cropped cut, and a face full of round, baby-fat flesh.

The face is round, and the head is also round.

The person in charge who chased after him stared: "Where are you going to kick it, kid?"

The boy hurriedly picked up the ball from the ground, stumbling in French and apologizing.

Gray stopped the lesson that the person in charge wanted to continue.

"Has anyone picked it?"

The person in charge slapped his head: "Not yet, hey, I didn't take a few steps, and I saw this kid rushing so fast, I looked back...Miss Gadot, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he turned back: "I'm very fast, 5 minutes, no, only 3 minutes!"

Aiwen looked at the boy who was embarrassed and bowed his head not knowing what to do, and said with a smile: "No, I can just look at him."

The person in charge stopped, and everyone looked at the boy when they heard the sound.

...Oh, this kid is a far cry from the original boy.

It doesn't match the aesthetic style at all.

The boy stood there blankly, not understanding what happened, why the familiar brother said something he didn't understand, and these people all looked at him.

With scrutiny in his eyes.

He held the ball in his arms nervously.

Aiwen waved at him, and greeted him in unproficient French: "My name is Evandevitt, what's your name, boy?"

The boy was stunned and stared at him blankly.

Ai Wen rubbed his nose, does he seem so disliked by children, although he really hasn't gotten along with children much in recent years.

Then, he heard the boy exclaim in the same unproficient English: "Ivan... Ivan DeWitt? Is that Ivan I know!"

He looked at Ai Wen in surprise, and before he could say anything, he had already recognized the already familiar face of the other party and came up with the answer.

"I, you, you are my idol." The boy spoke awkward English in distress. He had never regretted it so much, and did not learn a few more words of the language that the French were not even keen on.

"My name is Killian..." He blushed, not knowing how to pronounce his name in English, so he slipped out a string of French.

"My name is Kylian Mbappe! I'm almost 10 years old and my birthday is a month away!"

He spoke very fast, and miraculously, Ivan understood it. He also spoke unproficient French, mixed with English, trying to communicate with the boy.

"One more month of birthday? When is your birthday?"

"December 12!" Mbappe can still speak the date in English, which is very simple.

Ai Wen was surprised: "It turns out to be the same birthday as mine."

Everyone: "..."

Dear little boss, you have left your mother and beautiful Miss Gale aside for a while.

This behavior is not a gentleman!

Ai Wen seemed to have just remembered: "Oh, sorry."

He smiled at everyone apologetically, touched the head of little Killian, and said to the person in charge: "Please explain to Killian."

Listening to what the person in charge said, Mbappe opened his eyes excitedly.

Is this for him to shoot commercials with his idol!

Then, he lowered his head nervously: "I have to ask my parents first."

"Sure, please lend him a phone." Ivan said to the person in charge.

He looked at Gal again: "I'm sorry, Miss Gadot, I kept you waiting. It's too cold outside, go and sit inside first, do you mind waiting a little longer?"

Gail had a good impression of him and readily agreed.

"Please try the tea from my grandmother's hometown, China's Keemun black tea, which tastes different from British black tea." Ivan took Mbappe into the room and said to Gail who had already sat down.

Grey, who was on the side, heard about it, and looked up at Gail without any trace.

She looks pretty.

Thinking of this, her eyes wandered around her son's face again, as if she wanted to confirm something.

Gail was free to greet her face to face, so the two women chatted casually.

Gail still admires this strong woman. Although the other party doesn't talk much, she tells the other party to listen, but as long as she is willing, she can always find a topic. This is not difficult for her who is good at dancing.

Ivan sat on the side to accompany Mbappé.

After finishing the phone call, Little Killian was still a little nervous when facing the idol who was by his side.

"Don't be nervous, it was the same when I was your age, playing football with my friends in the square."

Mbappe looked at him with wide eyes, Ivan deliberately slowed down his speech, and only used English when he couldn't speak.

In comparison, he is still more proficient than Mbappé in mastering foreign languages.

After all, he was 10 years older than the other party, so he should take care of the other party.

Ai Wen never regarded the other party as a fan from the very beginning, and he had no idol burden at all, but simply regarded the other party as a junior.It may also be because I saw him playing football when he was still young, and I thought of myself when I was a child.

The two became inexplicably close.