football golden whistle

When Luo Xiaoxiao woke up, she found that something was wrong with her surroundings.

The room is still the same room, everything is familiar, but it doesn't seem quite right.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hug his catnip.

However, he held nothing.

He blinked in confusion at first, could catnip be made for him?Love breakfast?

He got up, went downstairs, wanted to find catnip, but he didn't find his people.

He turned into the bathroom again. On the cup holder of the sink, there was only a set of washing tools and a razor.

His mind skipped a beat, he looked at himself in the mirror, panic crawled all over his face.

He was right, but where did Ivan go?

He went out blankly and saw his mother and little Chris.

He rushed up and asked anxiously: "Mom, where is Ivan? Have you seen him?"

His mother was familiar yet unfamiliar. Hearing his words, she was very surprised: "Aiwen? Who is this? Your new friend?"

"Ivan, it's Ivan! I..." The Portuguese couldn't continue. He saw the same confused little Chris. In the past, little Chris would react when he heard Ivan, but this time he didn't respond. Own words have more responses.

"Maria? Tuntun? Zoe?" He was still trying to call the names of people related to Ivan.

Dolores didn't know what happened to her son, why did she wake up early in the morning, and said a few words to her, as if she was about to cry?

Who is he calling this? Is Cris sick?

Did she say something wrong?Could it be that Cris is in a bad mood because of the recent breakup with Elena?

She was still about to say something, when she saw her distraught son running to the entrance, opening the shoe cabinet, rummaging through the sofa, running back to the room, and opening the closet.

No, no, none at all.

There is no trace of Aiwen.

Without his shoes, without his surprising number of pajamas.

He ran into the nursery, and there was nothing but little Chris's cot, not their second son and daughter's.

He opened the bedside table, and the necessary tools that Ivan had put away were gone.

He was a little broken, he hoped this was a dream, but everything in front of him was too real, as if the world with Aiwen was a dream.

No, he doesn't believe it.

He flung himself on the bed again, the bed was very familiar, and he finally realized that something was missing.

Missing the smell of his catnip.

He was stunned.

He flung himself on the pillow next to him and put his head there, in disbelief.

He's not awake, he's awake, he's clearly aware of—

No more, not his catnip smell.

The quilt beside him had long since lost its temperature. He grabbed the pillow and found a long thin hair on it.

This is not Ivan's, Ivan's hair is not that long, and it is not blond.

This is a woman's hair.

He saw his mobile phone, as if he saw hope, he turned on the mobile phone with shaking hands, and logged on to Twitter.

A search for Alvin DeWitt turned up nothing.

He felt that the things in his eyes could not be suppressed, and his fingers were trembling. He quit Twitter, exhausted his last strength, and clicked on the address book information.

The top person, there is no Ivan.

The messages they have sent each other for thousands of days seem to be a dream, and when they wake up, they are gone.

Ronaldo vaguely felt someone kissing his face.

Well, so gentle...Is it Elena?

He heard a voice.

"Madam, wake up, it's time to get up."

Irina would wake him up like that?

No, they've been breaking up recently, and Elena doesn't live here at all.

The breath is not right either.

What the fuck?

The Portuguese opened his eyes all of a sudden, how could this be a man's voice?His house was burglarized?Where did the man come from?

He saw a man, a good-looking man with beautiful eyes, the kind of eyes he likes... The person who kissed him just now was undoubtedly the man in front of him.

He was shocked, and enraged.

"Who are you?!"

The distance between the two of them was too close, and it was difficult for him to accept such contact with a strange man. While shouting, he pushed the other away vigorously, and jumped to the other side of the bed, staring vigilantly at the man who almost fell under the bed so unprepared .

When Ivan was pushed away by him, his eyes narrowed, the gentle expression on his face disappeared, and the aura of the whole person changed in an instant.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, no, he couldn't say he was familiar, the moment the other person opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.

That's not his wife.

Ronaldo was panting, he felt a little guilty under that man's aura?what happened?It was the person in front of him who broke into the house, why did he act like he was the one who was wrong?

The robe and pajamas on his body were rubbed open because of his movements, revealing his delicate collarbone, and he could faintly see the perfectly shaped pectoral muscles.

The Portuguese's brain froze for a moment, and he accidentally had another idea. Are the current gangsters so good in appearance?

... Cristiano Ronaldo what are you thinking!

This person is in his bed, he may be those gay fans who want to see him!

He decided to get back on the scene, but this time he seemed less confident: "Who the hell are you? It's illegal to break into a private house, I'm going to call the police!"

The beautiful blue eyes of the man on the opposite side deepened, and he looked a little scary: "Who are you?"

Why is this person so arrogant? Ronaldo didn't want to talk nonsense, the person opposite seemed unable to communicate, and he was about to sound the alarm signal.

However, someone was faster than him, his vision blurred, and the man who seemed to be unable to do anything to him before rushed over and threw him directly on the bed.

When he realized it, he was about to resist. Who is not a man who can fight?

But when he wanted to move, he was stunned by the complex emotions in the blue eyes in front of him.

He heard the man's voice hoarse: "Tell me, what is the name of your lover? How many children do you have, and what are their names?"

There was something repressed in the blue eyes, as if if he said something wrong, the person in front of him would do something he couldn't even imagine.

No, why should he answer him?

He sneered: "you'd better get up from me."

This person may have a mental problem and ran into the wrong house, right?He didn't want to argue with him, he just wanted to complain about the security work in the villa area.

The recent games are very tense, calling the police is also troublesome, and may be photographed by paparazzi, causing unnecessary trouble.

He didn't answer, but the people on his body didn't let him go: "Do you have only one child named Chris?"

Ronaldo laughed angrily. Isn't his son Chris Jr. known to the whole world? Are current liars so low-level?

Ai Wen could tell by his reaction, he let go of the other party, and opened the bedside table.

All the necessary tools are there, and the number of condoms is not missing.

He ignored the Portuguese, went straight to find the slippers, skillfully opened the cabinet to get the clothes, and walked out of the room.

Ronaldo:? ? ?

This person really thinks this is his home?

"Stop!" He was so angry that he even forgot that he was yelling to call the police just now.

He followed the man to the bathroom and saw the man staring at something.

"What are you looking at?" After he finished speaking, he saw two sets of washing tools, including two razors.

Shocked, he broke out the Portuguese national curse.

What was even more shocking was that he seemed to hear the voices of many children shouting.

He exited the bathroom and turned his head to look downstairs. He saw little Chris playing with building blocks with a little boy he had never seen before?

He also saw two cute little girls, sitting next to Dolores, eating what his mother was feeding?

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly felt a cold hand clasp the back of his neck.

The people behind him didn't use any force, they just held him down.

"You are Cristiano Ronaldo, but you are not Cristiano Ronaldo." His voice did not fluctuate, and his voice was very calm, but it made his hair explode. "This is my home, and you are the outsider."

"And, you made my Cristiano Ronaldo disappear."

"Now, can you tell me, how did you get here?"