[Football] Black powder daily

23

Cristiano and Munin's relationship quickly dipped below freezing -- but not as a direct result of the tragedy in the swimming pool.

Of course, swimming pools carry a lot of responsibility.

But anyway, that's roughly how it goes.

'...You...I can't say anything about you, you have no love hormones, you are destined to die alone and end up working as a cook for me in Zurich. Ivan replied to Mu Ning, "Why is the point of this matter that your high heels are soaked in water and can no longer be worn?" '

'what is that?Did I slap him in the face?That's not my fault either!I can not swim!I just did what any landlubber would do after getting into the water! Mu Ning retorted quickly typing on the keyboard, "It was just an accident to hit him in the face!" '

'Your heels don't matter at all!Forget it, I don't bother to tell you, come to Zurich, the kitchen is cleaned up for you. '

'Miss Mu, I'm really sorry. Little Chris stood at the door of the open guest room, looked at the poor Mu Ning who had just taken a shower and sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, and said softly, "I'm sorry that Dad would do this. '

Mu Ning looked at this sensible child with tears of gratitude, "It's nothing, it's nothing..."

'But Dad will definitely not bully people casually, Miss Mu, have you made Dad angry? Little Chris asked Mu Ning innocently, blinking his round and big eyes.

Mu Ning decided to remove Little Chris from her "Madrid Good Guys List"—she snorted, and with her butt as the axis, she dawdled around on the bed in the guest room, refusing to look at Little Chris.

'Chris, you should go back to sleep. 'Cristiano quietly appeared behind Chris, stroking his head.Chris looked up at his father, then at Mu Ning, nodded hesitantly, and then whispered, "Dad, promise me not to fight, okay?" '

Cristiano felt that his IQ was being questioned.

But he still nodded, watched Little Chris leave before entering the guest room - closing the door behind him.

'I didn't know you couldn't swim. There was a little apology in Cristiano's voice, "You should tell me about this kind of thing in the future."I have a right to know this. '——Cristiano thinks his hint is very clear.

Mu Ning didn't speak, still turning his back to Cristiano.

No approval, no rejection, usually means acquiescence.But Cristiano has refused to believe in the order of Munning's cards after many battles, 'but maybe I should ask, have you given me this authorization? '

Mu Ning wrapped the blanket tightly, but still didn't speak.

This is not even a 'hint' - the treacherous, cunning, wily Ronaldo.

'Miss Mu, no matter what kind of social etiquette it is, you should look at me now. "Cristiano is determined to go all out and not leave any room for the enemy to pretend to be stupid, "Authorize or refuse, you must at least tell me. '

Mu Ning was flustered. She didn't know whether she understood it correctly or wrongly. If Meng was right, it would be easy, but if she was wrong, it would probably become the biggest joke in Madrid's history.

And here’s the point: there’s no logic, no reason, no trace of this—Munning admits that it’s her fault for being an art student trying to grasp the logic of a math student.But even if you don't study mathematics, it should not be difficult to find the absurdity of this matter.

She wasn't sure, so she pretended not to hear.

There was silence in the room for about a minute.

'ok, I get it. Cristiano stared at Munin's back, "What you said at the beginning made sense, you can prepare clothes for me seven days a week - anyway, we don't need to see each other every day.And you don't really want to see me, do you?Considering I lost the Copa del Rey. '

Cristiano isn't usually the type to feel sorry for himself, but at the time he couldn't help himself.

At first Mu Ning just thought that Cristiano was in a bad mood, so after pinching out all the key points, he repeated his words to Qu Nian, and finally went to 'work' as usual according to Qu Nian's request.

'He's just upset about losing the King's Cup, you still go as usual, he can't lock you out. Qu Nian set up a huge flag like this.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mu, but Mr. Aveiro said he won't let you open the door." The housekeeper showed a little face from behind the door, and said with apology, "He said he didn't want to see you, so he refused to let you in when he was at home. Let you in."

Mu Ning called Cristiano, but didn't answer; sent text messages, but didn't reply - Mu Ning was also very angry, so she decided to sit at the door of Cristiano's house and wait for him to go out, and then she had to make it clear to him.

"Miss Mu? Why are you sitting at the door of Cristiano's house?"

Mu Ning raised his head and found that it was Mr. Griezmann walking his dog. It is always a joy to see a beautiful person, especially when the person is not only good-looking but also polite and gentle.But today Mu Ning is obviously not in the mood to appreciate beauties, so she just drooped her head and said listlessly: "Good day, Anton—it's nothing, I just... have something to ask Mr. Aveiro."

"Then why don't you go in?" Griezmann asked curiously, "It's still a bit cold outside."

Mu Ning looked at this naive, ignorant and sinister little Frenchman, and all her life wish for a moment was to touch his fluffy hair—but she didn't dare at the door of Cristiano's house.

But she didn't know why she didn't dare, and she didn't know why she felt that Cristiano would lose his temper if he saw it.

"Thank you Anton, but Mr. Aveiro doesn't want to talk to me today - no no no, please don't ask me why, I don't know... oh no, maybe I know, but the reason is wrong... Anyway Thank you for your concern." Mu Ning looked even more dejected when he saw the curious light in the little Frenchman's eyes that could not be concealed.

Griezmann looked at Mu Ning, thinking about the limited edition perfume she ordered for his girlfriend, and finally led the dog to sit next to Mu Ning, and said sympathetically, "I know how you feel, Miss Mu, Sometimes girlfriends… well, I mean friends, when they get mad, you have to pay a little bit — even though we usually think we’re innocent.”

"Then what will you do?" Mu Ning thought for a while, and felt that it was more important to solve the problem first—as for the fact that he might not be innocent...let's not talk about it.

"Apologize..." Griezmann said, "Well, it doesn't matter why, the important thing is to apologize-just... well, I mean, just apologize, as for why he is angry, you can wait He will ask again when he is in a good mood." He thought for a while, and then quickly added, "But it's best not to ask, otherwise he will know that you don't know what's wrong with you."

Munning felt that her problem was different from what Griezmann said, but she didn't think of why it was different.

"Uh, Anton, I want to simulate a scenario for you." Mu Ning finally made a decision - she chose to believe in the average EQ of the French, after all, when she was in France, she proved countless times that the EQ of the French is only Italian Humans can be compared.

Griezmann thought for a moment.

Griezmann smelled nothing unusual—oh, not really, at this very moment, he still smelled something familiar in a real olfactory sense.

But this didn't attract his attention, he just nodded, "Go ahead, Miss Mu."

"I think I have the right to know about you." Mu Ning said, and then saw Griezmann's terrified expression, but in order to get an answer, Mu Ning still bite the bullet and continued anxiously, " Have you given me this authorization?"

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Someone applauds behind them.

"Miss Mu, it's remarkable and impressive—but hasn't anyone told you that it's very rude to confess your love to unrelated people in front of someone's house?"

Griezmann suddenly knew what the familiar smell he had just smelled was.

He stood up suddenly, pulled the dog and ran away from the source of the smell of Cristiano's cologne.

Mu Ning, the number one on the blacklist of men in Madrid - the little French guy silently defined Mu Ning, and of course, he was also the number one on the list of fools in Madrid.

The author has something to say:

Have the guest officials been taken away by my lack of heart?

We are still a romance [knock on the blackboard]

Falling into the water is of course a bloody kiss [knock on the blackboard*2]

Singles don't say happy Valentine's Day and don't have Valentine's Day gift jokes