Hero of the Penalty Area

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Are You Ready?

When Sharapova Pear and Rain appeared on the TV screen, she said: “I know he can’t hear it, but I still want to thank him. He infected me with his unique charm and inspired me. Youraisemeup allows me to surpass Own!" When the song "youraisemeup" sounded very appropriately on the TV.

"You inspired me... let me surpass myself. You inspired me, so I can stand on top of the mountains; you inspired me, so that I can walk through the stormy sea..."

Someone wiped his tears in front of the TV: "This is so touching!"

"Who is that ‘him’?"

"The ghost knows, it's definitely not her father anyway..."

"Then is he still alive?"

"I think it's impossible. Didn't Maria say he can't hear it without seeing it? Only the dead can't hear it, right?"

"Tsk tusk, that's a shame... It must be a very good man to make Sharapova so emotional, right?"

"Could it be that Sharapova and him..."

"Hey, maybe it's really..."

"That would be even more pity!"

Chen Yingxiong, who was guessed to be a dead person, was with Sharapova at this time.

He didn’t watch Sharapova’s awards ceremony. When Sharapova was in a fierce battle with Haining in the Madrid indoor arena, he and his teammates indulged in the hotel bar and celebrated his winning the league’s best A good scorer, and a new single-season scoring record...

But he knew that Sharapova had won the championship.

"Honestly... I didn't expect you to actually come and invite me to dinner..."

"How can I go back on what I said?" Sharapova grinned.

"What do you want to eat, sister please!"

Chen Yingxiong rolled his eyes, saying as if he was a child who had not grown up...

"I have nothing to eat..."

"You are too uncooperative!"

"I mean, you are now asking me to tell me what I want to eat... I really have no idea."

"Or... go to Chinese food?" Sharapova thought of the small Chinese restaurant, and she thought it tasted good.

"Although I like Chinese food very much, but always go to Chinese food, is it too uninspiring?"

"Um... how about the Russian meal?"

"Salt and bread?"

"Of course not! By the way..." Sharapova clapped her hand suddenly, "Go to your house!"

Chen Yingxiong was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"I'll cook you some good dishes!" Sharapova was eager to try.

Chen Yingxiong thought of his bachelor apartment, which was not much different from the pigpen.

"Let's go outside and find a random restaurant to eat..."

"No! You have to go to your house!" Sharapova made up her mind.

Seeing Chen Yingxiong look embarrassed, she smiled: "What? Are you afraid that I might eat you?"

Her aggressive method is very effective, Chen Yingxiong's neck stiffened: "I'm still afraid that I will eat you!"

After speaking, he suddenly realized the other meaning contained in his sentence, and he was awkwardly silent.

As a result, this made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

He saw Sharapova's face getting redder in this silence...

In the end, Sharapova and Chen Yingxiong showed up at the door of his apartment.

When Chen Yingxiong used the key to open the door, Sharapova frowned. Although she was fully psychologically prepared on the way here, she imagined what it would be like in Chen Yingxiong's bachelor apartment. But after seeing it, she couldn't help but frown.

"Are you sure this has never been a thief?"

"Hey, bachelors are like this..." Chen Yingxiong explained to himself embarrassingly.

Sharapova glanced at him, he would be embarrassed?

"I said we'd better go out and find a family to eat..."

Sharapova curled her lips, "Let's clean up the hygiene first..." As she said, she walked in and began to take off her coat at the same time.

Sharapova was already busy in the kitchen when Chen Yingxiong finally finished cleaning the house and went to the shower in a stinky sweat. And when he took a shower, Sharapova was putting her dishes on the table.

"Your refrigerator is really scarce. Just eat these things." Sharapova took off her apron and put it on the back of her chair. She looked very skilled, and she might often go out of the kitchen at home.

Chen Yingxiong looked at a table of sumptuous delicacies, a little stunned-how long has he not enjoyed such treatment? I can eat meals cooked by others in my own home.

In the past, he either settled in the restaurant of the team's training base, or went out to eat out, or simply tossed about something to eat at his own home.

The taste, appearance, etc. are not daring to ask for extravagantly. Just eat the undead.

But now look at the cherry tomatoes, cauliflower and so on adorned on the dinner plate...

"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Sharapova asked when Chen Yingxiong was in a daze.

"Uh, no." Chen Yingxiong shook his head, "Since it is to celebrate the victory...then you should have a drink at the bar?" he asked.

Sharapova clapped her hands: "I forgot this! Of course I'm going to drink!"

Chen Yingxiong turned to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of wine. As a person who likes to drink, how can there be no wine in the family? Wine, champagne, whiskey, vodka...all the wines available on the market are available in Chen Yingxiong's wine cabinet. He even asked for a bottle of Erguotou from the boss of Ruilongju...

Then when he returned, he looked up at the brightly lit restaurant. Several big lights were on, reflecting like the day.

He suddenly felt that these bright lights were dazzling, so he raised his hand and turned off a few lights.

Sharapova was sitting at the dining table, and suddenly felt the light dimmed. When she looked up, she saw Chen Yingxiong holding the wine and walking out of the dim shadow.

When he appeared in the light, he said to Sharapova: "I think this is more atmospheric."

Sharapova smiled: "Indeed."

Chen Yingxiong poured half a glass of wine for both of them, and then picked up his own glass: "Congratulations on your winning a championship."

"Congratulations on your new history."

There was a clear and melodious sound, and the ruby-like wine rippled in the transparent glass, and there was a small spray.

Two people's hazy and ambiguous faces were reflected on the wall of the cup.

Chen Yingxiong had been having the same dream all the time, dreaming that he was carrying a heavy boulder on his back, walking and walking on the boundless wilderness. Except for the horizon, there is nothing in this wilderness, not even a tree or grass.

He didn't even know if he was going forward or just standing still. Because there is no reference at all to let him know whether he is moving.

Such dreams kept tormenting him, leaving him breathless.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate, he woke up.

The first glance was the ceiling he was familiar with—he was lying in the bedroom, there was no doubt about that. He couldn't know what his bedroom ceiling looked like.

Then he quickly found the reason why he felt out of breath-a pink arm was pressing on his chest!

His eyes followed this bare arm, and the first thing that caught his eye was the sleek shoulders, naked. Then there is a slender neck with a little fluff. Looking down the neck, there is no trace of the back, and then it is covered by a quilt.

When Chen Yingxiong was feeling sorry for not seeing something more exciting, he suddenly reacted-there was a naked girl lying on his bed!

A naked girl? !

He was shocked, and suddenly opened the quilt, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the mosaic-patterned thing-he was naked too!

Damn, what's the situation? !

His brain stopped responding for three seconds before he remembered to look at the face of the woman who had been lying on his stomach.

What he saw was Sharapova...

hiss--

Chen Yingxiong took a breath and almost rolled off the bed.

Is it really for fun this time?

Sharapova was unable to sleep well by Chen Yingxiong's writhing movements on the bed, and she frowned.

Looking at her vivid expression, Chen Yingxiong was sure that this was really Sharapova, not some inflatable doll that looked like Sharapova...

What a fuck! What did I do last night?

Let me think about it, um... Sharapova made a table of food, and then I took the wine, and I drank and chatted while drinking... I had a good chat, and I drank several bottles of wine, and finally it seemed Mixing wine, vodka and champagne?

Hero Chen could feel the beads of sweat on his forehead...

Could it be that we were really drunk and messed up last night and did something that we hadn't done before and we didn't dare to do or shouldn't do it?

Chen Yingxiong carefully lifted the quilt on Sharapova's back, his eyes slid down from her bare back, unobstructed, all the way down, down... and down again, he saw the same bare **** egg !

Naked!

One! wire! Do not! hang! !

Truly naked!

This is terrifying!

Chen Yingxiong pulled his hair.

Chen Yingxiong was sitting on the sofa stupidly, while Sharapova was already blowing her blonde hair with a hairdryer in front of the mirror.

"I didn't expect you to have a hair dryer here." Sharapova said while enjoying the hair dryer while looking at Chen Yingxiong in the mirror. Seeing that there was no response from Chen Yingxiong, she called out, "Hey, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking about how wonderful the world is." Chen Yingxiong raised her head and looked at Sharapova who was sitting in front of him with her back facing him. She was wrapped in only a bath towel.

"The world is amazing?" Sharapova didn't understand.

"The last time we met in this room, we had a big fight, and now it's..."

Sharapova smiled.

"The world is really wonderful."

She turned around and smiled at Chen Yingxiong.

It doesn't overlap with the previous image of cursing with his nose.

Chen Yingxiong was in a trance.

Sharapova stood up, walked to Chen Yingxiong's body, then sat down on his lap and put her arm around Chen Yingxiong's neck.

"are you ready?"

"What are you ready?" Chen Yingxiong didn't understand what Sharapova meant.

"Be my boyfriend..." Sharapova hooked Chen Yingxiong's neck, leaned down, and printed her lips.