Chapter 44 Pique's concussion and the queen's Lamborghini!
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Sheng Xia De Pi Ka Qiu
Chapter 44 Pique's concussion and the queen's Lamborghini!
"Su! Long time no see!"
Turn around!
Sure enough, it was Messi.
Although goodbye is already an opponent.
But Messi is still the same.
"Long time no see, Leo!"
The two smiled at each other, then hugged.
"Do you want"
"Sure, your off-field jersey is not cheap!"
"Ha ha!"
Not waiting for Messi to finish.
Su Qin took off his jersey and exchanged it with Messi.
There is no more intersection.
The two separated hastily.
Su Qin rushed to interact with Inter Milan fans.
And Messi seems to be going to the hospital with Harvey and Iniesta!
The Barcelona fans in the stands exited.
A draw is not a bad thing for Barcelona fans.
After all, it is just a Champions League group match.
Of course, the only thing that made them a little upset was that Su Qin, who was abandoned by Barcelona, actually won the best player in the game.
Forehead!
Yes!
With two goals, Su Qin was elected the best player in the UEFA Champions League for the first time.
A tiny cutout star trophy.
"Su, the first time you returned to Camp Nou, you scored two goals and won the best player in the game. How do you feel at this moment?"
The on-site host asked with a microphone.
"Ah! I'm very happy, after all, I was able to score two goals in the game, and I was able to help the team get a valuable 1 point in such an important game!"
The hosts at the scene were different from those reporters who wanted to let Su Qin break the news.
After the simple interview, they let Su Qin leave.
And to the player channel.
Those reporters who wanted to dig some serious information on Su Qin surrounded him like crazy.
Just a pity.
Mourinho has been waiting at the entrance of the player channel since he shook hands with Guardiola.
Seeing his beloved Su being pestered by reporters.
Lao Mu immediately trotted over, hugged Su Qin, and pushed away the reporter in front of him.
At this time, he didn't want Su Qin to be tricked by the reporters.
It wasn't until he walked into the player tunnel that the madman let go of Su Qin.
"Su, don't deal with those annoying things too early, and you don't have to go to the post-match press conference later!"
"Thank you, boss!"
Ok!
Looking at Su Qin's sincere eyes, the madman no longer knows how much he is satisfied with Su Qin.
Diligent, smart, mature, stable!
The most important thing is the talent burst!
Thank God!
at last!
For so many years, Mourinho has finally met the most perfect dream striker in his mind.
In the locker room!
A draw did not make the players of Inter Milan feel happy.
The price of all-out defense is that the gang of old guys in front of them are panting heavily and pouring ice water on their bodies over and over again.
Lao Mu also has no plans to give his players a post-match summary lesson.
After instructing Zanetti to follow himself to the post-match press conference later.
Lao Mu left directly.
And Su Qin finally had time to take a good rest.
After folding the jersey that Boss Mei had exchanged with him and putting it in his bag, Su Qin took out his mobile phone.
seemingly!
Before the game, someone promised to wait for him in the parking lot of the stadium.
Messi has a very good habit. Every time he exchanged jerseys with others on the court, Messi did not throw them in the locker room like others.
He would always fold the jerseys and take them home, leaving Antonella to store them in his own room.
Messi is such a gentle person, even if many of those jerseys are names that Messi can't even remember when he picks them up again.
It never occurred to him to throw it away.
Su Qin doesn't want to learn from Messi, he just thinks that Messi's jersey is still an off-field version, and most people can't get it!
Turn on your phone.
really!
The first unread text message was from Shakira.
Forehead.
Although it was an appointment with Shakira as early as a few weeks ago.
But after seeing the text message, Su Qin still felt a little uneasy.
Pique was knocked into the hospital by himself.
I am still like this.
Will it be bad?
However, even though he thought so, Su Qin still packed up his things in a hurry.
bath?
What's the point of taking two showers in one night?
"Hey! Su, let's have a drink together later, do you want to go!"
I'm packing up my things.
Eto'o leaned over and put his arms around Su Qin and asked suddenly.
And there was more than one person following behind him.
Seeing Eto'o's wretched and gossipy expression, Su Qin knew what these guys were thinking.
"No, I have something to do!"
"Haha! Quick! I won! One thousand euros each! Pay, pay!"
Unexpectedly, just after Su Qin finished speaking, Eto'o jumped up excitedly as if he had an orgasm.
And turned around and rushed to Lucio, Sneijder, Motta and others, yelling for those people to pay.
fuck!
This clearly shows that these old things just took their nightlife as a bet.
After taking a look at these wretched old people, Su Qin picked up his bag and left.
Inside the staff car park at Camp Nou.
A green Lamborghini stopped at the entrance with its lights on.
As soon as I saw the familiar license plate.
Su Qin walked straight over and opened the car door.
adult.
Well, there's nothing embarrassing about being an adult.
Shakira glanced at Su Qin charmingly, sniffed the smell of male hormones on Su Qin's body, kicked the accelerator and drove the car out of the parking lot with a roar.
Nothing unexpected.
The moment Shakira's green Lamborghini appeared outside the stadium.
Countless flashing lights flickered at the door.
Shakira is the second superstar after Messi at Camp Nou today.
Especially after the media hyped up the scene of Su Qin and Pique's two dragons seeking pearls.
Everyone knows whoever shows up in Shakira's car tonight will be the winner.
Although it was because Peake had already left in an ambulance.
But when the reporters saw the handsome young man with black hair in the co-pilot seat.
The reporters were still excited.
Camp Nou scored twice + bruised Pique + night party queen Shakira.
Have to say, this night.
Su Qin has completely walked out of the bottom of his life after being kicked out by Guardiola.
On the streets of Barcelona.
The roar of the car seemed to be getting faster and faster like the heartbeat of the two of them at the moment.
There is nothing to hide.
The two, who had been exposed by reporters for a long time, drove directly into the most luxurious hotel in Barcelona, El Mirador.
Just like last time.
Shakira brought Su Qin to the top-floor apartment she rented for a long time in El Mirador.
"I'm going to take a shower!"
"No, Sue!"
"woo woo woo woo!"
The 32-year-old Latin queen may not have any amazing looks.
However, the 32-year-old queen has a unique charm that those ignorant girls cannot touch.
Like an overripe apple shaking.
"It's just a slight concussion, nothing too serious. If you're worried, you can stay in the hospital for observation for a few days!"
When Latin dance music sounded again at the same time.
Pique, who happened to have finished his examination at the Angre International Hospital in Barcelona not far away, also walked out of the MRI room.
However, the doctor said that Pique was fine, but Pique himself felt that until now, there was still something crazily hitting him over and over again!
(End of this chapter)
"Su! Long time no see!"
Turn around!
Sure enough, it was Messi.
Although goodbye is already an opponent.
But Messi is still the same.
"Long time no see, Leo!"
The two smiled at each other, then hugged.
"Do you want"
"Sure, your off-field jersey is not cheap!"
"Ha ha!"
Not waiting for Messi to finish.
Su Qin took off his jersey and exchanged it with Messi.
There is no more intersection.
The two separated hastily.
Su Qin rushed to interact with Inter Milan fans.
And Messi seems to be going to the hospital with Harvey and Iniesta!
The Barcelona fans in the stands exited.
A draw is not a bad thing for Barcelona fans.
After all, it is just a Champions League group match.
Of course, the only thing that made them a little upset was that Su Qin, who was abandoned by Barcelona, actually won the best player in the game.
Forehead!
Yes!
With two goals, Su Qin was elected the best player in the UEFA Champions League for the first time.
A tiny cutout star trophy.
"Su, the first time you returned to Camp Nou, you scored two goals and won the best player in the game. How do you feel at this moment?"
The on-site host asked with a microphone.
"Ah! I'm very happy, after all, I was able to score two goals in the game, and I was able to help the team get a valuable 1 point in such an important game!"
The hosts at the scene were different from those reporters who wanted to let Su Qin break the news.
After the simple interview, they let Su Qin leave.
And to the player channel.
Those reporters who wanted to dig some serious information on Su Qin surrounded him like crazy.
Just a pity.
Mourinho has been waiting at the entrance of the player channel since he shook hands with Guardiola.
Seeing his beloved Su being pestered by reporters.
Lao Mu immediately trotted over, hugged Su Qin, and pushed away the reporter in front of him.
At this time, he didn't want Su Qin to be tricked by the reporters.
It wasn't until he walked into the player tunnel that the madman let go of Su Qin.
"Su, don't deal with those annoying things too early, and you don't have to go to the post-match press conference later!"
"Thank you, boss!"
Ok!
Looking at Su Qin's sincere eyes, the madman no longer knows how much he is satisfied with Su Qin.
Diligent, smart, mature, stable!
The most important thing is the talent burst!
Thank God!
at last!
For so many years, Mourinho has finally met the most perfect dream striker in his mind.
In the locker room!
A draw did not make the players of Inter Milan feel happy.
The price of all-out defense is that the gang of old guys in front of them are panting heavily and pouring ice water on their bodies over and over again.
Lao Mu also has no plans to give his players a post-match summary lesson.
After instructing Zanetti to follow himself to the post-match press conference later.
Lao Mu left directly.
And Su Qin finally had time to take a good rest.
After folding the jersey that Boss Mei had exchanged with him and putting it in his bag, Su Qin took out his mobile phone.
seemingly!
Before the game, someone promised to wait for him in the parking lot of the stadium.
Messi has a very good habit. Every time he exchanged jerseys with others on the court, Messi did not throw them in the locker room like others.
He would always fold the jerseys and take them home, leaving Antonella to store them in his own room.
Messi is such a gentle person, even if many of those jerseys are names that Messi can't even remember when he picks them up again.
It never occurred to him to throw it away.
Su Qin doesn't want to learn from Messi, he just thinks that Messi's jersey is still an off-field version, and most people can't get it!
Turn on your phone.
really!
The first unread text message was from Shakira.
Forehead.
Although it was an appointment with Shakira as early as a few weeks ago.
But after seeing the text message, Su Qin still felt a little uneasy.
Pique was knocked into the hospital by himself.
I am still like this.
Will it be bad?
However, even though he thought so, Su Qin still packed up his things in a hurry.
bath?
What's the point of taking two showers in one night?
"Hey! Su, let's have a drink together later, do you want to go!"
I'm packing up my things.
Eto'o leaned over and put his arms around Su Qin and asked suddenly.
And there was more than one person following behind him.
Seeing Eto'o's wretched and gossipy expression, Su Qin knew what these guys were thinking.
"No, I have something to do!"
"Haha! Quick! I won! One thousand euros each! Pay, pay!"
Unexpectedly, just after Su Qin finished speaking, Eto'o jumped up excitedly as if he had an orgasm.
And turned around and rushed to Lucio, Sneijder, Motta and others, yelling for those people to pay.
fuck!
This clearly shows that these old things just took their nightlife as a bet.
After taking a look at these wretched old people, Su Qin picked up his bag and left.
Inside the staff car park at Camp Nou.
A green Lamborghini stopped at the entrance with its lights on.
As soon as I saw the familiar license plate.
Su Qin walked straight over and opened the car door.
adult.
Well, there's nothing embarrassing about being an adult.
Shakira glanced at Su Qin charmingly, sniffed the smell of male hormones on Su Qin's body, kicked the accelerator and drove the car out of the parking lot with a roar.
Nothing unexpected.
The moment Shakira's green Lamborghini appeared outside the stadium.
Countless flashing lights flickered at the door.
Shakira is the second superstar after Messi at Camp Nou today.
Especially after the media hyped up the scene of Su Qin and Pique's two dragons seeking pearls.
Everyone knows whoever shows up in Shakira's car tonight will be the winner.
Although it was because Peake had already left in an ambulance.
But when the reporters saw the handsome young man with black hair in the co-pilot seat.
The reporters were still excited.
Camp Nou scored twice + bruised Pique + night party queen Shakira.
Have to say, this night.
Su Qin has completely walked out of the bottom of his life after being kicked out by Guardiola.
On the streets of Barcelona.
The roar of the car seemed to be getting faster and faster like the heartbeat of the two of them at the moment.
There is nothing to hide.
The two, who had been exposed by reporters for a long time, drove directly into the most luxurious hotel in Barcelona, El Mirador.
Just like last time.
Shakira brought Su Qin to the top-floor apartment she rented for a long time in El Mirador.
"I'm going to take a shower!"
"No, Sue!"
"woo woo woo woo!"
The 32-year-old Latin queen may not have any amazing looks.
However, the 32-year-old queen has a unique charm that those ignorant girls cannot touch.
Like an overripe apple shaking.
"It's just a slight concussion, nothing too serious. If you're worried, you can stay in the hospital for observation for a few days!"
When Latin dance music sounded again at the same time.
Pique, who happened to have finished his examination at the Angre International Hospital in Barcelona not far away, also walked out of the MRI room.
However, the doctor said that Pique was fine, but Pique himself felt that until now, there was still something crazily hitting him over and over again!
(End of this chapter)
