Whether he is shy or cold, Russian Alshavin almost doesn't laugh and play with his teammates, and he rarely speaks. He feels like he has to pay for his phone bills. The Tsar is also the only team in Madibor

A person who hasn't been to Zhuo Yang's house to make a living.

He is not a stinky person or something. He is actually very good, nor is he aloof. When he asks him to go to a party, he will be allowed to drink when he picks up the wine glass, but he just doesn't like to talk. Maybe it's because of German stuttering, Al

Chauvin and his compatriots are simply incomparable. Yuri Jirkov is not a joke, but his cold humor is inevitable from time to time, especially after drinking a few bottles of wine, his business is all on the table, except

Zhuo Yang, Lao Song, and Jirkov dare to pinch their noses.

Arshavin is the type of chatter terminator that no matter what topic you provoke with him, his answer will always be "Oh, right?" or "Haha".

However, this is a shortcoming of the Tsar. He is still quite good in other aspects. He doesn't even talk about it on the court, but he is also very team-oriented. He is very polite on the court. He uses respectful titles with everyone and is in line with the club's guardian.

Uncle Gerle: "Hello, Mr. Ziegler, thank you." Unlike Zhuo Yang, who is like the group of people who open their mouths and shut up, "Old Qi, can you go to drink flower wine?"

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"King, come on!" said the taxi driver.

Zhuo Yang turned around and closed the car door, knocked his chest with his right hand, and nodded to indicate.

After attending the routine post-match party, Zhuo Yang withdrew. Since Xiaozhu and the others left, he has rarely gone to nightclubs. Sometimes he is just to do the role of a captain as an example and take the lead. If you make arrangements for everyone, you will do it first.

Retreat.

The night was already dark, and it was drizzling in Hanover. In the late autumn without wind, the lighter the rain, the colder it made people feel. The thin and dense raindrops plunged on the face, and it flowed down from the cheeks in less than a long time, like tears.

The dense silk rain blocked the street lights. Zhuo Yang's small second floor was a little dark, but there was still light falling in the windows upstairs. It was the light left by his sister for him.

Zhuo Yang's steps were not staggering, but he was still a little drunk after drinking. He didn't bring an umbrella and walked two steps to the small fence gate. Before he could push the door open, he suddenly found under a tree not far away.

Hide in a dark shadow.

"Who?" Sobered up in alertness.

"Zhuo Yang..." With a cry of sweetness, the cold fragrance came into my arms, and the woman's aggrieved voice was filled with crying voice.

"Bevli..., why are you here?" The linen coat worn by the black beauty looked particularly thin on a rainy night in late autumn. Her whole body was almost wet and cold. Obviously, she had a long wait. "How long have you been here? How can you do this?

Don't go in? Look at this cold body..."

"I called you, but I couldn't get through..." Bevli buried her head in Zhuo Yang's arms and said in a low voice. To be honest, with the black beauty's size, she hid her head in Zhuo Yang's chest, how many times, how many times, with the size of a black beauty, she hid her head in Zhuo Yang's chest.

It's still a bit difficult.

Zhuo Yang's Nokia found out that it was out of power when he was partying, and he did not have the habit of carrying a charger with him. Moreover, the phone was out of power often, so Zhuo Yang planned to change to a copycat phone made in China.

I heard from Haiyang that those domestic machines were very loud and that they would just standby for half a month and would be like playing.

"Hurry, hurry up and go in. My sister is at home. You don't know each other, why are you waiting outside? Look, you're so cold... Oh, your forehead is a little hot, don't you have a fever..."

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The beautiful Yegui alarmed his sister Zhuo Qiutian. Before he could ask anything, he quickly asked Bevli to take a hot bath and then change into his extra pajamas. The tall and black beauty didn't bring any luggage except a suitcase.

After drinking a thick bowl of ginger soup, Bevli, who had a slightly feverish fever, fell asleep deeply, and she had something to say to her tomorrow.

After settling down, Zhuo Yang and his sister talked a few homely words and went upstairs to play the piano. He liked to wander in the world of music in this slightly drunk state. Tchaikovsky's frivolous "Four"

In Little Swan Dance", Zhuo Yang thought about Bevli's sudden purpose.

Zhuo Yang knew that Bevli had a good impression of herself, which can be seen from the date in Monaco. Zhuo Yang also had a good impression of her, after all, she looked very good. But is this faint affection between each other enough?

Zhuo Yang is not sure about the beauty's arrival thousands of miles away. Bevli's arrival this time should have a lot to do with her celebrity status.

Zhuo Yang is very shallow in joining the world, but he is not a bad guy. There are already many such emotional combinations around him. He knows that ordinary models like Bevli do not refuse to have feelings for celebrities at all, and will even be very proactive.

Brother Schweiinsteiger's ex-girlfriend, Lydia, is surrounded by young actors and young models, and several bold beauties have tried to approach Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang felt that Bevli had a good impression of him and celebrity pursuits, but he did not refuse these things, Zhuo Yang had no moral integrity.

Zhuo Yang's analysis was correct, but he didn't know that the story was much more complicated.

Bevli Deng is 21 years old this year. Her age is already embarrassing in the modeling industry. In the model industry, she pays great attention to becoming famous as soon as possible. There are many young models all over the world, and there are many tall beauties of seventeen or eighteen years old every day.

It was grandly launched by the industry, and even many talented little girls at the age of thirteen or fourteen have become popular in the modeling industry.

In this industry, I am not famous for my twenties and am still hanging out in the seventh and eighth tiers. Just like a football player who is still playing amateur league in his thirties, it is almost impossible to have any future development unless there is a miracle.

This is how Bevli Deng was. Since she debuted at the age of 16, she has always been in the class of migrant workers. Her greatest achievement is just a few wild shows, and she is hardly of a level or style.

A girl like her has no education and is incomparable to the junior high school level of compulsory education. Her greatest capital is her height and appearance, and then she attended a model quick training class for two months. In order to be able to stand out in this industry, Bei

Fuli has suffered a lot and is still suffering. Since she entered this industry at the age of sixteen, she has been repeatedly missed by wild agents, directors of the little slut, and designers of the last straits. This is also the reality of this industry, and no one can hide.

No one can refuse it if it is lost.

However, it is not that you will succeed if you are implicitly ruled. Most girls are implicitly, so the reality is that being implicitly is useless. If you don’t want to implicitly, you will die, and you will die in a modeling career.

The real big names in the industry are considered a blessing for these girls. Maybe they will end up suffering, but like the characters that Bevli encountered, they can only comfort themselves and think that they are being suppressed by ghosts.

There is nothing I can do about this. Bevli has been wandering at the bottom of the modeling industry, and she can only contact people at this level. All kinds of grievances and disbelief are exchanged for one fight from time to time to time to earn some change.

That's all about the show.
Chapter completed!