The years I played football at Real Madrid

Cyril dragged me to the mall to do some shopping first.

He always has a lot of things he wants to buy, so I ask him to make a list first, and buy according to the list, which will definitely save time.Cyril agreed, and then gave me a two-meter list note. For a moment, I suspected that Cyril was trying to buy me into bankruptcy. "Ahem, we're just here for vacation, shouldn't we need so much?"

"But these are all necessities." Cyril pointed to the highlighted aromatherapy lamp inside, "I found that the aromatherapy lamp in the room we live in is ugly and not good-looking at all. I want to buy a new one. James, I will I have a very light sleep, and I can't sleep well without an aromatherapy lamp."

He said so, what else can I do?

I had no choice but to nod and agree to his unreasonable request, and made complaints about it. "Actually, you shouldn't have much sleep time tonight."

Cyril looked at me, and I said, "Buy it, buy whatever you like."

Cyril asked: "What do you mean by that sentence just now? You want..." He suddenly asked me, "Have you ever had a bed partner before? I said, it shouldn't be the first time for you, right?"

At my age, it is really hard to say that I am pure and pure.I nodded, "There was one before, you guessed it."

Cyril was very fierce all of a sudden, his nose almost poked my nose, "Who? Huh? Who is it?! Which one?!!"

"You guessed it."

"My God, I guessed so many!" Cyril was about to go crazy, "Which one? David? Alan? Lambert? Which one?!!! Is the person still alive? I'm going to strangle Him! Wait, man or woman? Woman? Who? That pretty nanny you had last year? Or that girl fan who blew you a kiss wearing your jersey last time?"

I didn't know that Cyril had guessed so many people, and each one was more outrageous than the other.

Cyril seemed to have confirmed his partner. He started to book plane tickets online on his mobile phone. I quickly stopped him and looked at his interface. "What are you doing in Manchester, England?"

"You still want to protect that bitch Lambert?!" Cyril was angry and aggrieved, "You're already with me, and you still think about him!"

I shook my head quickly, "No, no, it's not what you think, I have nothing to do with Lambert."

"Who is that?!"

He looked furious, as if he was about to show his sharp claws and fangs, and I was a little scared of him in this furious state, so I whispered, "My last manager, Amos .That was all a long time ago. We had a period. As you guessed, he was a small agent at the time. Beautiful, I fell in love with him first, and then I found him as a bed partner, and then it was like that, he was my agent, and after a year or two, I almost took care of my personal connections, and then I found a bank deputy. The president's boyfriend broke up with me peacefully."

Cyril quickly recalled in his mind, and then looked at me, "Have you not developed any feelings after getting along for so long?"

I was silent for a while, but told him the truth. "I fell in love with him, but he didn't like me. When we broke up, I begged him...but he refused me." Well, it's not too embarrassing to tell Cyril.I continued, "He humiliated me. Said I was ugly, bad personality, paranoid, violent, etc. I couldn't sleep every night for a while, thinking about those things he said... We are not A peaceful breakup doesn’t count in my opinion.”

Cyril exploded immediately. "He said that! He fucking said [email protected]!"

I wanted to touch Cyril's face, but Cyril held my hand angrily, "Aren't you usually fierce? Ah, you still hit me, why didn't you beat him to death when he said that to you?! You You know how to bully me!"

I couldn't help but want to laugh, but Cyril was still furious, "Wait until I meet him someday, hum!" Then he came over to comfort me soon, first kissed my face, and then gave me another Sticky French kiss, "What he said is all lies, you are the best in my heart, you are domineering, cool, and fierce. Well, you are rich, no more than that shitty bank What's wrong with the president, you are still very considerate and respectful, and you are very gentle to your partner..."

"No." I touched my nose, "It wasn't a few years ago, I was more... well, I made him cry a few times."

Cyril looked at me in surprise, and then looked down at me.

I was a little embarrassed to be looked at by him. I just wanted to promise him that I would be gentle with him, but Cyril said, "Is it that cool? What should I do? I seem to like you more."

Gee.

I just said that Cyril is definitely masochistic.

In the end, Cyril took me shopping with a long shopping list. I deliberately asked someone to clear the place, and the shopping guide and us were inside.Cyril picked and chose, enjoying himself.I quietly calculated the amount beside me, my heart beating wildly.

He picked up a cup, and I said softly, "We have it in our room, and we can also drink water. It's new."

"It's not as good as this one," Cyril said, "I think this suits us."

I picked my scalp and found it a bit troublesome.

Cyril saw my embarrassment and said, "I will pay for this myself. I have money. I can also pay for you if you want to buy anything."

Which man heard this, and I hurriedly said: "I'll pay the money. It's just, Cyril, we agreed before. You should simplify your shopping list."

"I've streamlined it a lot," Cyril said. "What did we agree on? I don't remember."

"It means that after we get together, you have to live frugally." I said, "You are no longer a bachelor who feeds the whole family by himself. You are already a man with family responsibilities."

Cyril immediately felt the weight of the burden on his shoulders, "You are right, I still have to support this family."

In the end, Cyril looked and looked at the long shopping list, and finally bought a pair of cups and the aromatherapy lamp. Obviously he was reluctant to part with both, and held them in his arms like a baby, "I can skip dinner at night, but I'm still going to buy those two."

I nodded, "Okay."

We started to choose the menu. I am really not proficient in this area. Cyril asked me to choose first, and I could only shake my head in pain. "No, you choose, you choose, I can eat anything, I don't choose."

Cyril chooses a Mexican dish and I shake my head. "No, it's a bit greasy."

"What about Japanese food?"

"Not tasty." I shook my head.

Cyril thought for a while, then flipped through his phone again, "French food?"

"We just ate it, yesterday, did you forget?" I said, "I don't want to eat this."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Cyril asked.

"You take your pick, I can do it. Whatever you want," I said, very sincerely.

"Spanish seafood paella."

"No, I..."

Cyril said, "I'm going to kill you!"

In the end, Cyril cooked himself and made another soup like the one he cooked last time.He put on an apron, looked down and was busy in the kitchen, really well-behaved.I squatted in the corner to help him peel potatoes, thinking in my heart, if we are like this, we are considered to be a family, right?We are already a family, right?I also have a home, right?

"Don't be in a daze, be careful to peel off your hands." Cyril reminded me.

I said, "Cyril, do you really like me?"

Cyril said as a matter of course: "Yes, I like you."

I nodded reassuringly, "Is there anything you want?"

Cyril looked up and smiled at me.He is a very handsome and handsome man with a good figure and good facial features. He has straight eyebrows, deep eye contours, and black curly hair, which is very flattering.He looks even better when he smiles, sweet and handsome.

I stared at him blankly.

Cyril said with a smile: "Nothing else, I just want you to make me cry once at night."

I sighed, holding my forehead.I knew that even if he was a dog, he should be a black Teddy, not a German Shepherd.

Cyril's cooking skills are good, we had a good meal, and there was nothing to do next, so Cyril suggested that we watch a short movie to build up our emotions.He said that he was a little scared because he had never talked to a boyfriend before, and of course he had no experience in sexual intercourse.

I watched a short movie with him, halfway through, Cyril was so excited that I fell asleep, and it was Cyril who woke me up by kissing, touching and rubbing.

"James, touch me." When I touched him, Cyril's eyes were red, and he held my hand tightly, "I want to kiss you."

I looked at him, then nodded, "Kiss if you want."

Cyril put his arms around my shoulders, and slowly sat on my lap. He tilted his head and tried to kiss me, but I didn't move, so he moved a little closer with confidence, and finally kissed my lips.

He trembled slightly with excitement.

I kissed him too, and reached into his clothes to touch his skin, and Cyril gasped harder.

His nasal voice sounded like he was crying, and his hot body pressed against me tightly.

I heard him say: "James, if I get the Golden Globes, I will put your name on the trophy! Because you deserve it, without you, there is no me, and I share all the honors with you... My Golden Globe The Globe Award, that is, your Golden Globe Award! And I think it doesn't matter if you have the Golden Globe Award, you are already the king, and you don't need anything else to prove...you are my king."