endless pampering

Lei Dongdo frowned, and covered little Zhu Xu's head with his hands, blocking the sky-covering flashlight, and little Zhu Xu sat obediently in the crook of his arms... er... gnawed intently own fingers. . .

"Mr. Redondo, are you here to see Zhu Xu?" "The prince has locked himself at home this holiday, are you here to enlighten him?" Recording pens, microphones, and camera lenses are surrounded like jungle trees Redondo.Ever since Zhu Xu's car accident happened, there are always people who want to see the scene of Real Madrid's new generation of perfect princes getting out of control.So when the reporters who had been staying at Zhu Xu's villa saw Redondo's arrival, they swarmed like sharks that had seen blood. "Sorry, I'm taking the child with me, please be considerate." Redondo smiled gracefully at the media as before, waved apologetically, and walked directly into Zhu Xu's villa with little Zhu Xu in his arms.

Zhu Xu stood on the small court, with a malicious smile, one hand on Morata's shoulder and the other stroking his freshly shaved bald head, "Al, you can pretend to be Kaka with your hair, why? I can’t think about it~~” Morata has a black line. Recently, Kaka, who is in charge of controlling Zhu Xu, was summoned by the Brazilian Football Committee. He wants to shoot a promotional video for Brazil to promote the World Cup. There is no way to catch Morata before he leaves , although he worriedly notified Redondo and Guti, it would not take a day or two for these two to deal with all the chores around them.

Therefore, in order to complete the task entrusted by his seniors, Morata can only be bullied by Zhu Xu.

When Redondo arrived, all he saw was Morata's helpless and sad face. "...It seems that you are not in a bad mood." Lei Dongdo put down the little Zhu Xu in his arms. Zhu Xu's eyes lit up when he was bored, and he rushed over with surprise on his face, and gave Lei Dongdo a big smile. "Brother Dong~~~" hugged and kissed his younger brother again.Morata, who was thrown aside, faced the legendary senior, prepared refreshments and set up tables and chairs with a sense of ownership. Although he acted shyly, it seemed that he was more reliable than some cheating guy——

When Lei Dongdo saw Zhu Xu who was smiling again, he rubbed his hair, "Do you want to go to see Diego with me?" Redondo continued: "It's just on vacation, do you want to go back to Argentina with me? Your favorite Carney is also there." Redondo's words made Zhu Xu want to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.

"Really? I can see the king of the ball and the son of the wind~~" That is the greatest No. [-] in the history of Argentine football and the No. [-] represented by the pinnacle of speed and technology——

Zhu Xu's dizzy look of happiness made Redondo a little speechless. He has been a professional player for so long, and he hasn't switched from being a fan yet? "padre~~" Little Zhu Xu opened his big watery eyes, sat in his brother's arms, stretched out his hands to Lei Dongdo, and couldn't stop calling padre with a smile.

padre?Is it because I lived at Dong Ge's house these days and learned to bark from Dong Ge's children?Not bad~~ It really is a digital physique~~ You can learn everything quickly~~ Zhu Xu looked at Lei Dongdo with a gentle face and took the little Zhu Xu, who hugged Lei Dongdo's neck and rubbed it back and forth , the warm atmosphere here is really like a father and son...

While Morata was going to get little Zhu Xu's milk, Zhu Xu stretched out his fingers and played a finger-to-finger game with his younger brother, "Brother Dong, if my younger brother is willing to play football in the future—would you like to teach him?" After a while, "With your brother's talent, you don't have to worry about no one training him."

"It's not about this problem... I may put a lot of pressure on him in the future. At that time, I hope to have a trustworthy elder like you by his side..." The subtle blankness in Zhu Xu's eyes made Lei Dongdo feel a little strange.

Lei Dongduo looked at little Zhu Xu in his arms, his eyes softened, "If he likes football when he grows up, and if your parents don't disagree, it doesn't matter."

"Well, of course, thank you very much." Zhu Xu showed a bright smile, and then grabbed Morata who was coming over with milk, "Al~~ Hurry up, help me prepare my luggage, I'm going to Argentina See the ball king and the son of the wind~~"

Looking at the energetic juniors jumping up and down with a grin, at this moment, he didn't understand what Zhu Xu's contradictory words contained——

It wasn't until many years later, when he accompanied Zhu Xu, who had just turned 15, on his journey to China, that he had a vague understanding of the child who inherited his princely title back then.

That child's occasional flashes of emotion... mean something.

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ps; because the computer was broken for half a month, I dragged my brother to reinstall the system today.The son likes his uncle very much. When he sees him coming, he squats next to him to fix the computer. If the uncle has no time, he plays games with his laptop. By the way, he chats with his uncle without saying a word. Collected pictures for his uncle to appreciate. . .My brother was speechless for a while after seeing the picture of the prince, and then yelled at me with blood on his face; "Sister, you can't just show your son handsome guys! If you do this, he will be so fucking gay—" At the same time My prince roared, "A man wants to see a beautiful woman! A beautiful woman—" The prince smiled purely at his uncle, "But Ronaldo is so handsome~~"

His uncle is weathered. . .

So today is Qixi Festival—hehe, this article is really coming to an end.