Chapter 226

Cristiano glanced at the golden head that was right in front of him. He was dazzled for a moment. He pushed it away in disgust and said in a low voice, "Why do you two have the same hair color?"

Ramos' eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at Cristiano in disbelief, as if the Portuguese had said something terrible.

He screamed softly and pointed at his hair. "My hair is a different color than that guy's! Totally different!"

Cristiano took a look and asked, isn't this different? But he didn't refute.

But Ramos obviously knows Cristiano, or knows him much better than Cristiano thinks. He saw through Cristiano's subtext at a glance and immediately shouted: "Gerard Pique's hair is eye-catching gold, but mine is much more low-key and beautiful, it's matte gold, take a closer look."

Cristiano twitched his lips and pushed Ramos' head away again. He didn't want to distinguish between gold and silver. He said casually, "But I think Geri's short hair looks more energetic and neat."

Ramos: “…”

Wouldn't it be less energetic and less agile to have long hair?

Ramos fell into a trace of self-doubt. He turned his head to look at Cristiano, who was already concentrating on looking at his mobile phone, as if he had never compared the issue of long hair and short hair at all.

Ramos clicked his tongue and lowered his head to fiddle with his phone.

Cristiano glanced at the message on his phone, and Pique sent a series of emoticons in less than two minutes, as if Cristiano had been out of touch for several hours.

[Geri: [Confused Cat.gif]]

[Geri: [Cat poking its head out.gif]]

[Geri: [Cat roars.gif]]

【Geri:……】

Cristiano twitched his lips.

He was about to reply to the message when he saw another emoticon pop up in the chat box——

【Geri: [middle finger.jpg]】

【cristiano:? 】

[Your friend Geri withdraws a message]

[Geri: Ronnieeeee]

[Geri: You sent it to the wrong person, Ronnie. It was sent to a jerk! 】

[Geri: [pitiful.gif]]

Cristiano frowned again.

Then he heard Ramos beside him suddenly swearing.

He looked to the side in confusion and saw a familiar chat box on Ramos' phone screen - it had appeared on his phone screen a second ago - [Geri: [middle finger.jpg]]

Oh, it turned out to be sent to Ramos.

Cristiano chuckled. "What were you talking about with Geri? He sent me the emoji."

Ramos came over to take a look and saw a row of cute emoticons on it. He rolled his eyes and looked like he was about to vomit: "Damn it, Gerard Pique, he is like this in front of you!?"

Cristiano leaned closer to look at Ramos' phone and saw that Ramos' chat box was full of middle fingers.

He was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the mat, but the Pique on his phone was more likable.

He lowered his head and began to reply to the message——

[Cristiano: Oh well, I thought you were waiting for my message. There was also an annoying person next to me just now]

Pick immediately became alert: [Geri: I'm waiting for you, Ronnie, so, next to you? Is it free now? 】

【cristiano：Yeah】

【cristiano: Let’s get back to what we were talking about. Come to my house? Are you dissatisfied with the paparazzi who have taken so many photos of you and me together? Another benchwarming? 】

【Geri: Oh, it wasn't because of you, it was because I objected to his tactics, and that wasn't pretty, was it? Just like you said about Mourinho before]

【cristiano:……】

Why should we learn from him in this regard? ?

Cristiano curled his lips in his heart and thought that Guardiola and Mourinho are not the same kind of people, not to mention that Barcelona is not Real Madrid.

He poked at his phone slowly and replied:

[Cristiano: Our situations are different, listen Geri, you have to adapt, I'm in Real Madrid, you're in Barcelona, ​​you have to remember this]

[Geri: I don’t understand]

【cristiano：You understand】

[Geri: We need to meet and talk, Ronnie, I’m serious]

Cristiano pursed his lips unconsciously. He hesitated for a few seconds and did not reply immediately.

Pique was waiting on the other end of the phone, holding the phone anxiously. He had a feeling that if he couldn't meet Cristiano in person to explain the situation this time, they would slowly drift apart.

——Cristiano always gave him this feeling, when they were still at Manchester United, and even more so when he was loaned out.

He didn't understand why Cristiano always looked so confident, as if he already knew the outcome. He looked at him with the indulgence and patience of a kid, as if he was looking through him at another person.

They are both intimate and distant.

Pique didn't like that kind of look, nor did he like Cristiano's certainty, as if he was certain that he would leave.

He is certainly aware of the positions of Barcelona and Real Madrid on the club, and he has been a thorough Barcaist from beginning to end, but he does not think this will affect his relationship with Cristiano.

Cristiano was his recognized friend, a friend who reached out to him and took care of him when he was in the most difficult times, a friend he would never want to hurt.

Pique unconsciously lightened his breath until he saw a new message from Cristiano pop up in the dialog box -

【cristiano: OK, I'll give you an address, see you the day after tomorrow? You don't have a match? 】

Pique grinned subconsciously and replied quickly: [Geri: No! See you the day after tomorrow Ronnie! 】

Cristiano curled the corners of his mouth, turned off the screen of his mobile phone, turned his head to look at Ramos, and saw Ramos looking in the mirror.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, leaned over and gently pulled Ramos' long hair: "Hey, are you still practicing?"

"Practice!" Ramos came back to his senses. Cristiano's little action was just like his kitten using its claws to play with his hair. It didn't hurt at all, but it was very naughty. He blinked and responded quickly.

"Okay, then you continue. I'm leaving first." Cristiano nodded, waved to Ramos, picked up his bag and turned to leave.

Ramos was caught off guard.

Cristiano actually ended his daily training for today? ?

He looked at Cristiano's back and opened his mouth, but he couldn't immediately change his words to "I'll go with you if I don't want to practice anymore", so he had to pinch his nose and continue lifting weights.

speechless! I am speechless! ! !

…

"So Pique is coming to our house?" Kaka asked in surprise. He poured a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa, then tilted his head and asked Cristiano, "He's coming to see you?"

"After all, this is the only place where it's not so easy to be photographed." Cristiano shrugged helplessly.

The housing prices in this villa area are high, and many famous football stars rent or buy houses nearby because the confidentiality measures here are quite good. Raul, Alonso, and Van Nistelrooy are all their neighbors.

"I don't understand why he is so persistent on this matter. I've never seen him like this before." Cristiano held his chin and took a sip of the coffee that Kaka had just brewed. He was immediately irritated by the bitter taste of the concentrated coffee and frowned, quickly retracting his eyes.

Kaka noticed Cristiano's little move. He took the coffee cup and took a sip with amusement: "Not everything will be the same as before. So I'll take the two kids out to play that day. Can you guys have a good chat?"

"Thank you, dear." Cristiano curved his eyes, smiled and leaned in to kiss the corner of Kaka's mouth, "You are the best."

Kaka curled the corners of his mouth and gently pinched Cristiano's soft cheek: "Don't always say nice things indiscriminately."

"I don't say nice things, I mean it." Cristiano pressed his tongue against the soft flesh in his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and pressed against Kaka's fingers, retorting seriously.

Kaka smiled, he put down his hand inconspicuously, rubbed the fingertips that Cristiano had poked through his cheek, he exhaled lightly, thinking to himself, that's even worse.

That's why those people always approached Cristiano. Kaka leaned close to Cristiano's ear and said, "So, Mr. Cristiano Ronaldo, can you give me all your sincerity, only me?"

Cristiano's ears quickly turned red. His ears were always very sensitive. The hot air from his breath and the whispering voice of his lover made his eyes moist and hot almost instantly.

He shrank back ticklishly, keeping a little distance, and smiled softly, raising his hands to rest on Kaka's shoulders: "Oh Kaka, this is not the Kaka that those people outside know. How many precepts have you violated in this sentence?"

"Greed, jealousy, lust." Kaka lowered his eyes and said word by word, then gently bent his head and kissed the back of Cristiano's ear, the special mark that only they could see.

His lips gently rubbed the sensitive skin, but his strong rationality prevented him from leaving more obvious marks there.

He really wanted Pique to notice the unique mark behind Cristiano's ear when he saw Cristiano, even though he knew that the other party might not have any such idea at all.

But he couldn't do that.

Cristiano couldn't help but tighten his fingers that were holding the corner of Kaka's clothes because of Kaka's words, and his breathing quickened slightly.

Kaka took a deep breath and controlled himself in time to leave that smooth skin.

He kissed Cristiano's curved eyelashes and slightly red eyelids again, and said softly: "Okay Cris, shall I go get you a cup of milk?"

Cristiano licked his lips, nodded, his voice slightly hoarse, and stretched out his finger to make a request: "I want..."

"It's a little hot, I know, Cris." Kaka smiled, he stood up, and walked away quickly and somewhat awkwardly.

Cristiano narrowed his eyes slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, licked his fangs, and laughed softly.