Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Leandri was turned over again...
Struss was also enjoying a leisurely vacation at the seaside at this time. He didn't have much to do during this winter break. There were no player transfers, and the endorsement contracts of several of his players had not yet expired. So the German, who had a rare moment of free time, even chartered a small boat to go sea fishing.
After going through so much trouble, even getting a big bruise on his waist from exerting so much effort, Struth finally pulled a big fish weighing more than ten pounds out of the water with the help of the captain. As he was secretly accepting everyone's warm recognition, the satellite phone he had bought at great expense rang.
Strus looked at the caller ID in confusion. Ginés Carvajal? What does this Spaniard want from him?
They are all in the football circle, and these more capable agents usually know each other, but their businesses have basically no overlap, and the German is really confused.
Throwing the fishing rod to the captain, Strus signaled to everyone that he had something to do, then walked into the cabin with the phone and closed the door.
"Fuck you, you incompetent agent! Do you know how to manage your players?" As soon as Struth pressed the answer button, he heard the roar from Spain. Can the Germans tolerate this?
Although the German didn't know what was going on, he chose to confront the enemy.
"Can I manage players? I don't know how good my players are. Not to mention the famous ones, just the young ones I have. Do you know Gotze and Kroos? They..."
It would be fine if he didn't mention Kroos, but as soon as he mentioned this German wide player, Carvajal felt like he was shaking.
"You still dare to mention Kroos to me? This damn young man doesn't play football properly, his mind is full of messy thoughts every day! He also leads my players astray!"
This was almost a name-calling, and Struth had to think about what his future cash cow had done.
It seems that Kroos is on vacation in Spain with his roommates right now. Oh no, this brat who still hasn't been in a relationship is not going to fool around in a nightclub with Leandri, right? !
Either don't do it, or do it in one go? !
But that shouldn't be the case. Spain is the territory of Carlo Ancelotti and Leandri's father on the other end of the phone. Just hanging out in a nightclub shouldn't make the other party so angry. Struth thought about it for a long time, and a routine case popped into his mind.
"Ginés, I mean, I'm just guessing, Tony didn't sleep with some untouchable girl in Spain, did he?"
You can't blame Struth for thinking this way. Although Kroos looks quite well behaved, for a player, this is not particularly outrageous and can even be considered relatively harmonious.
"Your player Toni Kroos didn't sleep with any girl."
Old Ka's answer made Struth breathe a sigh of relief. He picked up the glass and took a big gulp of beer. It was not a big problem.
"But he did sleep with someone who was not easy to mess with and had a strong background."
"He slept with Florentino's son!"
Struth spit out all the beer in his mouth and yelled in despair, "Who? Who are you talking about? Florentino's son? Leandri?!"
After breaking down other people's defenses, Lao Ka felt strangely relieved. Compared with this buddy, he was quite calm and dignified just now.
On the other side, Leandri and Kroos, who had just confessed to Carvajal, looked at each other. Carvajal's defense breakdown was within their expectations, but why was Kroos' agent Struth's phone always busy? It had been ten minutes.
Kroos thought his agent must have something important to do and didn't intend to disturb him anymore. It was not a big deal anyway, so the German sent a text message, turned off his phone and lay down holding Leandri. A stable biological clock is very important for athletes, not to mention that they may have to do several rounds of intense exercise before going to bed.
Leandri, who was turned over again, was almost like a dead fish. "What have you been doing these days? All you do is do it every day. You make me fall asleep at night and wake me up in the morning. Damn... don't come in again! Ha——"
Cross continued to push harder, pressing his fingers hard on Ryan's skin, which was covered with finger marks and kisses. "You're wrong, Ryan. You were actually having sex with me during dinner."
After pulling it out again, Cross pushed it in again after hearing a popping sound, fearing that the contents would flow out through the opening. "Have you forgotten how you spread your penis open on the table? And how you looked at me in the mirror in the bathroom, grabbing me and begging me to go in a little further?"
The opening was already full, and Cross's continuous entry directly brought the aftertaste there. Leandri's face turned red after hearing these words, and he knelt on the quilt to condemn, "Shut up!"
"Isn't it? Who said that you only love me and want to be fucked by me for the rest of your life?" Cross didn't open and close his penis as vigorously as before. When he took it out, he pushed it in a little more before it was about to fall out completely, just to prevent anyone from feeling comfortable.
"Do you love me? Ryan, do you love me?" He pressed the other's arm tightly to his side, leaned down and whispered in his ear to ask for an answer that he had asked countless times.
"Love Tony..." Leandri really hated himself. He tried to stand up straight while completely succumbing to the feeling Cross brought him. "I love Tony the most."
"Just give me * in this life, okay? I can * you anytime and anywhere, okay?" After getting the answer he wanted, Cross could no longer endure it. The warm place wrapped his thing, and his product flowed in the gap between the two of them, bringing out a lot of white droplets as it went in and out.
Leandri's mind was groggy. "Okay, okay, I'll be fucked by Tony. Tony can fuck me anywhere he wants."
Succumbing to yw again, Kroos couldn't help but do it inside Leandri. The small opening couldn't bear Kroos's two pourings at all. It opened and closed little by little in front of him, and a lot of semen seeped out from it. Cross swallowed and finally decided to do something human, "Go to sleep later, I'll help you get it out."
"Otherwise it will be uncomfortable."
After that, Cross took the moderately hard and soft one and went in again, filling it all the way to the bottom, and worked his way up in the narrow space. When he took it out, he still brought out a lot, and then slapped Ryan on the back, "You took a lot, Ryan, it will take a few more times to clean you up."
"I don't want to go on vacation with you anymore!"
"No." Cross continued his work, pushing his hands to the sides to expand the area to be cleaned. "You can only be with me for the rest of your life."
"Why?"
"What why?" Kroos moved forward from behind, pinched his hands back and forth a few times, and made Leandri spray out directly.
"You're so fierce when you're jealous. Why are you so crazy when I bring you home? You bastard!"
Kroos caught Ryan with his palm. The curve of the back in front of him was too beautiful, and there was something he had brought at the end, but the German felt it was not enough. He wanted to make Ryan even dirtier.
So Cross rubbed what he had on his hands onto the concave part of his back, smoothed it out with his, and watched with satisfaction as they merged into one.
"Because I really love you, Ryan."
Such a perfect person became broken by Cross's actions, but he only felt that Leandri was more pure. "Don't leave me, never."
Cross's part-time job as a cleaner continued, and the waves continued to hit the reefs under the cover of night, washing the rocks until they were round and smooth, actively embracing the arrival of the sea.
The young couple had fallen asleep in each other's arms. On the other side, a German man on an unknown ocean read a text message with bloodshot eyes. After calling back and hearing that the other party's phone was turned off, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. A minute later, he opened the hatch, getting angrier with every breath he took, and said, "Return! Return! I don't want to fish this fish anymore!"
The phone, tightly grasped by the big hand, was nearly scrapped. Struth gulped down a beer and opened the text message interface again in defiance.
-Walker, I can't get through to you on the phone, but I have to confess something to you. I'm with Ryan Deli, and you will bless us, right? Ryan and I need to go to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow when we return to Germany. Have a nice night. Good night.
Strus looked at the approaching coastline and filled his beer glass again. "My sea fishing night was not pleasant at all. That old Spanish guy Carvajal didn't scold the wrong person!"
Angrily getting off the boat and preparing to return to Germany, Struth was stopped again, "Sir, don't forget to bring your fish back. I know it's very valuable in Spain."
Struth turned back angrily, "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating. It's German cats that eat fish, not Spanish dogs!"
The captain of the ship, who kindly reminded the man but was inexplicably scolded, gave him the middle finger in return. After all, the other party paid him a lot of money, so what was the harm in being a slave for a while?
Young people have good physical fitness after all. Although he was tormented by Kroos all night, after staying in bed for a while in the morning and being coaxed out of bed by someone, Leandri felt refreshed again.
Throwing his luggage to Kroos, Leandri took the time to go to the beach for some fun. This was the second time he let his feet touch the sand in Valencia. The first time was the suffocating first day, and then...
Cross was packing up while looking out the window. This little sun, which was scorching hotter than the sun, looked like it could do it twice more in the evening.
Not long after the two returned to the house in Leverkusen, Struth broke down the door with the fishy smell of the sea breeze.
When he saw the red marks on Leandri's neck that were accidentally exposed, his eyes darkened. It turned out that these two days were not April Fools' Day, and he was really not dreaming!
The contract was signed for several years, and Struth was not an agent who would ignore the players' thoughts and only care about money. He just condemned Kroos's considerate behavior in his heart. The two young people confessed everything in front of their agent, including who pursued whom, when they were together, and even who was on top and who was down. The German guy knew it.
After hearing this, Struth was strangely relieved. He was different from those Kroos. He just felt a sense of accomplishment that his players could make the son of the Real Madrid chairman infatuated with him.
So what if he is the prince of Real Madrid? He still fell into the hands of our wide-faced little acne!
But Struth also completely understood why his talented cash cow's face looked so good recently. It was because of the nourishment of love!
A friendly reminder to the two of them to be careful at all times, especially not to leave marks all over their bodies like today. By the way, secretly urge Kroos to protect himself and not be manipulated by the rich second generation when they break up. If necessary, they can take the initiative to break up. The most important thing for them, Germans, is to be free and easy! In the end, he took on the task with a gloomy face as Kroos wanted to spend more time in Leverkusen with his partner.
In the entire Bundesliga, is there any club better than Bayern? !
Struth cursed Leandri inwardly and prepared to leave with a glorious and arduous mission.
"Walker, don't be so stressed. Our families all know that we are together. Ryan has been to my house and everyone likes him very much." The anxiety on Struth's face was really hard to ignore. Knowing that he had caused a lot of trouble for his good agent, Cross was ready to comfort him.
Strus was also ready to condemn Leandri from a moral high ground, "Does anyone in Leandri's family know about this?"
"Florentino knows." Kroos handed a scarf to his agent. It was very cold and windy in Germany in January. Struth must not catch a cold, otherwise who else would be more suitable than him to be Kuanlai's love security guard?
"Oh." Struth, who also fell on the road to the moral high ground, was very calm. He did not even ask which Florentino it was, because things had come to this point, and if any Florentino knew about it, he would probably never have any deal with Real Madrid again in his life.
"He's my brother, not my dad, but I will tell my dad sooner or later. Believe me, I really love Tony."
Kroos was so happy to receive a slap on the face from Leandri that he completely ignored his agent who was almost turned into an ice sculpture.
"Walker, please go quickly. You must have a lot of things to deal with. Do you still need to talk to Ryan's agent? Don't worry about us. You go ahead and do your work first." Cross politely saw him off.
Strus is sure that Leandri is the Banya Daji, why is Kroos so anxious to get rid of him? Do you think he doesn’t see that it’s getting bigger and bigger?
The poor Germans were either deceived by the beautiful Italians or bewitched by the enthusiastic Spaniards. Struth left, shaking his head and sighing.
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