Chapter 192
Kaka looked at his friend with a hint of insincere apology and patted him on the shoulder: "Did I do that? I didn't mean to, my friend. If this can comfort you a little?"
Gattuso: “…”
"I'm going back to my locker room. You've been led astray in Real Madrid, Kaka." Gattuso said quickly. He couldn't listen to another word.
Kaka smiled, waved goodbye to his friend, turned around and walked happily into the home locker room.
He thought to himself that maybe it wasn't that he was led astray in Real Madrid, but that here, he was inseparable from Cristiano, and he could no longer maintain his original appearance.
That was his boy, how could he not be proud?
Of course, he had to be careful, he thought to himself, he really had to be careful about what he said and did.
——However, this was quickly overturned by Kaka in the following time, because he noticed that his teammates were more naked than him. When Cristiano reversed the game for the team and won them a ticket to the next stop, his teammates wanted to eat Cristiano up and their hugs and kisses were like raindrops, soaking Cristiano in them.
Kaka was like a wall, separating that group of excited bastards who had no sense of distance or boundaries.
So, compared to that group of people, he can do whatever he wants with a clear conscience.
After the Champions League round of 16, Mourinho gave the players two days off. The league is next week, so the players can have a good rest.
There was talk of a happy party in the locker room, and this victory deserved a vicious celebration.
"Why not stay at Kaka and I's place?" Cristiano suggested. "We've almost moved in recently, why don't you come to our place and play tomorrow?"
After living in Spain for more than half a year, because of the tight competition schedule, although they had moved into the new house early, the things in the house were always like ants moving house. Every day or every week, they only had time to take out a little bit from the packing boxes and sort them out. It was not until recently that he and Kaka finally got rid of all their things.
Cristiano's proposal was cheered and agreed by everyone: "Great Cristiano! This is indeed your turn! The best player of the game, the media spotlight is all on you, I dare say Mendes added another zero to your commercial offer."
Cristiano laughed when he heard this. He spread his hands and said, "Jorge is not a money printing machine. Add an extra zero? Come on."
"But I am indeed expensive." Cristiano changed the subject.
He winked at the person who was speaking, and his words were full of an annoying tone, which made his teammates in the locker room rush over and shout that they wanted to teach the Portuguese a lesson.
Finally, Cristiano promised that he would prepare a party dinner for everyone, and he was able to escape from the crowd with great difficulty.
Kaka led the curly-haired Portuguese boy whose hair was all messed up by the hair gel back home. He jokingly pulled his lover's clothes and tidied them up before Cristiano was about to enter the house, and then the two of them went in together.
"If Emma saw this, she might think Ronaldo was hit by a crazy fan." Kaka said with a smile, "Don't let people worry."
Emma is the housekeeper they hired to take care of Junior and Luca on a daily basis. She is a rigorous German lady who speaks little but is very careful. Cristiano and Kaka signed a three-year employment contract with her, plus a confidentiality agreement.
Cristiano looked down at his wrinkled clothes, touched his nose and smiled, muttering: "Ramos and his friends...if they tear my clothes, I will ask them to pay for it. It's not cheap."
The two were talking and joking in low voices when Emma came out of the room with the two children. Luca and Junior were already able to run very fast, and when they saw Cristiano and Kaka coming back, they immediately stumbled over with their chubby legs swinging all the way.
Cristiano immediately squatted down and hugged the two little guys into his arms, then sat down on the soft carpeted floor and pretended to scream "Ahhhh" in pain: "The two little meat bombs are about to break papa!"
Junior quickly climbed down from Cristiano's body upon hearing this, picked up Luca, and nervously held Cristiano's face, even though his hands were so small and cute: "Papa?"
Kaka shook his head helplessly. He ruffled Junior's hair twice - the curly hair was almost a replica of Cristiano's - and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's a little difficult for you two to break your papa with your weight."
"Mr. Ronaldo, please get up quickly, the floor is dirty." The strict housekeeper came over and said, looking disapprovingly at her employer who was playing with two children on the floor.
She came over with disinfectant in her hand and handed it to Cristiano - she even felt as if she was taking care of an extra big child, and Mr. Wright should give her a little more salary or bonus.
"Okay, Emma." Cristiano stuck out his tongue. Sometimes he was still a little scared of his housekeeper. This lady always reminded him of the headmistress when he was studying in Lisbon.
He climbed up from the ground holding the two children. His strong waist and abdomen were enough for him to do such difficult movements. Junior and Luca were hanging on his chest, grinning at the sudden height.
Kaka laughed softly, he supported Cristiano's waist, and saw his lover winking at him.
Kaka didn't take his hand back, but turned to Emma and said, "We will have a party at home tomorrow. Please prepare it for us."
"Okay, Mr. Wright." Emma agreed, and her eyes did not shift at all, staring at her employer.
Kaka touched his ears, coughed lightly, and told Emma that she could go to bed early.
He was not sure whether this capable, shrewd but taciturn lady had guessed his relationship with Cristiano, but in any case, there was a confidentiality agreement between them.
The next morning, when Kaka got up and went downstairs, the first floor of their house had changed a lot from the day before, with golden ribbons and balloons all over it.
He blinked and uttered a soft "wow", then found Cristiano in the corner of the living room, sitting on the floor with Junior and Luca, playing with balloons.
To be honest, he personally thought Cristiano was having more fun than the two little guys.
Emma was busy setting up the party. When she saw Kaka, she nodded slightly and greeted him.
She looked at Kaka, then at Cristiano, who was sitting on the floor. The lady had given up trying to persuade her employer not to act like a naughty child and sit on the floor.
Anyway, she had someone clean the floor of this area early in the morning until it was reflective.
Kaka seemed to understand Emma's eyes. He laughed softly and said nothing.
The first to arrive were Raul and Casillas, who lived nearby, and Casillas also brought his girlfriend.
He had an embarrassed look on his face, while Raul beside him mocked him rudely: "You can't be away from your girlfriend for even a minute?"
"She insisted on coming with me. I had no choice." Casillas sighed and looked at Cristiano apologetically. "I didn't have time to inform you in advance, Chris. If it's inconvenient, I will take her away soon."
Cristiano was a little surprised, but he soon smiled and said, "It's not inconvenient. This is your party, our party. The entire first floor is open to everyone. Have fun. Sara, can I call you that? We all heard Iker mention you. Would you like a glass of champagne? Or sparkling water?"
Sara, who followed Casillas closely, blinked in surprise and said, "Champagne, thank you. Can I call you Cristiano?"
"Please feel free to do so." Cristiano smiled and called to the wine waiter who was preparing in the living room, indicating that he needed a few glasses of champagne.
Casillas looked at Cristiano with gratitude, he didn't want to bring Sala over, he had confronted Sala since the tabloid incident a few weeks ago, and although his girlfriend had firmly denied it, he decided to avoid bringing club and team matters into his private life.
And this time, just as he was about to get in the car, Sarah squeezed in forcefully.
He pressed his temples anxiously and warned his girlfriend not to move around.
He had just heard clearly that Cristiano said "the entire first floor is open to everyone". Although the Portuguese treated his girlfriend kindly, it was obvious that Sala's identity as a reporter and media was enough to make the children in their team nervous and alert.
This is normal. Cristiano is a troublemaker who will have the media exaggerate and hype up even the smallest matters. If it were him, he would even politely refuse Sara from coming in.
That was why he didn't want to bring Sarah.
He sighed heavily and said he would take Sarah away from the party early.
Kaka's eyes fell on the young lady who followed Casillas in. He still remembered the troubles this lady had brought to Cristiano, even not long ago. Although he had no way to prove it, he had a hunch that the "locker room tyrant" slander some time ago had something to do with this lady.
He restrained his smile and glanced at the lady indifferently, causing her to subconsciously look back at him.
"That's Kaka, right? He doesn't seem to like me very much." Sarah whispered to her boyfriend.
Casillas frowned slightly, and Raul came over and said jokingly: "Maybe it's because you came uninvited?"
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Sara's face, but soon she turned her eyes to her boyfriend, hoping that Casillas would say a few words for her.
"Maybe." Casillas shrugged. It was rare that he did not stand on his girlfriend's side. The smile on his face was very faint, making Sarah realize that her usually good-tempered boyfriend might be really unhappy this time.
She then wisely stopped talking and reduced her presence, like a transparent pendant.
Casillas and Raul both brought some things, red wine and ham. Cristiano immediately asked his chef to slice the ham.
"What I miss most is this ham!" Cristiano said happily.
Casillas raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "When have you eaten there? This restaurant is my private secret."
Cristiano choked. This was indeed what Casillas took him to eat in his previous life, and he accidentally let it slip.
He coughed lightly and quickly added, "Spanish ham, it's famous."
Casillas sneered and poked Chris on the forehead: "I told you, this is not ordinary Spanish ham, it can't be compared, you will understand when you eat it."
"That's great!" Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at Kaka, who shook his head in amusement and praised Chris's quick reaction.
Cristiano winked at the other party proudly. He was so smart!
Sarah sat on the sofa in the living room. She turned her head to look at the men discussing in the kitchen and couldn't help stroking her chin.
Is she the only one who feels that when Cristiano and Kaka are together, their little movements and micro-expressions are so numerous that they seem to form a barrier between them and other people? It's as if these two people have their own little world.
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