In men's minds, Gisele is beautiful, hot and sexy.
She was dressed in a similar style to Irwin, but with a slightly thicker coat.
Seeing the real person up close is even more impactful.
Gail's carefully embellished, deep and charming eyes seemed to be emitting electricity when she looked at people.
She looked around, habitually ignoring the crowd's monotonous admiring looks, and her eyes fell on the actor she was about to work with.
No, he is not an actor. Gal Gadot has known him. He was a very famous English football star, although he is not now.
He has a great look, and it's rare to see someone so delicate and refined among a crowd of rough players.
The other person's eyes were also very calm, and in the eyes that looked at him, there was only the same gentleness that she showed to all women.
Completely different from the astonished gazes of other men.
That’s right, if he wants to appreciate beauty, he can just look in the mirror.
Gale thought so and prepared to walk forward and shake hands with the other party.
Suddenly, something came towards this side with a sound of breaking through the air.
Gale didn't react, or rather, even if she did, she couldn't dodge in time. It seemed that she could only watch the round black shadow fly over like this -
Someone stood in front of her and kicked the unidentified attacker away.
The other man placed his fingers on her arm very gentlemanly and gently pulled it to the side. Their skin, which was touching through a layer of clothes, separated in an instant, so fast that it was almost imperceptible.
Only a slight trace of warmth was left.
Gail put away the embarrassed look that had lasted for less than two seconds, and when she walked from behind Ivan into everyone's sight, she looked as sexy and elegant as before.
Only then did she have time to see the culprit.
It is an older football.
Misfortune comes unexpectedly.
Let’s see which naughty kid did this good deed!
A boy came running towards us, breathing heavily. He had a dark face, a shaved head, and a face full of chubby baby fat.
The face is round and the head is round too.
The person in charge who chased after him glared and said, "Where are you kicking, kid?"
The boy hurriedly picked up the ball from the ground and apologized in halting French.
Gray stopped the person in charge from continuing the lesson.
"Have you picked someone?"
The person in charge slapped his head and said, "Not yet. Hey, I took a few steps and saw this kid running very fast. I turned around and saw... Miss Gadot, are you okay?"
As he said that, he turned back: "I'll be quick, five minutes, no, just three minutes!"
Ivan looked at the boy who was uneasy and looking down, not knowing what to do, and said with a smile: "No need, I can just watch him."
The person in charge paused, and everyone looked at the boy after hearing the sound.
...Oh, this child is very different from the actor who played the original boy.
It doesn't match the aesthetic style at all.
The boy stood there blankly, not understanding what was going on and why all these people looked at him when the brother who looked somewhat familiar said something he didn't quite understand.
There was scrutiny in his eyes.
He held the ball in his arms nervously.
Irving waved at him and greeted him in his not very good French: "My name is Irving de Witt, what's your name, boy?"
The boy was stunned and stared at him blankly.
Alvin touched his nose. Did he look so unpopular with children? Although he had indeed not interacted with children much in recent years.
Then he heard the boy exclaim in the same broken English: "Ivan...Ivan Dewitt? Is that the Ivan I know?"
He looked at Ivan in surprise, and before he could say anything else, it was obvious that he had recognized the other's already somewhat familiar face and came to the answer.
"I, you, you are my idol." The boy spoke awkward English in distress. He had never regretted so much that he did not learn a few more words of this language that even the French were not keen on.
"My name is, my name is Killian..." His face flushed, and he didn't know how to pronounce his name in English, so he just blurted out a string of French.
"My name is Kylian Mbappe! I'm almost 10 years old and it's my birthday in a month!"
He spoke very quickly, and the amazing thing was that Alvin actually understood him. He also spoke in his unfluent French mixed with English, trying to communicate with the boy.
"Your birthday is in a month? When is your birthday?"
"December 20th!" Mbappe still knows how to say the date in English, it's very simple.
Ivan was surprised: "My birthday is the same as mine."
Everyone: “…”
Dear little boss, you have left your mother and the beautiful Miss Gail alone for a while.
This behavior is ungentlemanly!
Ivan seemed to just remember: "Oh, sorry."
He smiled apologetically at everyone, patted little Killian's head, and said to the person in charge: "Please explain this to Killian."
Mbappe listened to what the person in charge said and opened his eyes wide with excitement.
Are they going to let him shoot a commercial with his idol?
Then, he lowered his head nervously again: "I have to ask my parents first."
"Of course. Could you please lend me his phone?" Alvin said to the person in charge.
He looked at Gail again: "I'm sorry, Ms. Gadot, I've kept you waiting. It's too cold outside, please go sit inside. Do you mind waiting a little longer?"
Gail had a good impression of him and readily agreed.
"Please try the tea from my grandmother's hometown, China's Keemun black tea, which tastes different from British black tea." Ivan brought Mbappe into the room and said to Gale who was already seated.
Gray, who was standing by, heard this and looked at Gale inconspicuously.
She is quite beautiful.
Thinking of this, she glanced at her son's face again, as if she wanted to confirm something.
Gail now had time to greet her face to face, and the two women began chatting casually.
Gail still admired this strong woman. Although she didn't talk much and she was the only one who talked, she could always find a topic to talk about as long as she wanted to. This was not a difficult task for her who was good at socializing.
Ivan sat aside with Mbappe.
After little Killian finished the call, he was still a little nervous facing his idol who was right next to him.
"Don't be nervous. When I was your age, I did the same thing, playing football with my friends in the square."
Mbappe looked at him with wide eyes, and Ivan deliberately slowed down his speech and only used English when he didn't understand the language.
In comparison, he is more proficient in foreign languages than Mbappe.
After all, he is 10 years older than the other person, so he should take care of the other person more.
From the very beginning, Alvin never treated the other party as a fan. He had no idol baggage at all. He simply treated the other party as a junior. It may also be because seeing him playing football when he was still young reminded me of my own childhood.
The two people were inexplicably close.
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