When Luo Xiaoxiao woke up, she found something was wrong around her.
The room was still the same room, everything was familiar, but something seemed wrong.
He subconsciously reached out and wanted to hug his catnip.
However, he got nothing.
He blinked in confusion at first, wondering if catnip was for him. Have you gone to the loving breakfast?
He got up, went downstairs, and tried to find catnip, but he didn't find his person.
He turned into the bathroom again. On the cup holder of the sink, there was only a set of toiletries and a razor.
His mind suddenly buzzed and he looked at himself in the mirror, panic all over his face.
It was him, right? But where was Alvin?
He walked out blankly and saw his mother and little Chris.
He rushed over and asked anxiously, "Mom, where is Ivan? Have you seen him?"
His mother was familiar yet unfamiliar. She was surprised to hear his words: "Evan? Who is this? Your new friend?"
"Ivan, it's Ivan! I..." The Portuguese couldn't continue. He saw the equally confused little Chris. In the past, little Chris would react when he heard Ivan, but this time he didn't respond to his words.
"Maria? Tuntun? Zoe?" He was still trying hard to call the names of people related to Ivan.
Dolores didn't know what was wrong with her son. Why did he seem like he was about to cry after getting up so early in the morning and speaking a few words to her?
Who are these he is calling? Is Cris sick?
Did she say something wrong? Could it be that Cris is in a bad mood again because of his recent breakup with Elena?
She wanted to say something else when she saw her distraught son quickly run to the entrance, open the shoe cabinet, rummage through the sofa, then run back to the room and open the wardrobe.
No, no, none of them.
There was no trace of Ivan.
Not his shoes, not his surprisingly numerous pajamas.
He ran into the nursery, and there was only little Chris's crib, nothing else, not for their second son and second daughter.
He opened the bedside table, and the necessary tools that Alvin had placed there were gone.
He was a little overwhelmed. He hoped that this was a dream, but everything in front of him was too real, as if the world with Ivan was just a beautiful dream.
No, he doesn't believe it.
He threw himself on the bed again. The bed was very familiar, and he finally realized that something was missing.
It lacks the smell of catnip.
He was confused.
He threw himself on the pillow next to him and put his head forward. He couldn't believe it.
He was not asleep, he was very awake, and he was clearly aware of——
No, it doesn't smell like his catnip.
The quilt beside him had long lost its temperature. He grabbed the pillow and found a long, thin hair on it.
This is not Evan's. Evan's hair is not that long and it is not blonde.
This is a woman's hair.
He saw his cell phone, as if he saw hope. With trembling hands he opened the phone and logged into Twitter.
Search for Irvin DeWitt, no such person found.
He felt that he could no longer suppress the thing in his eyes, and even his fingers were shaking. He quit Twitter and used his last bit of strength to click on the message in the contact book.
Among the people pinned to the top, there is no Evan.
The messages they had sent to each other over thousands of days seemed like a dream. When they woke up, they were all gone.
C Luo vaguely felt someone kissing his face.
Hmm, so gentle...Is it Elena?
He heard a voice.
"Madam, wake up, it's time to get up."
Would Elena wake him up like this?
No, they broke up recently and Elena doesn't live here at all.
The breath is not right either.
What the hell?
The Portuguese opened his eyes suddenly. Why is this a man's voice? His house was robbed? Where did this man come from?
He saw a man, a very handsome man with beautiful eyes, the kind of eyes he liked... The man who had just kissed him was undoubtedly the man in front of him.
He was shocked, and then angry.
"Who are you?!"
The two people were too close to each other, and it was difficult for him to accept such contact with a strange man. While shouting, he pushed the other person away with force, and jumped to the other side of the bed, staring vigilantly at the man who was caught off guard and almost fell under the bed.
When Alvin was pushed away by him, his eyes narrowed, the gentle expression on his face disappeared, and his whole aura changed in an instant.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him. No, it couldn't be said to be familiar. The moment the other person opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong.
That's not his wife.
Ronaldo was gasping for breath. He actually felt a little guilty under the aura of that man? What's going on? The person in front of me was the one who broke into a private house. Why did he act like he was the one who was wrong?
The long robe and pajamas he was wearing were rubbed open by his movements, revealing his delicate collarbone and his perfectly shaped pectoral muscles could be vaguely seen.
The Portuguese man's brain froze for a moment, and he accidentally had another thought: Are the criminals nowadays so good-looking?
...Cristiano Ronaldo what are you thinking!
This person is in his bed, he might be one of those gay fans who covets him!
He decided to get back at the culprit, but this time he didn't seem so confident: "Who are you? Breaking into someone's house is illegal. I'm calling the police!"
The man opposite had a darker blue eye, which made him look a little scary. “Who are you?”
Why is this person so arrogant? Ronaldo didn't want to waste any more time talking. The person opposite him seemed impossible to communicate with, so he was about to sound the alarm.
However, someone was faster than him. His eyes blurred and the man who seemed unable to do anything to him before pounced on him and threw him directly onto the bed.
As soon as he realized what was happening, he started to resist. Who isn't a man who knows how to fight?
But when he wanted to move, he was stunned by the complex emotions in the blue eyes in front of him.
He heard the man speak in a hoarse voice: "Tell me, what is your lover's name? How many children do you have? What are their names?"
There was something repressed hidden in his blue eyes, as if if he said something wrong, the person in front of him would do something he could never imagine.
No, why should he answer him?
He sneered: "You'd better get up from me."
Maybe this person has a mental problem and ran into the wrong house? He didn't want to argue with him, he just wanted to complain about the security work in the villa area.
The recent competitions are very tense, and calling the police would be a hassle. We might also be photographed by paparazzi and cause unnecessary trouble.
He didn't answer, but the man on him didn't let him go: "Do you only have one child named Chris?"
Ronaldo laughed out of anger. Isn't it known to the whole world that his son Chris Jr. is a fact? Are the scams of today's scammers so low-level?
Alvin knew it from his reaction, so he let go of him and opened the bedside table.
All the necessary tools are there, and all the condoms are there.
He ignored the Portuguese, found his slippers, skillfully opened the closet to get his clothes, and then walked out of the room.
C Ronaldo:? ? ?
Does this person really think this is his own home?
"Stop right there!" He was so angry that he even forgot that he had just shouted that he would call the police.
He followed the man into the bathroom and saw that man staring at something.
"What are you looking at?" He said that and then he saw two sets of toiletries, each with two razors.
Shocked, he burst out with the Portuguese national curse.
What was even more shocking was that he seemed to hear the sound of many children shouting.
He exited the bathroom and turned to look downstairs. He saw little Chris playing with building blocks with a little boy he had never seen before?
He also saw two cute little girls sitting next to Dolores, eating what their mother fed them?
He opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly felt a cold hand grabbing the back of his neck.
The person behind him didn't use any force, he just held him down.
"You are Cristiano Ronaldo, but you are not Cristiano Ronaldo," his voice was flat and calm, but it made his hair stand on end, "This is my home, you are the outsider."
"And you made my Cristiano Ronaldo disappear."
"Now, can you tell me how you got here?"
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