Philip Mex lies on the mat and crys like his biological father is dead. In fact, if his biological father is really dead, he will never cry like this, and even a single tear will not fall, because he once publicly said that he hopes to kill him.

That old guy.

Zhuo Yang didn't go to coax him, but just packed up his own things and prepared to leave.

On the guillotine, Zhuo Yang used some more force and Mex's cervical spine would be broken, and of course he would be sad. Zhuo Yang hugged him and asked proudly: "Do you admit it or not? If you don't admit it, I'll kill you, do you admit it or not.

Give up?"

Mex struggled in the huge pain of his cervical spine and could not breathe at all. He really wanted to say that I gave in but couldn't make a sound, and Zhuo Yang also forgot this.

"Do you admit it or not? Do you admit it or not?"

Mex was really panicked, and even his consciousness began to blur. He knew that Zhuo Yang didn't want his life, but it would take ten seconds to continue like this, and if he didn't want him, he would die. The fear of death enveloped him.

In the remaining consciousness, in another ten seconds, he and Zhuo Yang will be over in their lives.

At the critical moment of life and death, Mex's mind was like a dream, and suddenly he dreamed of the TV fighting show he had watched. I have to say that their lives are so good.

Mex used his only right hand that could move, and used his only little strength to slap on the mat! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang, which was a harsh person, to admit defeat. Zhuo Yang, who was proud, woke up and quickly let go of his hand to unlock it.

Both of them were defeated by danger.

Zhuo Yang stared at Mex who was greedy for breathing air, sweating profusely on his body. He was also scared: I almost killed him.

Mex, who had recovered, burst into tears: "Ah, I lost, I gave up, I gave up, hero, why did you die? How did he die?"

Zhuo Yang: ""

"Then what, I'm dying of old age. I taught me when I was 120 years old and 110 years old, that's it."

"Ahhh, I'm dead, Zhuo Yang, I'll give in and I can't beat you."

"Phillip, you are a man." After packing up your things, Zhuo Yang said to Mex who was still slumped on the ground and sobbing quietly: "Our affairs are written off, and we won't fight anymore. If you want to talk to me about something else.

, or drink some wine or something, I'm honored."

Seeing that Mex didn't want to get up and shake his hand, Zhuo Yang had to give up. "Then I'll leave first, you and I'll leave."

He put on his bag and put on a hat. He covered his mouth with less scarf than last time. After all, the weather was warmer and the scarf was a little abrupt. He looked back at Mex and Zhuo Yang gently opened the door.

Martini was puzzled: Why did you cry inside? It wasn't Zhuo Yang's voice, the French boy was beaten to tears? It shouldn't be, that boy is a tough guy!

I didn't understand what happened, Maldini wondered if it was time to smash the door, and thought of getting closer to listen, the horse team leaned against the crack of the door. At this moment, Zhuo Yang opened the door, and he leaned his head to observe

When I saw the situation outside, I didn’t even think about the big face at the door.

The two of them almost pushed their noses together. The horse team and Zhuo Yang were both startled and shocked. Huo subconsciously shrank back quickly. Zhuo Yang was used to "sex" and wanted to kick this old face.

Fortunately, after setting a distance, he saw clearly that it was the horse team, and he forced himself to stop his muscles from rising.

The two of them looked at each other, which was a bit embarrassing. Zhuo Yang's sneak attack and the horse team eavesdropping were not something serious people should do.

The young man reacted quickly, and Zhuo Yang was the first to smile. "Hey, Brother Paul, is this a coincidence?" After saying that, Zhuo Yang walked out of the door and walked past the horse team. He didn't stop at all like the person who was fine, and went straight to the way he came.

Walk away. If you observe carefully, you can still see that he is moving faster and faster.

Martini was so confused. He had never seen such a nonsensical routine. He had just wanted to raise his legs to chase Zhuo Yang, but was left by Mex's crying. After thinking about it, Martin

Tiny walked and closed the door gently.

Zhuo Yang walked faster and faster, and he didn't dare to look back. As soon as he walked to the corner, he suddenly poked out a big head, which scared him to death. If he hadn't understood it in time, Kaka's pretty face was sure

Being kicked.

"Yoyo, you yo" Kaka winked and teased Zhuo Yang.

"Who stepped on your kidney? Go quickly and go around." Before he could say anything, Zhuo Yang pulled Kaka and ran away in panic.

Maldini looked at Mex who was crying and she couldn't help feeling compassion. She liked sentimentality when she was old. Three times! She fought with Zhuo Yang three times, not the big slap she made at the beginning

.Maldini doesn't need to analyze who won these three times. That day, Zhuo Yang tied with All Roma alone. Do you still need to ask if you pick one?

"Oh! Philip, you are a very good player. I have always admired you. Stop fighting in the future, play football well." As he said that, Maldini reached out and gently stroked Mex's hair.

Maybe it was the horse's magnetic "sex" voice, maybe it was because of Mex's own desolation. At this moment, he could no longer suppress his grievances and was beaten up continuously when he heard Maldini's obvious care and kind words.

Three times and the aggrieved of being unable to resist. Mex hugged Maldini and buried his head in the arms of the horse team.

"Ah Brother Paul" he cried like a child.

Maldini patted his back lightly, letting the child's tears wet the front. "It's past, it's over, and it's not a fight in the future. It's better to dance than to sing, it's better to play football than to fight, it's better to play football than to play."

At this moment, Maldini was more like a loving father in Philip Mex's heart, who lacked father's love.

Many years later, Zhuo Yang had left Milan, and at that time, Milan's defense line was seriously out of reach. After being summoned by Maldini, a famous Serie A defender, Mex, who had been retired for many years, transferred to Milanello without hesitation and became Milan.

The backbone of defense.

The accumulated air-fueling time of a top cigar will last for an hour and a half, and its most suitable taste is to take a sip when the cigarette butt is about to go out, so a veteran cigar customer always sits for a long time and dies out little by little.

Many times. That is not about making a name for itself, but about being well versed in the art of cigars.

Ancelotti and his group of people knew nothing about fashion, their mouths kept clattering like bellows, and their cigar poles were hot, and they thought they were very powerful.

“No one of these lounges is well ventilated,” Ancelotti said. “Looking at the room, it’s not like I was in the United States.”

Everyone was accustomed to "sex" and waited for him to brag. The door at the other end of the aisle opened again, and Zhuo Yang and Kaka walked in together.

"If you attack from behind, I will run from left to right. If you attack from left to right, I will run from top to bottom. You will attack from circle. I will run in circle."

The two of them didn't stop their mouths or legs.

Bang!
Chapter completed!