225 If you can’t afford to play, don’t play!

“Ah~”

After Yang Cheng opened his eyes, his first reaction was sourness, then numbness, and then pain!

Don’t think about it wrongly, the waist is sore, the arms are numb, and the neck is sore!

The reason why his neck hurts was because he was in the carpeted living room, pillowing a hard square decoration that fell off at some point as a pillow. His neck hit the right angle for a few hours, of course it hurts!

Pulling open the glass decorations under your neck, Yang Cheng twisted his neck uncomfortable.

Canalis used his left hand as a pillow. This girl, who was under 22 years old, had been crazy for more than an hour. After being satisfied, she hugged Yang Cheng tightly and fell asleep to death, but her head was on his left hand, and she felt so numb that she didn't feel anything anymore.

But she didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing her dream.

Looking at the satisfied smile in her sleep, Yang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head.

Originally, he just wanted to play with those reporters, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and he was really doing the fake show!

However, his eyes slid from the face that was praised as a muse by an Italian man, and fell on the delicate body. He scanned it like a scanner. Yang Cheng couldn't help but get excited again, and his hands began to wander around her restlessly.

I didn’t have time to taste it last night, so I naturally have to hurry up now!

As soon as he moved, Canalis woke up immediately.

She quickly noticed Yang Cheng's actions and the current situation of the two. She was very embarrassed, but she hugged Yang Cheng tightly and let her beautiful body close to him without considering the consequences of doing so.

"No!" Canalis quickly stopped, "I'm going to work later!"

It was so crazy last night that she didn't consider the sequelae. If the war was ignited now, she would definitely not think of having a bed today!

Yang Cheng shrugged and stopped moving his hands, feeling a little relieved, but he was considerate.

"You are so nice, Caesar!" Canalis saw Yang Cheng understand her and immediately kissed him with a smile.

But, looking down, it seems...

"I'll do it!"

Canalis smiled and asked Yang Cheng to lie down, then she teased her whole body and finally turned over and stepped on him, slowly squatted down, and let out a satisfying moan.

The war is ignited again!

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Yang Cheng left Canalis' home at around 6:30 in the morning. People in Milan City are not used to getting up early, especially in the city. They all get up from bed during work hours, so there are no people on the street.

After crossing a few streets, Yang Cheng specially wore a pair of large sunglasses, then stopped a taxi to the Media Hotel.

Last night, he had agreed with Paul Bayer and others to leave a car here.

He drove directly back to his villa, and then covered his head and fell asleep.

I slept until the evening before I woke up, feeling a little uncomfortable all over. I quickly took a cold shower. When I came out again, I felt refreshed all over.

"Occasionally venting the anger in my heart is indeed good for physical and mental health!" Yang Cheng sat down in front of the computer with a smile.

Turn on the computer and log in directly to his own vv. These are all his habitual actions.

A message prompt immediately popped up inside.

"Damn Uncle Cheng, if you don't answer the phone, are you really going to mess with that woman named?"

Uh... Yang Cheng was a little guilty, especially when he was against his junior Natalie Portman.

"No, no!" Yang Cheng immediately replied to the message.

After waiting for a while, the other party did not respond, but the phone soon came in.

"Hmph, I'm saying no, I think you're just fooling around! I heard that woman seduced you for a long time!" Natalie seemed to be jealous.

Yang Cheng laughed and concealed his guilt, "Everyone said it was gone, I last night..."

This guy is good at speaking and just cheating on the little girl.

He said it a little more about the ignorance of his cheating on those reporters last night, and of course he skipped the romantic affairs between him and Canalis, and just covered himself up and took them around the entire Milan city.

"Now they must still be guarding my car on the street!" Yang Cheng smiled proudly.

Natalie Portman over there also laughed loudly, "You are so bad, Uncle Cheng, don't wait to play with people like this!"

"It depends on who is right. Those guys are against me all day long and deserve it!" Yang Cheng said with a smile.

"Well, your life is rich and colorful, and I won't be so lucky!" Natalie on the other side of the phone looked sad.

"Why?"

"The pressure is so great!" She was a little exaggerated, but in fact she just hoped that Uncle Cheng could coax her a few words, "There are so-called geniuses everywhere, and their academic performance is excellent. I think I am the stupidest one!"

"How could it be?" Yang Cheng immediately pretended to be like someone who dared to say this, and I was fighting with anyone. "Nate, in Uncle Cheng's eyes, you are the smartest in the world. Look, you have learned the most difficult Chinese in the world now. Nothing can be rare to defeat you. I have confidence in you!"

"Really?" Natalie asked with a smile.

"certainly!"

"But just because I don't have enough confidence, can I give me some reward?"

"Haha, I know you are not that easy to deal with. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Uh... I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think about it!" She is always so weird!

Yang Cheng nodded in agreement with a smile, and then he talked about a lot of things that the team won the championship last night. This little girl regretted it and really regretted why she didn't come to Milan last night.

After hanging up the little girl's phone, Fachetti's phone call immediately came in.

"Hey, who are you talking to on the phone? It's more than half an hour!" Fachetti seemed very anxious.

"What's the matter?" Yang Cheng did not answer directly.

"I said, remember to wipe your mouth even if you steal food. Do you really plan to stay at Canalis's house for the rest of your life? There are more and more reporters blocking you below!" Fachetti reminded with concern.

Yang Cheng smiled and said, "Who said I was at Canalis's house?"

"Are you not at her house?" Fachetti felt strange.

"Of course, I'm at my house, I'm back last night!" He lied that his face was getting redder and he was not angry or breathless, and he even looked at him with a tone that occupied the moral high ground!

"Then your car..."

Yang Cheng suddenly laughed and told him what happened last night, "Let those bastards stay there!"

Oh, no, Yang Cheng came up with a wonderful idea.

"What a pity, you guys missed this lucky game in vain!" Fachetti sighed.

Yang Cheng smiled but said nothing.

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"Does this damn guy plan to just waste time with us?"

Farage walked out of the car, looked at the dazzling red Ferrari in front, and went upwards. The lights were still on, and the TV could be heard vaguely.

The latter has already gone to work, and their reporters have watched the TV show she hosted. It is obvious that the one in her home is Inter Milan's head coach Yang Cheng.

"I have to wait until you can't get out of Taiwan!" Farage said indignantly.

As a reporter for Turin Sports News, he has never been in front of any Serie A coach, but since Yang Cheng came, he has been fighting against the media again and again, and all the mainstream Italian media dislike him.

But he won the championship, and no one can do anything to him!

"Farage, do you think he will slip away?" A reporter next to him came over and asked, it was a reporter from the Evening Post.

"No, I checked it, there is only one entrance here!" Farage said with certainty.

Of course he couldn't find out that there was a door that was usually tightly locked in the stairwell aisle downstairs of the apartment that could pass through the next street.

"He must be still on it. Listen, there are still the sound of TV, *** Damn!" Farage looked at the third floor angrily. The damn bastard might be secretly looking down from the curtains now.

"But he won't come down, when will we wait?"

Farage gritted his teeth, "At the latest tomorrow morning, we will stay up all night tonight and stare at it all night. Inter Milan will re-train tomorrow. He will definitely go. When he goes downstairs, we will rush up and take photos directly, then bombard him, and make the matter of him staying at Canalis' house overnight to the world."

"But..." the reporter said something.

Yang Cheng and Canalis are one of the men who are unmarried and the other is unmarried. Even if they really get together, so what?

But seeing Farage's angry expression, he swallowed the words back.

At this moment, a deliveryman on a bicycle came over in the distance.

"May I ask, are there reporters from Turin Sports News, Evening Post, Republican News...?" He said a lot of newspaper names in one breath, with an expression of extremely excited.

Hehe, he is an Inter Milan fan!

"What's the matter?" Farage walked over.

"Oh, Inter Milan's head coach Mr. Yang Cheng just called and customized a batch of pizza in our store and asked us to deliver it here. This is the note he left behind!" The deliveryman handed over a note.

Farage took it and saw it, and suddenly became furious, "I'm fucking!"
To be continued...