Chapter 408

It's no matter how shy he is, or how cold he is. Anyway, Russian Arshavin doesn't play with his teammates. He seldom talks. He feels like he has to pay for his words. Tsar is also the only one in the team who hasn't been to Zhuoyang's family to have a meal.

He's not a man of bad virtue. In fact, he's very good, and he's not lonely. When you ask him to go to the party, he'll drink when you lift the glass, but he doesn't like talking. Perhaps because of the stuttering of German, Arshavin could not compete with his compatriots at all. Yuri Zhirkov is not a talker either, but the cold humor from time to time is indispensable, especially after a few bottles of wine, it's all his business on the table, except Zhuoyang and the old song dynasty, who dare to pinch Zhirkov's nose.

Arshavin is the kind of person whose answer, no matter what topic you raise with him, is always "Oh, is it?" Or "ha ha", the standard chat terminator.

However, the Tsar is also a disadvantage. In other aspects, he is quite good. He is a team player and he is very polite off the pitch. He uses his honorific name to talk with everyone. He is also the big uncle of Ziegler who is the gatekeeper of the club: "Hello, Mr. Ziegler, thank you." What kind of people like Zhuoyang are not particular about opening their mouths and closing their mouths: "old Qi, do you want to go drinking flower wine?"

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"king, come on!" Said the taxi driver.

Zhuoyang closed the door, knocked his chest with his right hand and nodded.

Zhuoyang withdrew from the routine after the game. Since they left, piggy has rarely gone to the nightclub. Occasionally, he would like to play a leading role as a team leader, and leave first when he has arranged for everyone.

The night is already very dark, Hanover under the drizzle, there is no wind in the late autumn, the drizzle more people feel cold. The thin and dense rain fell on her face, and it flowed down her cheeks like tears without much effort.

The dense silk rain blocked the illumination of the street lamp. Zhuoyang's second floor was a little dark, but there was still light in the upstairs window. It was the lamp that his sister left for him.

Zhuoyang did not falter, but he was still a little drunk after drinking. Without an umbrella, Zhuoyang walked two steps to the small gate of the fence. Before he pushed the door, he suddenly found a dark shadow hiding under the nearby tree.

"Who?" Sober up in vigilance.

"Zhuoyang..." A coquettish cry, then cold fragrant nephrite into the bosom, the voice of women's grievances with a cry.

"Beverly Why are you here? " The linen coat that black beauty wears is very thin on the rainy night of late autumn. Her whole body is almost wet and cold, obviously waiting time is not short. "How long have you been here? Why don't you go in? Look at the cold... "

"I can't get through to you..." Beverly buried her head in Zhuoyang's arms, whispered. To tell you the truth, it's still a little hard to hide your head in Zhuoyang's chest at the head of black beauty.

Zhuoyang's Nokia just got together and found that it was out of power. He didn't have the habit of carrying a charger with him. Moreover, the lack of electricity in mobile phones often occurs, so Zhuoyang plans to replace a Chinese made Shanzhai machine. Listening to Haiyang, those domestic machines are loud and don't speak. They are ready to stand by for half a month just like playing.

"Come on, hurry in. My sister is at home. You don't know each other. Why wait outside! Look what's freezing you My forehead is a little hot. Don't have a fever... "

bringing beauty home at night has shocked Zhuo Qiuqiu, elder sister. She has no time to ask about anything. Let Beverly take a hot bath first, and then change into her extra pajamas. Tall black beauty has no luggage but a handbag. After a thick bowl of ginger soup, Beverly fell asleep with a slight fever. What can I do for tomorrow.

After settling in Beverly, Zhuoyang and his sister had a couple of family gossip, and then went upstairs to play the piano. He liked to roam in the world of music in this drunken state. In Tchaikovsky's frivolous "Four Little Swan Dances", Zhuoyang thinks about Beverly's sudden coming to find her own purpose.

Zhuoyang knows that Beverly is fond of herself, as can be seen from the date in Monaco, and Zhuoyang is fond of her, after all, she looks very good. However, Zhuoyang is not sure whether this kind of light affection between them is enough to let the beauty into her bosom in the rainy night thousands of miles away. Beverly's coming here should have a lot to do with her star status.

Zhuoyang's accession to the WTO is very shallow, but he is not a mallet. There are many emotional combinations around him. He knew that ordinary models like Beverly would not refuse to have feelings with celebrities at all, and would even take the initiative. Lydia, the ex girlfriend of good brother Schweinsteiger, is surrounded by little actors and young models. Several brave beauties have tried to approach Zhuoyang.

Zhuoyang feels that Beverly is fond of her own and pursues two in one with celebrities, but he doesn't refuse these things either. Zhuoyang has no habit of moral cleanliness.

Zhuoyang's analysis is right, but he doesn't know that the story is much more complicated.

Beverly Deng, 21, is already embarrassed in the modeling world. In the field of models, we pay great attention to being famous as early as possible. There are so many young models all over the world. Every day, many high-profile young beauties of 17-18 years old are solemnly promoted by the industry. Even many girls of 13-14 years old with unique talent have become popular in the field of models.In this industry, people who are not well-known in their twenties and are still playing in the seventh and seventh line, just like football players who are still playing amateur league in their thirties, can hardly have any future unless there is a miracle.

That's what Beverly Deng is like. Since she started at the age of 16, she has always belonged to the class of migrant workers and models. Her greatest achievement is just a few wild shows, almost no class or style.

A girl like her has no culture. Her biggest capital is her height and appearance, and then she went to a two-month model training course. Beverly has suffered a lot in order to get ahead in this industry. She still eats it. From the age of sixteen into this line is no less than wild agents, junior directors, designers have hidden rules, this is also the reality of this line, who can not escape who can not refuse.

However, it's not that you will succeed if you are submerged. Most girls are submerged. So the reality is that it's useless if you are submerged. If you don't want to dive, you will die, and your modeling career will die. It's the blessing of these girls that they can be sneaked by the real celebrities in the industry. Maybe they will come to the end of their lives. But the characters like Beverly can only comfort themselves and be oppressed by ghosts.

There's no way. Beverly has always been at the bottom of the modeling world, and she can only touch people at this level. All kinds of grievances and unbearable, in exchange for a show that can earn some change from time to time, that's all.

But the wedding of her good friend vasiba gave Beverly the last hope. And it was scarred Berry's wife who gave advice to the simple and cowardly Beverly.