"Dong, what size should I buy my third brother's clothes?"

"What?" Dong Fangzhuo thought he had heard it wrong, so what the hell was Balotelli asking him?

"Don't you only have one younger brother? Why do you have a third brother? Besides, how tall and old your younger brother is, I don't understand..."

"Dong, I'm talking about the clone..."

"That," Dong Fangzhuo's face was obviously embarrassed. He was going to rush to check in with the girl and buy a condom?

Dong Fangzhuo has seen his size, but it is a little smaller than his own.

"Ahem,"

"You buy both large and super large sizes, isn't this insurance?"

"Hey, this is a very good suggestion. It's great, just do it." Balotelli hung up the phone immediately. On the way, he had been struggling with which size of condom he should buy. After all, he was always inexperienced for the first time. So he called Dong Fangzhuo quickly. Dong Fangzhuo said it out loud and said that buying a few more sizes of the trial will not work.

Today is his happy day, which is more important than playing the Milan derby. He really found a black girl online. The black girl is several years older than him. He also met on Facebook and is also an Inter Milan fan.

The black girl left a message online a few days ago, wanting to make friends with him, and then Balotelli started chatting with her. Then the black girl said that if Balotelli can score goals or assist in the Milan derby, then she would go to check in with him...

Now, Balotelli was naturally full of motivation. He gave Dong Fangzhuo an assist in the Milan derby. Now, it was time for him to harvest the fruits.

It was just the first time I did this, and he had no experience. He even asked Dong Fangzhuo if he bought a condom. He was like a kindergarten child.

Beep,

Beep,

Beep,

The car still didn't leave, the road was still blocked, and there was no sign of moving. As the date was getting closer, he became even more anxious.

Looking at the tightly blocked cars on the street, Balotelli had an idea and pulled out the keys directly. Damn, I won’t drive anymore!

call--

This guy actually started running on the street. He could not take the car and pay the fine, but they must not miss the date!

So, his speed gradually increased, just like running around in the training ground. Anyway, he only played for about 30 minutes tonight, and the energy on his body was huge.

He also ran to the hotel he had agreed to, and finally slowed down. He did not walk into the hotel immediately, and wandered around. Finally, he bought what he needed at a nearby vending machine. At first, he only bought two, but after walking a few steps, he slapped his head and called himself a fool.

Is one enough? It definitely not.

So he turned around and walked back, pressed ten each one directly. Anyway, he could play for one day on holiday tomorrow. At the pace of once an hour, ten was barely enough.

That's what he thought, then he took out a hat from the pants pocket behind his butt and put it on his head, pressing the hat very low. This guy is not so stupid that he is still open to doing bad things...

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After 40 minutes...

Dong Fangzhuo's cell phone rang, but it was called by Balotelli.

"What's wrong?"

It only took less than an hour to go. It was said that Balotelli bought a condom and then had sex in the hotel for at least an hour. Why did he call him again?

"Woooooo,"

Balotelli actually sobbed on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong, you said."

The one hesitant and had no movement for a long time. After all, no one understands Balotelli's world. Since the phone is not hung up, Dong Fangzhuo will wait patiently. Anyway, Balotelli will definitely say something in a while.

There seemed to be a sob sound at the head of the phone.

“Farke,”

"I'm so useless! Alas, I actually, I actually..." Balotelli stopped talking.

"Is this... I have only played for 10 minutes? It's the first time, most people can't control themselves, they will be faster, and there is no problem." Dong Fangzhuo comforted.

"No, it's not like that." Balotelli seemed to be embarrassed to speak. After a long time, he stammered: "I didn't even put it in, and I was so excited that I cumed directly."

"Grass!" Dong Fangzhuo called out subconsciously, it was so useless, it was over without doing it? This is a lot of blow to people...

What a poor Balotelli. This is definitely a big shadow. Although such a reaction is within the normal range, it will put some pressure on the first time. But this is not a big problem. Isn’t it just going to do it again in a few minutes? Is Balotelli’s strong vitality still not good?

Then Dong Fangzhuo asked quickly.

"What about the second time? Don't tell me that the second time is not okay?" He was really worried. If this was the case, how boring would Balotelli's life be. However, from his previous life, Balotelli's guy who used his mobile phone to check in with a girl every day would definitely not have the situation he was worried about.

"Not the second time, she left with some displeasure." Balotelli, on the other end of the phone, lowered his head in frustration, as if he had done something quite failed.

"Why?"

"No, I know it's your first time, I can't make you so sad."

"I don't know, there's nothing else."

"Did you cheat someone else? How did you hook up with that woman?" Dong Fangzhuo inexplicably felt a little alert, and his intuition told him that Balotelli was likely to be cheated, rather than actually checking in with someone else.

"How is that possible?"

"What did she lie to me for?" Balotelli couldn't figure out what the relationship was related to being cheated, but just to sign a room. "I'm so depressed, I have to hang up the phone..."

"This kid..."

Balotelli was half lying on the chair, looking at the ceiling with his eyes gurgling, but his mind was still in the picture of the black girl wearing sexy underwear just now. His left hand couldn't help but put it between his thighs and gently rubbed it, but the rhythm was getting faster and faster...

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The next day, the newspapers of "Milan Sports" were selling wildly. When people walked past the newspaper booth, they kept stopping and bought a fresh copy of "Milan Sports". The Milan City Derby naturally occupied the front page, but Balotelli's news occupied the second page, which was already quite generous.

Not only are there barely-skinned text descriptions, but also photos of Balotelli.

"This Inter Milan rookie knows nothing about sex. He just took off his clothes and surrendered. The speed was faster than his running speed on the field. I was about to play the flute for him..."

"Oh, God, I spent a week chatting with him, but what I waited for was this result. I was so disappointed..."

"I thought he should be such a strong man, at least not at the age of 18. Then I waited for a long time, using my hands, mouth, and even my feet, and tried all the ways to help him, but he still couldn't get up..."

In this version, Balotelli is said so unbearable.

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It can be imagined that the people in Milan City will react after seeing these explosive contents. Whether men or women, they will have topics of conversation in an instant, while they have forgotten all the Milan Derby.

"Haha, this fool is so funny."

"It's actually a premature guy. Judging from his strong looks, it's a pity that he is so useless..."

"Tsk tsk, it's quite big, it's a pity, if..."

"But the first time men are like that, that's not surprising. If I were asked to train me..." Some young women who read the report couldn't help but stick out their tongues and lick them. Looking at the naked upper body and wearing only tight pants in the second half, the photo of Ba Shen was imaginative.

Overnight, Bashen became the hottest player in Milan City, and even Dong Fangzhuo's limelight was suppressed, but not because of football, but because of check-in.

At this time, he had just come out of the hotel and walked onto the street. He was so hungry that he didn't notice the strange expressions of others. Some people even laughed and laughed unscrupulously.

Although it was on holiday, Dong Fangzhuo still arrived at the training ground early. When he finished training and drove to the supermarket to buy daily necessities, he finally saw the news about Balotelli.

"Damn?"

"Really framed?"

Dong Fangzhuo grabbed the "Milan Sports" in the supermarket and read it carefully. After reading a few lines of text, he could determine that Balotelli was indeed trapped. The girl who checked in with him completely set up a trap to frame Balotelli. What was the purpose of doing this? Of course, it was for fame and fortune.

If you get involved with Balotelli, you can become famous, but if you sell the news to "Milan Sports" and at least make a small profit. Thinking of this, Dong Fangzhuo couldn't help but shudder. Fortunately, no woman dared to pay attention to him like this. Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid that he would take the bait as easily as Balotelli.

After chatting with a woman I don’t know for a few days, I dared to check in with someone. Who will die if Balotelli doesn’t die?

That is to say, bullying Balotelli is young and ignorant. Why are people now so insidious?

What should that woman do next? Dong Fangzhuo knew it with his heels. He must have talked to Balotelli, and then threatened Balotelli with photos and other photos to ask Balotelli to pay the ransom? After all, these photos are light, which is not exciting enough...

According to the scammers, they just throw out some unsalty news to attract attention, and then they will have bigger actions...
Chapter completed!