"Tennis player."
Aiello looked at Sharapova, who was still a little green but undeniably beautiful, and pretended to be unsure.
"Oh you know me" Sharapova asked curiously.
"Well, when I have nothing to do, I like to watch various sports news.
I learned about it on TV, so I heard about the name of the talented girl in Russian tennis."
Ai Luo stared at Sharapova's eyes, evil.
Smiling.
Aiello did not lie.
In his previous life, Aiello had collected a lot of information about Sharapova, and he had been a Sharapova fan for a while.
"Humph, what are you looking at?
Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"
Sharapova said coquettishly, feeling very uncomfortable being stared at by Ai Luo, as if there were millions of bugs crawling on her body.
"Hehe, I've seen a lot of beauties, but I've never seen a female athlete as beautiful as you and so powerful."
He smiled evilly, raising his right hand with joy, "Haha, we have a Chinese proverb that meets each other.
As fate would have it, the beautiful Miss Sharapova, could you please give me a drink?"
After saying this, he shook the glass gently.
Listening to Ai Luo's blatant praise, Sharapova also blushed a little.
She couldn't help but think, am I really so beautiful?
She touched her face with both hands, doubting her beauty for the first time.
"Is it really as good as you said?"
Sharapova took a sip of the glass of wine that Aiello brought, her face turned slightly red, and she asked in a low voice.
Xiao Lei in the distance saw all this and couldn't help but whistle, secretly giving a thumbs up to Ai Luo.
Ai Luo looked at Xiao Lei who was winking at him and smiled even more happily.
He stood up and sat next to Sharapova.
His left hand went around Sharapova's back and rested on her waist.
"Of course", his eyes looked at Sharapova’s eyes: “Look at my honest eyes, are they free of any impurities?”
Sharapova looked at the young man in front of her who was about the same age as her, with the masculine aura so close to her.
Her body trembled slightly and her eyebrows furrowed, but she did not refuse, but her face turned even redder.
The girl was curious by nature, but also very honest.
She told what she saw: "What should I do if all I saw was eye droppings?"
Sharapova covered her mouth and said with a chuckle, to ease her embarrassment.
Aiello was speechless, rolled his eyes, and moved his head closer to Sharapova.
Feeling a little confused and fascinated, Sharapova tilted her head, and Aiello's mouth just kissed Sharapova's ear, exhaling the smell of alcohol and a strong manly breath that Sharapova could clearly smell. , "Hey, why don't you look more clearly?"
Perhaps it was alcohol that made Ai Luo more courageous.
Looking at Sharapova, who was once regarded as a "goddess" in her previous life, with a slightly shy and charming face, she couldn't help but lean her head forward. , his lips pressed lightly on Sharapova's lips.
"Well" Sharapova's eyes widened, her head was short-circuited at this moment, my God, this is my first kiss.
When their eyes met, Aiello smiled even more.
Suddenly he felt a pain in his lip.
He pushed Sharapova away and said angrily, "Are you a puppy?"
Then he touched his lower lip with his hand and looked at his fingers.
There was no bleeding. , and then I felt relieved.
"Huh, that was my first kiss, bastard."
Sharapova sat on the edge of the stool with her pretty face on one side.
"Haha, haha," the blond boy playing the piano couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
However, looking at Sharapova and Aiello who had murderous eyes, he coughed and continued to play the piano consciously. song.
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"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Ai Luo performed the second step of seducing a girl.
He moved his body forward and moved his body forward.
His tone was very gentle, "It's just that you are so beautiful that I can't help it." , I can’t stop, the worst I can do is let you kiss me back.”
"Asshole, you have such a beautiful idea."
Sharapova crossed her arms and glared at Aiello fiercely.
"Hey, you said that if you can put this momentum on the competition field, wouldn't it be easy to become the world's No. 1?"
Aiello drank by himself and looked at Sharapova.
"I'll let you take care of it, you bastard", her pretty face turned aside again "You can really get number one in the world" "Really, bastard, can I really be number one in the world?"
Sharapova's tone began to loosen, and she asked as she lost most of her anger.
It shows how eager Sharapova is to become the world's number one.
"Of course, if you don't believe me, look at my sincere eyes again."
"Asshole, you're kidding me" In this way, you come and go, I do this and you do that.
The two of them soon selectively forgot everything that happened before, became familiar with each other, and began to chat about their dreams.
They drank and talked about pursuing their dreams.
The hardships, tears and snot, and another sip of wine all said that women are made of water, and Ai Luo had a profound understanding at this moment.
The next morning.
After Sharapova woke up, she looked at everything in front of her and couldn't believe it, but she couldn't ignore what she saw.
Oh my God, I actually had a one-night stand with a Chinese guy I just met last night.
The clothes the two of them wore last night were scattered on the floor of the room, including jackets, T-shirts, underwear, underwear, and a faint trace of blood on the sheets.
The living evidence was in front of them, seeming to mock Sharapova for her refusal.
Face reality.
Seeing Aiello, who was laughing but still sleeping, Sharapova became furious and couldn't help but kick Aiello's butt.
Ai Luo was still in a sweet dream, with the same smile.
Sharapova couldn't help but cursed, "A dead pig can really sleep, what a bastard."
Seeing this smile, she couldn't help but kick her feet again, maybe the two feet were a little too strong.
Big, Ai Luo frowned.
In his dream, he vaguely felt something on his butt.
It hurt a little, so I touched it, then rubbed my eyes, and then said in a daze: "Stop talking nonsense, Xiao Meng, I just dreamed that Maria and Sharapova went to bed."
I talked about it all night last night The English was not converted, so it was spoken in English in a confused way.
One can imagine what the result will be later.
It doesn't matter if you don't say it.
After saying it, it's like adding a handful of oil to a red-hot pot and throwing a match on a pile of gunpowder.
After Sharapova wrapped her body in a quilt, she said viciously He kicked Ai Luo with his foot and cursed loudly: "You bastard, wake up!"
"Holy shit, I really went to bed with Maria Sharapova."
Aiello touched his sore butt and looked at the angry Sharapova in front of him and said in surprise.
However, this time it was in Chinese, which Sharapova couldn't understand.
Aiello pouted, not surprised because he was the one who carried Sharapova back to the hotel last night.
Looking at Sharapova who looked very angry, she said naturally: "What's making such a fuss, it seems you didn't take the initiative last night."
Sharapova was thin-skinned and said angrily, "Shut up, you bastard."
Ai Luo Ke ignored her and continued: "Huh.
He was so enthusiastic last night and moved more than me.
It makes my waist hurt now."
What she said was just to attract hatred, which instantly made Sharapova angry again.
Sharapova moved her buttocks, picked up the pillow under her body and threw it towards Ai Luo, "I told you to stop talking. asshole" "Look who is staying in this hotel," Ai Luo said kindly.
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Sharapova looked at the familiar room and looked around.
She suddenly spotted the familiar global limited edition V handbag placed on the sofa.
She blushed slightly and said, "Didn't I tell you to shut up?
Bastard" his tone was no longer as strong as before.
"Hey, it's okay if I don't say it."
Elo looked at Sharapova who was wrapped in a quilt evilly.
"Yes."
Sharapova felt Ai Luo's fiery eyes and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
Ai Luo was made to roll his eyes by Sharapova's action, and curled his lips and said, "It's not like I didn't see it last night..."
Seeing the murderous look in her eyes, she consciously closed her mouth, laughed dryly, and suddenly remembered What: "Hey, help me get the phone on the bedside table to see what time it is."
"Ten past eight," Sharapova took the phone and hummed.
"Oh no, I'm almost late."
He quickly jumped out of bed and picked up the underwear on the floor, but heard Sharapova's voice, "bastard, those are my underwear."
"Hey, I'm sorry for the mistake."
Aiello smiled awkwardly, threw the black underwear to Sharapova, and put on another pair of underwear on the ground.
Ai Luo quickly dressed up and took the mobile phone on the bedside table.
He saw the note paper on the bedside table from the corner of his eye, and found a signature pen in the drawer.
He wrote his phone number on the note paper and used the bedside table to The water glass is pressed down.
After checking to see if there was anything missing, before leaving, he looked at Sharapova who was still glaring at her on the bed.
He couldn't help but climbed onto the bed again.
To Sharapova's surprise, he kissed her on both sides.
On the lips.
Then before Sharapova could react, she got out of bed, smiled, picked up the satchel at the door, and opened the door.
Sharapova reacted and was about to curse angrily when she heard a slamming of the door.
The "bastard" Aiello didn't hear.
The angry Sharapova could only pick up another pillow and push it towards the door.
Throw it in the direction.
After a while, while touching her hot face and thinking of the kiss just now, Sharapova blushed even more and said in a voice softer than a mosquito's: "I didn't expect this bastard to be quite interesting."
She stretched out her hand.
He took the note that Ailuo had left on the bedside table, which was pressed by a water glass.
He walked to the sofa, took his global limited edition v-bag, unzipped it, and took out his mobile phone.
Pressed the power button on the top of the phone.
After a while, the phone kept ringing.
Frowning her eyebrows, she opened it and saw that except for a few text messages sent by friends to comfort her, the rest were all text messages from her father.
There were hundreds or dozens of missed calls.
She had a strict upbringing and could guess what her father was sending.
She pressed the escape button, entered Ai Luo's mobile phone number on the phone button, saved it, and entered: bastard in the name.
Then he dialed his father's mobile phone number
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