The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 106 Die, little bugs (4)
The partners who get along day and night suddenly become strangers.

Others may doubt the weight of the ball, but no one understands the strength of the kick just now better than Antetokounmpo.

Strong volley, almost straight angle, this kick is extraordinary, even the most tricky critics can't find any faults.

But he was firmly caught with one hand.

"I'll try."

A football golden boy squeezed the dazed letter Luo, put the football in the right position, ran up, and volleyed!

With a volley kick, the football spins rapidly, and the strength of the kick can be felt from the speed.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

A hand as slender as jade and so white as to be almost transparent, patted the football lightly.

Like a kind mother, rubbing the top of a naughty child's hair.

Such a gentle force made the tyrannical football obedient and fell down.

If it was a coincidence just now, but this kick was really witnessed by everyone, then the video is not fake.

This seemingly delicate girl in front of her is like slapping these stars hard.

Let you look down on heavenly football and make you arrogant.

All the men swallowed their saliva in unison, looking at Dong Meng no longer frivolously.

This... is the girl who just came back from Thailand.

What does it mean to know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the mountains, and then this group of world-class stars are like children who can't eat candy, one by one volley towards the goal in anger, no matter whether they can score or not, the strength of each kick It was astonishingly large, and even some inaccurate footballs hit the goal post, and the whole goal was trembling.

The one on this side just came down and the other went up again. Although Dongmeng caught every ball steadily, her right hand, which had been placed by her side, was shaking more and more...

"Hey, wheel battle, shameless enough."

"Now that you know where football was invented, let the whole world take a good look."

"What you speak is vernacular, and foreigners may not be able to understand it. Which fan who has passed the eighth level of English can help us translate it so that those people can also hear it."

Seeing the ball shot from any angle on the big screen can be stably caught, the national pride in my heart is gradually rising, and the usual inferiority complex has disappeared. In this kind of international game, we can also Stand upright and be a man.

Feng Ling looked at the female general. Dongmeng on the big screen was just as usual. When facing strangers, he was noble and indifferent. It seems that it is not the same as usual.

Seeing that those stars had changed two rounds and couldn't even break through Dong Meng's defense, Feng Ling felt sorry for Dong Meng, but the fans beside the stadium were so excited, if he called stop now, they would be the first to refuse.

Of course, these people's feelings are not within Feng Ling's consideration, but Dong Meng has a strong temper, so I'm afraid he won't be allowed to stop.

Feng Ling's eyes are like the sea, but he only makes waves for Dong Meng. The man's faint and indifferent aura is daunting, and the female director looks at Dong Meng with envy.

To have such an excellent man by her side is worth it all her life.

At this moment, the little secretary ran over panting, with disheveled hair and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Feng, Mr. Feng, hurry up and stop."

Feng Ling turned to look at Li Ying, as if asking for an explanation.

The little secretary stroked his chest and breathed slowly, staring anxiously at Dong Meng's right hand on the big screen.

"The little boss was ambushed in the reception room downstairs just now, and his right hand was injured. He must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise accidents will easily happen."

Feng Ling looked at Li Ying with his long and narrow eyes, and asked word by word: "Then why did you come here now?"

It's not that he is too suspicious, but that there are not many loyal people in the world.

The little secretary was taken aback for a moment, as if she didn't expect Feng Ling to ask such a question, but a cold voice behind her said.

"That's because we're dealing with the next thing." Xun Shaoyan looked at Dongmeng, with a throbbing in his eyes that he couldn't understand: "Your woman beat those people to serious injuries, if we hadn't Hurry up and avoid the company's security personnel, Dongmeng may be taken for questioning."

The little secretary nodded hurriedly: "Yes, hurry up and stop this game, the little boss's right hand needs to be treated as soon as possible."

"It's the first time I've seen someone who doesn't cherish his girlfriend like this. If you don't cherish it, you might as well give it to someone else."

Xun Shaoyan spoke half-truth, and unconsciously stroked the shot leg with his palm.

This girl brought him too many surprises, just like meeting him for the first time, her fighting power is very strong.

Those drug lords in the Golden Triangle are killing people like hemp, each of them has dozens of lives on their hands, and they show up in front of rolling out of the blood.

Even with a profession like my own, when facing them, I have to make precise arrangements and inquire carefully.

However, the girl in front of her went alone, knowing that it was a trap, and severely injured several people.

Even if his right hand is injured, he still insists on coming to the game.

Although we haven't known each other for a long time, Xun Shaoyan can tell that Dongmeng is definitely not a girl who cares about others' opinions. The only explanation is that she doesn't want Fengyun Company to be implicated.

At this moment, Xun Shaoyan was really jealous of Feng Ling. He was used to seeing girls in this era who were so cute and would act coquettishly and scold them if they didn't like it. He also met a girl like a female general who seemed cold but gave in silently.

Which is lighter and which is more important, you can tell at a glance.

"Let Milan find a way to end the game, immediately, immediately."

The director who heard Feng Ling's words nodded hurriedly, and gave instructions to the walkie-talkie.

After receiving the order, Milan looked towards the field and gestured towards Dongmeng.

The female general saw the expression on Milan's face from a distance, and her right hand twitched unconsciously.

"Wait, the next ball is mine."

"No no, it's my turn, you soft-legged shrimps."

The men in front of him pushed and shoved without grace, trying to break through Dong Meng's line of defense, the female general spoke suddenly.

"The game, it's time to end."

The men looked at each other and murmured, "What did the Oriental beauty say, did any of you understand?"

"Oriental languages ​​have always been mysterious, and damn it, I almost had a Chinese teacher once."

No one could understand the female general's words, but the contempt in the other party's eyes was unceremoniously revealed.

Dong Meng casually picked up a football at his feet, adjusted it to the right position, and then shot it out.

"My God, such a long distance."

"Impossible, I must be dreaming, God, please let me wake up."

The quick-responsive man tried his best to hug the ball, but before he got close, he felt a gust of wind hang from his cheek.

(End of this chapter)