ball magic

Chapter 106

With the cooperation of his teammates, Raphael, who managed to avoid the media with his coquettish positioning, just got into the car and was about to return to the Four Seasons Hotel with Javier and the others.

Moratti is a generous chairman. He paid all the expenses of the Four Seasons Hotel and rented him the presidential suite for him and his family to live temporarily.Until they find suitable security personnel, Rafael can live in his own home with peace of mind and avoid the recurrence of the previous incident.

Raphael declined Moratti's kindness, and decided to handle the security issue by himself. In fact, he had almost contacted him. In two days at the latest, people from Blackwater would come over.

Of course, Raphael will let "Rabbit" find out in advance.

"Rafa?" Javier was driving the car, looking at his absent-minded younger brother. He had just chatted with his younger brother about the movie Veronica was filming, but he had no interest in it. This is not normal!

Is it because the game is too tiring?

Or because dealing with the media is annoying?

Raphael looked at Javier.

Now under the control of his wife and a father, Javier is still Javier, this guy is still out of character, like if he doesn't keep an eye on him, pull his skin tight, he can make some troublesome things come .

This guy has performed well in the past 3 years. Although he has done some weird things, he can barely control the range of Raphael's whipping him.

But Raphael also admits that he wants this guy to live, even if he does something that will cause him to break every bone in his body.

The younger brother didn't answer. Javier glanced at his younger brother through the rearview mirror, saw his sinister eyes, and immediately shivered, not daring to look at his younger brother again.

But—what had he done wrong?

Javier racked his brains and tried his best, but he couldn't think of what good he had done.

Raphael looked at his cowardice, and didn't bother to ask "Rabbit" if he had done any good things recently.

Veronica likes the Four Seasons Hotel very much, because this hotel is located in a 15th-century monastery in the city center, so when she first came to Milan, Oriol decided to stay here.

Stepping into the exclusive elevator from the parking lot, Javier felt that his brother was still a little unhappy. After thinking about it, he finally had a reason - his brother was hungry!

"I'm a little hungry, shall we go directly to the restaurant or eat in the indoor garden? The little guy should also have a stomach." Javier said "intimately".

Raphael has become a celebrity in the city, and the restaurant may not be the best choice, but the fastest choice is for my brother to be hungry.

Raphael calculated the time and said decisively: "Go to the restaurant. After dinner, I will take him to the spa, let him release his excess energy, and put him to sleep."

Javier immediately nodded happily, and didn't even stupidly ask his brother who the little guy slept with at night.

Normally Raphael doesn't sleep with the kid because he's a player and needs the best rest.But tomorrow is a holiday, of course Javier hopes to leave his son to his younger brother and live a two-person world with his wife.

Raphael came to the restaurant with his agent and his stupid brother.The restaurant is also open to the public and is divided into two parts, the indoor and the outer courtyard. However, the privacy of both the indoor and the courtyard is very good, and the courtyard is also in the corridor, so Raphael chooses to eat in the courtyard as usual.

Some customers paid attention to them after seeing them, but no one stepped forward to disturb them.

Raphael untied the belt, and found that the little guy who had slept in his father's arms for most of the afternoon was really full of energy, happily stepping on his lap, poking his head, looking at the garden and the edge of the corridor. Windproof candles, like candles in glass shades of particular interest.

After ordering, Rafael asked the waiter, "Can you bring us a candle?"

"Of course, you wait a moment." The waiter showed a perfect smile, and less than a minute later, he brought a few small portable windproof candles on the tray and put them on the dining table, winking at the little guy.

Louis only sees candles!no one else!He was held by Raphael with both hands, and his feet stepped on his legs, kicking, kicking, and jumping, but happy!

Oriol had a mean mouth and said, "It's like a cat stepping on milk."

Before Raphael could clean him up, Anderson gave him an elbow, and then pulled him up to go to the bathroom to wash his hands first.

Javier waited for the two to leave before saying, "He's just a bitch... he's a nice guy..."

Raphael glanced at him, this idiot has a good relationship with everyone around him.He always thought it was an interesting phenomenon.

When they came back, Javier picked up the child and asked Raphael to wash his hands. As soon as Raphael got up, he saw a man wearing a dazzling orange suit jacket and a dark brown top hat walking into the room. A yuppie with a deliberate and delicate mustache.

Raphael's eyes stayed on the yuppie for a second longer, and the other party looked at him with surprise on his face, and hurriedly walked towards him, but still maintained a fairly appropriate social distance.

"Rafael, what a surprise! I'm your fan, can you sign me?"

Raphael's gray-blue eyes stared deeply at this guy, and finally settled on his bow tie, because it was a bright green tie.

In the end, he raised his eyebrows in the yuppie's "uneasy" expectation, "Yes."

Yuppie's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved to the waiter, hoping that the other party could provide a napkin and a signature pen.

After the waiter left, the yuppie seemed to relieve the tension, and said with a smile: "I watched the game in the afternoon and also watched the press conference. It was a wonderful performance."

Raphael nodded slightly, not interested in asking which "performance" he was talking about.

The waiter quickly brought a napkin and a signature pen, and asked Raphael for an autograph in a low voice, and Raphael readily agreed.

Raphael held the pen and looked at Yuppie.

Yuppie smiled and said, "My name is Alex, Alex Byron. I am your most loyal fan!"

Raphael glanced at him before writing on the napkin: "To: Alex: Someone told me that loyalty is a kind of faith, I'm glad you became my believer. Raphael."

Raphael's English is soft and firm, which is pleasing to the eye, but the words above... um...

Yuppie showed a smile. After signing, seeing Yuppie's hand stretched out, Raphael naturally reached out to shake him, and then let go to sign for the waiter.

After the waiter thanked him, Raphael patted him on the shoulder, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After Raphael rubbed his hands carefully several times, "Rabbit" reminded, "He is your father's current subordinate."

"I know." Raphael said indifferently.

He didn't expect that Alex Byron would show up at this time, walk up to him majestically, and use his true identity to say to him such damn words as "I am your most loyal fan"!

Of course he should be his loyal fan, and he will not allow this guy to like other players more, not even Matthews or Gascoigne!

Because Alex Byron was his (was) adoptive father!

"Then why are you upset?" "Rabbit" obviously couldn't understand his host, and he was really a rather difficult earthling.

"What does this have to do with you?" Raphael asked back.

"Rabbit" was silent.

After Raphael returned, he found that Louis was still looking at the candle happily, and Javier was feeding him with a bottle. He was drinking milk one after another, and ignored him when he came back.

Raphael shook his head and started to eat his own seafood pasta.

Javier glanced at his younger brother, a little puzzled, then glanced at him again, and was stared at!

Javier immediately focused on nursing his son, not daring to look any further.

After dinner, Raphael played with Louis in his arms for a while, then took him to the private swimming pool to play in the water, waited for the little guy to be exhausted, bathed him, put him to sleep, and obviously kicked half-time high Raphael did not fall asleep despite the intensity of the game.

It’s not enough to talk about insomnia, it’s just that the moment Alex appeared in front of him made him realize that many things were different

He has a lot of things in his life, enough to fill the void in his heart.But he admits that Albert Anthony Hughes and that jerk Javier are still alive, perhaps more than those "vacancies".

On the first day he met Alex Byron, he had disliked the flamboyant Brit.

From every strand of his hair, to his clothes, language, and demeanor, he doesn't like everything, but he patiently learns to get along with him.

Because the only "thing" left to him by "Alberto Anthony Hughes" in this world is Alex Byron.

He should always be worth something.

Later he discovered that Byron's greatest value was that mouth that would always babble to him when he didn't need it, and always keep his mouth closed like a clamshell on things he wanted to know!

Fuck worth it!

Byron's attitude made him eager to join the navy.

"Come on boy, when he was in the Navy, England was still called the 'Empire.' Now our 'Royal Navy' has become a 'Littoral Navy.' What's the future?"

Byron's attitude offended him, but he admitted there was some truth to it.So 1 day later he applied to join MI[-] - the trainee recruitment.

That's right, in fact, the British intelligence system will openly recruit new aid every year.

"Honey, you can't pass the trial! Believe me, although they have been using Bond to recruit people for more than 30 years, they don't want to find a real Bond-no, they still need it, forget it, you Can't pass the trial."

Byron was right, he did not pass the examination.So he signed up for the Navy the next day.

He still remembers Byron's dismay when he learned he had indeed been drafted into the Navy—he dropped his bow tie.

"What exactly do you want?" Byron asked him in exasperation.

Raphael didn't answer him.

It wasn't that he wanted to fight Byron, nor did he disdain to answer, but that at that time he himself didn't understand what he wanted.

"Look, look, look at what this is!" Yuppie excitedly waved the napkin which was of good quality.

After finally taking off his coat, Colonel Hughes, who was wearing a vest and glasses, gave him a cold look.

The yuppie didn't dare to be frightened, the so-called high-ranking officials crushed people, Hughes was more than one level higher than him.

Handing the napkin to Hughes, he leaned on the table and said, "I saw him in the restaurant. He didn't seem to be in a good mood at the time, but no one will be in a good mood when they encounter such a shit. But this -"

He pointed to the napkin and expressed the subtlety in his heart, "He signed the waiter: Antonio, thank you for your support, Rafael Rodriguez. But this is what he gave me."

"I've gotten his signed Depor jersey before, and he signed 'Rafael Rodriguez' directly, instead of writing it like this - at least not just signed. I took this out and said he sent it. It was given to me, and people might think it was written by me.”

Colonel Hughes looked at the "loyalty is a kind of belief" on the napkin and raised his eyebrows slightly, and then looked at the "Raphael" who made the yuppies think about it, but at this moment he looked at the fancy signature, his face changed slightly .

He pondered for a few seconds before looking at Yuppie, "'Magic Box Project', remember?"

Byron's expression turned serious, "You mean the time when someone hacked into our system, forged information, made you return early, and was investigated for half a year because of the Yankee's testimony?"

Colonel Hughes nodded.

Yuppie exploded immediately!

"It is the Yankees who want to completely dismember the Balkans (Yugoslavia) and solve the Near East issue! We are cooperating and covering up their actions. As a result, a group of idiots were directly captured alive by polar bears. They decided to exchange hostages with Russia. How dare they talk to us Said they were 'total annihilation', said there was something wrong with us, fuck it!"

After the yuppie scolded, his IQ suddenly returned, and he looked at Hughes in a flash!

Hughes looked up at him, picked up the napkin, and pointed to the handwriting on the signature, "Didn't you recognize this is my handwriting?"

what does this mean?

Byron's expression changed!Hughes thought his son had something to do with it?Who is the person who can hack into the MI6 system?

Byron felt that this matter was really a bit complicated, and he picked up the tissue again to try to clear his mind, and remembered the sentence that now seems meaningful——

"Loyalty is a kind of belief. I am very glad that you have become my believer... believer? No, loyalty is a kind of belief..."

Byron finally felt a little familiar. He looked at Hughes with complicated eyes, "You told me that back then."

"Very stupid," Hughes commented coldly, "but unfortunately, I did say it."

"So, your son knows about the relationship between me and you, he may even know that you live here, and in the end he just wants to use my hand to send it to you? What does this mean? Is your son having sex with something? The special organization has something to do with it..."

"Shut up!" Hughes interrupted him, "Isn't this what you want to do? Find out, I want to know who is behind Rafa!"

"Then what do we do now?"

Hughes gently picked up the napkin, flipped it over a few times in his hand, and he had a rose.

"As his father, wouldn't my best choice be to become his most loyal believer?"

Byron was speechless and had to remind him, "What I'm asking is, do we want to check out! Or do you want to meet your son in person and talk to him about that signature?"

Hughes gently turned the rose in his hand, and when Byron threw three blank eyes at him, he looked back, "If he wants to, why not?"

"How do you know if your son wants it or not!"

"So I said - whatever he wanted."

"Shut up! I'll ask you! Leave now or wait until tomorrow?"

"tomorrow."

Only then did Byron take out the previous handheld computer, press it for a while, and said to the old man who came to the minibar to pour drinks: "Your son is very good at raising children, and his little nephew Louis is very cute. "

Hughes handed him a glass of wine and said with the same exclamation that any baby-crazed dad would have: "Rafa is cuter."