Greenery Reverses The Madness

Ye Yifeng was exhausted.

　　 fell asleep not long after getting on the plane from Milan.

　　When I got off the plane, I was confused, because it was the latter half of the night, and the team simply went to the city and looked for a hotel to stay.

　　 He went into the room and fell asleep.

　　When he woke up again, he realized that he and Griezmann were sleeping in the same room, each with a bed.

　　 After taking a shower, he picked up the phone and turned it on and looked at it. The inbox exploded.

　　 Any number that can be saved in the address book sent him a message to congratulate him on winning.

　　 What is inexplicable is that a strange number sent a congratulatory message and signed it: Pep Guardiola.

　　Who knows if it is a spoof?

　　 Inside the coach, Penafiel’s former coach Miguel Rael, Ranieri, Dieter Black Gold, and some assistants who have worked together well.

　　 Many former teammates in Monaco and Wolfsburg also sent text messages.

　　 He responded patiently one by one. As for the family, they were very calm. Anyway, they only need to watch the news to know where they are.

　　 At this time, Saul sent him a text message.

"are you awake?"

　　 Ye Yifeng directly returned the call.

　　 3 minutes later, he went to open the door.

　　Saul and Cork tiptoed into the room.

　　 looked at Griezmann who was still sleeping on the bed in the room.

　　 "Are you two thieves or are you going to be a flower picker?"

　　 Cork made a quieter gesture to him.

　　Saul took out a small dish held in the palm of his hand from his back, with two spices on it.

　　 Ye Yifeng frowned and said, "What are you doing with mustard and ketchup?"

　　Saul whispered something in Ye Yifeng's ear.

　　 Ye Yifeng glanced at Griezmann who was still sleeping on the bed, and shook his head: "No, you guys are playing too much. In case he is mentally fragile, this shadow will accompany for a lifetime, no, no!"

　　 Saul and Cork were surprised, but Ye Yifeng would disagree unexpectedly.

　　 Ye Yifeng certainly disagrees.

　　 He and Griezmann slept in a room.

　　Saul and Cork are going to apply mustard to Griezmann's chrysanthemum, and rub some ketchup on the sheets to create the illusion of Griezmann being walked through the back door.

　　 This Nima is on the 17th floor. If Griezmann is too irritated, he opens the window and jumps down. With his speed and coquettish running position, who will take it?

　　 10,000 steps back!

　　 He accepted, he awakened, who the **** is in charge of the rest of his life?

　　Saul and Cork had to give up.

　　 Ye Yifeng had to warn them.

　　 Play to play, to make trouble.

　　Don't make fun of Chrysanthemum!

　　 It is estimated that it is because the mood of winning is too high that I have such a crazy tricky idea.

　　Saul stepped back, planning to put mustard and ketchup on Griezmann's face.

Ha ha.

　　 invited Ye Yifeng to join. Ye Yifeng had just taken a bath and didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he shook his head and refused.

　　 The two of them had a great time playing, squeezing a smile and gently smearing the ketchup and mustard on Griezmann's face.

　　 After finishing painting, he proudly took a picture of Griezmann's painted face with his mobile phone.

　　 turned around, their smiles froze.

　　 Ye Yifeng is sitting on another bed and using his mobile phone to record video.

"Hey!"

　　Saul is anxious.

　　 Ye Yifeng calmly put away the phone, and said: "Don't want to rest on my head, I have evidence."

　　 Ahee!

　　 Griezmann was probably stimulated by the smell of mustard. After sneezing a few times, he opened his eyes, then rubbed his eyes. This time he got ketchup in his eyes!

　　噗通!

　　 screamed and fell to the ground!

　　 "I can't see it! Ye Yifeng! What did you do to me?"

　　 Ye Yifeng had to step on his **** and said: "Don't look up, be careful to hit the cabinet, listen to my instructions, and don't move on your stomach."

　　He took a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table that he drank half of the time he woke up and handed it to him, and said, "wash your eyes and do a little bit less action. Don't make your eyes with mustard anymore."

　　Saul and Cork were cautiously moving back out of the room without making any movement.

　　 "Mustard?! You are too much!"

　　 "When you can stand up and talk to me, discuss who is too much."

　　 Waiting for Griezmann to clean up the seasoning on his face, Ye Yifeng took out the phone video to prove his innocence.

　　 Griezmann looked at Ye Yifeng suspiciously after reading it, and asked, "Why didn't you stop them?"

　　 Ye Yifeng naturally replied: "Because I want to watch the excitement."

"you!"

"Look, why are you aiming at me? If I didn't take this video, would you not believe what I said? Sunny, if it weren't for me to block them, you must be in bed now The corner was holding the quilt and screaming."

　　 "Scream? Why?"

　　 "You try to squeeze some mustard into the chrysanthemum, see if it makes you crazy and makes you scream."

　　 Griezmann swallowed, feeling lingering.

　　 Those two **** are so cruel?

　　 When going to the restaurant for dinner, Griezmann bluntly attacked directly behind his back, squeezing a bag of salad dressing from behind Saul and Cork into their collars.

　　Saul and Cork turned their heads almost at the same time, and the last bit was squeezed into their faces.

　　 The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look directly at it.

　　The other teammates and coaches couldn't help but laugh, and many people's smiles were obviously wretched.

　　 Griezmann was very happy.

　　Saul and Cork are mad but they dare not speak.

　　 It's a big trouble, they must suffer.

　　 Ye Yifeng watched very enjoyable.

Ah.

　　I often meet a tiger on the mountain trail.

　　 Being a man is too bad to get into the soil early!

　　 deserve it!

　　 Packed up his things, put on the backpack and went downstairs to check out.

　　 Ye Yifeng is holding the championship trophy in the hotel lobby, thinking that when he leaves the hotel for a while, he must hold the trophy handsomely with one hand, and his smile must match the beautiful weather today.

　　 But when he saw Carrasco playing with the championship medal, he frowned.

　　 Medal?

　　 Yeah, where's my medal?

　　 He turned to ask Griezmann.

　　 "Did you see my medal in the room?"

　　 Griezmann took out his medal from his pocket and hung it on his neck, shook his head and said, "I am here. I didn't see you. Don't try to steal me."

　　 Ye Yifeng is sure that there is no medal in his bag, and he remembers that the medal was still on his neck when he boarded the plane in Milan last night!

　　 Waking up this time, the medal is gone?

　　 Fuck!

　　 What a big deal!

　　 La Liga does not give awards, lost the Champions League medal?

　　 Is it for nothing?

　　 He stood up and hugged the championship trophy and quickly asked about his teammates.

　　 Have you seen my championship medal?

　　 looks exactly like the one in your hands and the one hanging around your neck!

　　 Ye Yifeng was sweating in a hurry, and when he turned around, assistant Boggs held a medal in front of Ye Yifeng, and whispered, "Here, no need to look for it."

　　Hu!

　　 Ye Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "Thank you, you found it. I thought it was stolen."

　　 Boggs shrugged and said: "I picked it up, but it wasn't stolen, you threw it away."

　　 Ye Yifeng just hung the medal around his neck, he was taken aback, and then smiled: "This joke is not funny at all. How could I throw it away?"

　　 I am not Mourinho, besides, this is a championship medal, why should I throw the medal?

　　 Boggs sighed softly: "On the plane yesterday, you took the medal off and threw it away shortly after you fell asleep. I guess it's because you feel uncomfortable in your neck."

　　 Ye Yifeng's face was sweaty.

　　 Fortunately they are chartered flights, and fortunately someone saw it and picked it up.

　　 Otherwise, this wave of blood loss!

　　 The check-out procedures are completed and the team leaves the hotel.

　　Ye Yifeng saw fans gathering outside before leaving the hotel, and the whole street was overcrowded.

　　 When Ye Yifeng walked out of the hotel with a big ear cup high in one hand and smiled, God wanted to fight him. The light reflected from the trophy suddenly made him a little blinded!

　　 closed his eyes hard and turned his head to the other side instinctively.

He stopped and rubbed his eyes. Griezmann took the trophy from his hand. When Ye Yifeng recovered his eyesight and looked for his trophy, he saw Griezmann put on his sunglasses and raised the trophy high. lift!

　　 The surrounding crowd suddenly raised their hands and cheered.

　　 Fuck!

　　 grab the show!

　　 so professional!

　　 Why the **** don’t you go to Barcelona?

　　 It wasn't until before boarding the bus that Ye Yifeng took the Big Ear Cup from his teammates and was picked up in turn. He looked back at the fans and raised the trophy again with a smile.

The cheers from 　　 are even more deafening!

　　 Ye Yifeng was immediately satisfied.

　　Get in the car and go home.

　　 When he stepped into the house, Tang Mo rushed over happily, a swoop hugged him, and Ye Yifeng was almost knocked out of the house.

　　 Fortunately, my waist is so good that I can stand up!

　　 Ye Jianhua and Tang Wenbin have not gotten up yet.

　　 Liu Qiaohong reluctantly said to Ye Yifeng: "Your father and your Uncle Tang came back last night and drank a little bit. They didn't sleep until morning."

　　 Ye Yifeng doesn't really understand what is good about drinking.

　　 But I think these two old men are happy to be greedy for a cup.

　　 The prospective mother-in-law Luo Qing was busy in the kitchen, and Liu Qiaohong also went to help. Tang Mo took Ye Yifeng and sat down on the sofa, then she knelt down and took out her mobile phone, giving a vivid report to Ye Yifeng.

　　 Spanish media, media from other European countries, UEFA, Asian media, Chinese media ~www.readwn.com~AFC and other media or official comments on the UEFA Champions League final, what is important is how to evaluate Ye Yifeng's performance.

　　 Both shots and one pass were both cupped.

　　 It's okay not to mention Ye Yifeng. If you want to talk about Ye Yifeng's performance, you can only summarize it in one word: praise!

　　 or it's just cursing!

　　 The evaluation of the European media is more sensible than the AFC and Chinese media. For example, it is okay to raise Ye Yifeng to a height that can challenge Ronaldo and Messi.

　　 After all, a Champions League championship is really not enough to be equal to those two superstars, whether they are league champions, goalscorers, and the number of Champions League champions.

　　 But the AFC and the Chinese media are about to blow Ye Yifeng into a superman.

　　 Ye Yifeng was dizzy after listening, turned his head to look at Tang Mo, and asked, "It sounds like I have become the master of the world?"

　　 Tang Mo's eyes flashed like stars and nodded quickly.

　　 Ye Yifeng blinked and said, "Knead my shoulders."

　　 Tang Mo quickly posted and rubbed his shoulders.

　　 "Take me a leg."

　　 She bent down again to beat Ye Yifeng in the leg.

　　 Ye Yifeng tilted his head and said, "Come up and move by yourself."

　　 Tang Mo suddenly turned red, looked back at the kitchen, and when he turned back, he looked charming and softly said: "Go back to the room."

　　 Ye Yifeng exhaled.

　　 The feeling of winning.

Cool!