Without pop-ups, Wanming Piao Astronomy Master League called Ace in Los Angeles, and happened to Ace on 4 days off, so this guy once again was out of the internal practice game and ran to Hawaii alone.

Lying on the bed with all my heart and enjoying the breeze, but this guy had woken up long ago, but he just didn't want to get up. Sharapova was going to participate in the competition at this time. It was already midnight when Ace arrived in Hawaii, so this guy has been sleeping until now after booking the hotel, and in name it is still a jet lag.

The jet difference between Los Angeles and Hawaii is only two hours, and I don’t know where this guy is. The warm wind blew, Ace didn’t want to move, and didn’t think about anything in his mind, and slowly fell asleep again.

"What, this guy went to Hawaii for vacation?" Kobe said in disbelief, standing at Kobe's doorstep.

"Yes, after your competition yesterday, he took a plane to leave at night and said he would go out with his friends. I thought he had gone out with you." Avril shrugged and said.

"Don't this guy knows to train? If not, I'll call him." Kobe said, waved to Avril and went to the sports car in the yard and left while calling.

"Bastard, damn it turned off." Kobe angrily threw his phone into the co-pilot's passenger as soon as he drove out of the yard and threw his phone into the co-pilot, driving to the team like a resentful woman.

At the same time, Phil also received a call from his assistant. Ace has had several commercial activities these days so he cannot participate in training. Phil is helpless. Players like them cannot fully devote themselves to training during vacations, and there are still various activities to participate in. However, Kobe is still relatively diligent. Except for commercial activities that he really can't defeat, they will participate on time. But I don't know what expression it would be if Phil got the news that Ace was going to Hawaii for a vacation.

Fortunately, Ace's agent is from his own family, not Anne or his woman, everything revolves around Ace to develop those commercial activities. In fact, when Ace's grandfather saw the so-called commercial activities, he was very opposed to participating in them. However, this only grandson was really not good at saying anything, for fear that the relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren would be in a stalemate, so he let him make trouble.

After Annie arranged all the excuses for Ace, she continued to process the processing documents from Ace's management team in the office. She didn't want to care about where Ace went to play, nor could she control her.

Ace, who was awakened by a knock on the door, rubbed her sleepy eyes and subconsciously wrapped her quilt again. Only then did she remember that she was already in Hawaii, yawning and decadent, domineering and graceful, sighing and feeling a little sad, taking the retro route. After opening the door, she saw Sharapova, "Hey, the game is over?" Ace asked strangely.

"No, it's just a ranking issue. I was at three o'clock this afternoon." Sharapova pushed open the door and entered the room.

"Why are you still sleeping like a pig," Sharapova said, jumping onto the sand and stretching her body.

"What a great weather this time. Look at me, I always play games in winter. How good are you, the whole world is flying around." Ace rubbed his head and turned to the bathroom to wash.

After Ace finished packing, she went to the restaurant below with Sharapova for dinner. Fortunately, the service here is very good, and there were no idle people waiting to come in. If she was photographed by Ace, she was in Hawaii, I don’t know how to arrange it.

When Ace was wearing beach shorts, big straw hat, and black sunglasses, she walked to her face first and slowly walked towards the field. If she was not an acquaintance, she wouldn't recognize him as Ace, a basketball star. Besides, during the NBA, no one would have thought that Ace would appear in Hawaii.

To be honest, Ace was there in the afternoon, and even the people next to him didn't recognize it as Ace. Not to mention that this is a star who may not pay attention to other sports in the tennis court, but Ace is not just a basketball player. This guy is the hottest idol in the United States. He has never seen him and should have heard of him, so Ace's disguise is really successful.

Listening to Sharapova's sexual roar after every shot, it was hard for Ace to imagine what would happen if Sharapova had the same voice in bed. If that were to be the case, it would have really cost Ace's life.

In fact, Ace really doesn't understand the rules of tennis matches very much. She can only say that she understands it ordinary. It's like a mountain. Ace always feels that the two people off the court are back and forth, without the passion of basketball, one dunks in the air, the other is elegant and extraordinary layups, etc. If everyone on the women's network was not wearing a hot short skirt and the low-cut clothes, he wouldn't have watched it.

After all, Sharapova is also a seed player, and the opponent arranged is relatively weak. He is very simple. The 4:o is the ultimate opponent. However, after the victory, Sharapova actually ran to his stands and blew a kiss. The others were nothing, but Ace looked at the camera and aimed at him. He was so scared that he quickly pressed the brim of his hat. He couldn't guarantee that these guys' professionalism is not as good as those directors on the basketball court. If they aim to find it, tomorrow's news will be written again.

Of course, Sharapova saw Ace's movements, and she stuck out her tongue playfully, then ran to the audience station on the other side to do the celebration.

"If a cameraman photographed me here, the airport hall must not be blocked when I return to Los Angeles," Ace said in anger, holding Sharapova in his arms and thumping it on his butt.

"Hehe, I forgot." Sharapova arched into Ace's arms again. She was wearing a bikini and Ace were sweetly sticking to her private beach in a villa she rented.

"I really want to know if the shouting you just now is the same in some environments," Ace asked in a daze.

"Well, it sounds ugly?" Sharapova said embarrassedly.

"No, it's so touching on the court, but if it's the case, you know," Ace said with an eyebrow raising.

"Tsk, you haven't tried it yet, how could I know that I was like this at that time?" Sharapova said and twisted Ace's arm.

"Why would you try it tonight?"

"No, you bad guy, I have another game tomorrow. Do you want me to get out of bed?" Sharapova turned around and straddled Ace.

"Hey, hey, we haven't tried it. Where did you know that I'm very strong?" Ace leaned comfortably on the cushion behind, straightened his waist, and looked at Sharapova with a funny look.

"Do you think I'm a little girl? It's my first time, can you not know that it hurts the first time? And do you mind that I'm a virgin~" Sharapova said angrily while pinching Ace's nose.

"Of course I won't mind. You have to know that I'm not a pure American. I have the blood of an Easterner." Ace was too happy, so he could not hate it. But this is normal. If a girl in the United States is still virgin after the age of 16, she will be despised by her friends. Of course, if she is in some island countries, her thoughts are even more unbearable. A girl who has not experienced the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 16 thinks there is something wrong with it. No one wants it. If some men's wife is still virgin when they get married, they think she is suffering. I won't say more about this, and turn back to the topic.

"Hmph, I'll give it to you after the game, so now you can bear it slowly." When Sharapova was excited, her lower body began to rub against Ace back and forth, challenging Ace's nerves.

"Good" Ace helplessly slapped Sharapova on the butt again, closed her eyes and lay directly on the beach.

"What's wrong? Is it because I was not serving well?" Sharapova wrapped around Ace like an octopus, kissing Ace's earlobe, and said softly.

"I think you don't want to play tomorrow." Ace stared at her eyes and growled, and her lower body was already shivering, and she was obviously hotter by Sharapova.

"No, I know that my favorite Ace won't bully me like this, right?" Sharapova kept squirming on Ace's body mischievously. The lubricant on the two of them became the best adjustment product. Sharapova had unbuttoned her chest strap and moved back and forth on Ace's chest.

"Little~lang~hoe~zi, let's see how I deal with you." Ace turned around and pressed Sharapova under her, her bloodshot eyes made Ace unable to help it.

"No, I'll have a game tomorrow." Although Sharapova said this, her legs were already wrapped around Ace, and she kept grinding back and forth.

"It's nothing to lose one game," Ace said and kissed Sharapova's lips, and his hands directly removed the last cover on her body.

"Well, hiss, no, we are eliminated," Sharapova said as she started to untie Ace's belt.

"Then you are still like this," Ace said with a breath of relief and difficulty.

"I can't help it." Sharapova stuck out her tongue after speaking, looking at Ace with a blushing face.

"Hmph" Ace slapped her ass again, sat up, grabbed a large glass of ice water next to her and poured it down, glared at Sharapova and rushed into the sea.

"Hmph, bad guy, is the importance of competition or life? I've taught me a lesson before, but now I'm running away." Sharapova muttered to herself with a red face. She was about to put on her shorts, but saw that the "violent guy" had been torn off by Ace and muttered, finding a bath towel and putting it on her legs, pulling it over the pads, lying there comfortably in the sun.

If the paparazzi just photographed it, even if they didn't have the newspaper and negotiated with the two, they would get a considerable dollar. Of course, it would be unclear whether they had the chance to spend it.
Chapter completed!