Avril looked at Ace holding a big handful of roses downstairs. She had seen it from the glass window upstairs, but she had to say reservedly, dressed up and said hello to her colleagues around her and went downstairs.

Avril didn't care that there were a group of reporters around him, jumped into Ace's arms and hugged him and kissed him. He took the big handful of roses from Ace's hand and went to the parking lot.

The reporters along the way kept flashing, and they knew that the two of them were driving Avril's sports car and left the company downstairs. Of course, the smart reporter had already contacted the peers waiting in the stadium. Although it was rush hour now, who was driving a sports car? He drove directly to the outer city expressway, and he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

"Hehe, how about it, are you satisfied?" Ace asked Avril with a smile.

"Take it like this every day from now on." Avril, regardless of whether he is still in the car, lay on Ace and kissed him.

"Hey, hey, hey, get ready, and drive." Ace quickly slowed down.

"No, I want to smell it carefully and see if you have a mess." Avril, the guy, straddled Ace's lap and said with a hug on his neck.

"Stop making trouble, I still dare to go back to the arena." Fortunately, Avril is a petite and sitting in his arms does not block the view in front of him.

"No, you promised me to come and pick me up from get off work every day and ask for roses. I don't care. You have never given it to me before. No, you must give it to me. You have to chase me again." Avril kissed her back and forth along Ace's ear.

"You are such a fairy." Ace paid attention to the time, and directly drove the car to an old factory, and the two of them became close in the car.

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Less than 5 minutes after leaving the game, Phil frowned. It had been 3 hours. Didn’t Kobe just say he was going to pick up people? Even if the traffic jam was blocked, he could come. There would be no accidents.

Ace's little incident has been rumored by the media for a long time. Of course, Phil also knew that Ace probably used to comfort her girlfriend in the past, unlike the media's proposals.

However, the game started soon and hadn't come back yet, so I was afraid of something unexpected. However, the game still had to be played, and the starting lineup had been arranged. Fortunately, it was a home game, so Ace could take advantage of it, saying that it was a bad reason to go to the bathroom.

Just as the player appearance ceremony had begun at the stadium, Ace ran to the player channel with sweat and practiced with the team staff.

"Go and change your clothes first." Phil saw that Ace was fine, so he ordered and stopped caring about him.

"Oh" Ace returned to the locker room with guilt. He was changing his clothes and felt sticky under him. He scolded Avril, who was not distinguishing between occasions and insisted on playing a car. He took a shower and changed into dry clothes and ran to the court. At this time, the first quarter of the game was almost over. He glared at Avril, who was sitting behind him without any trace, and leaned honestly on the chair.

"Bad guy, I see if you still have the energy to play the game." Avril said in a low voice next to Ace.

Alas, there are only exhausted cows, and there are no broken land. Seeing Avril sitting in full spirit, she looked at Ace with a wicked smile.

"I don't know who shouted just now and couldn't stand it anymore. If you didn't shout, would we almost be discovered?" Ace also complained in a low voice.

"Damn it, don't talk nonsense. Then you have to drive and ask me to help you with your mouth. Your soul is fading. I haven't eaten anything tonight, and my belly is full of your stuff." Avril said and pinched Ace's arm.

"You are comfortable, I haven't. Hurry up and buy something to eat. The game is still long. Let's go and eat it tonight." Ace didn't want to get stuck anymore, and Vanessa next to him had already looked at this side.

"Hmph" Avril acted coquettishly and hammered Ace's head. If it were normal, this guy would definitely scream on the bench and the fans attacked him.

Phil had no idea about Ace's lateness, and he had prepared this way before he came to the team. However, he hoped that he could change Ace and let him have a correct professional attitude. Don't waste such a good basketball talent. Although the reality may be cruel, at least it is too early to release his youth on the basketball court within a few years.

Seeing that the first quarter ended soon, Phil asked Ace to start warming up.

Ace was much more honest today, and he was still a little nervous. After all, this was the first time he was late since playing basketball. He used to be on the spot. Of course, he was completely in a state of recuperation during his injury and would never participate in training.

You will hear Phil warming up and starting to stretch his arms and legs on the sidelines. He looks very serious. Other players usually find a big place to warm up from the water dispenser. When he is so good, in order to show his enthusiasm, he stands in front of Phil and warm up there.

Phil was amused and laughed. He really wanted to kick him on the field. I don’t know why. He was always not as serious as the usual deputy coach for Ace’s funny thing, but he still endured it and patted Ace’s leg with the coaching board in his hand.

"Go to warm up while you're going to warm up," Phil glared at Ace and said.

"Ah, okay, okay," Ace said, but his body moved a little, just giving way out of the sight in front of Phil, but this guy was still jumping and starting to warm up.

Phil also understood that this guy was here to show goodwill. It seemed that he knew that being late affected his prestige and came to please him deliberately. Phil watched the game time again, and there was only one minute left. He was too lazy to perform in front of him. He lowered his head and started writing and drawing on the tactical board. He was afraid that he could not help but kick Ace.

"Not bad, I'm working very hard, the score has not been widened." Ace looked like the boss of the team and patted Kobe back to rest.

"I'm looking for death." Kobe slapped the hand that was on his shoulder and glared at Ace fiercely.

Today, Ace didn't know where to smoke. She clapped her hands to show encouragement and handed them towels to the crowd first.

"Well, everyone's playing well just now, but I want to say one thing, it's Kobe, that's right, it's you, don't always follow Iverson to fight one-on-one. Why are you still stubbornly stumbled on the Nuggets? You think he's still at 76ers, and you have unlimited attacks, and you Bynum..." Ace was pretending to be a coach and exchanged his combat experience with everyone on the bench. He was just talking so well that he was slapped on the head by Phil's tactical board.

Phil drove him away like a fly, "Go and go, sit there, go and play for me later."
Chapter completed!