"Fake!"

"Are you sick?"

"Ah! It's broken! It's definitely broken!"

"Bastard, are you crazy? You bastard, you crazy! Aowu, aowu, aowu~"

Little Luo finally sat on the ground, raised his head and pinched his nose, then took out his cell phone, and called the first aid number 118...

"You're crazy!"

"You bastard, why are you throwing your underwear on the sofa in my room?" Robben spoke almost roaring.

"Fake!"

"Do you know that you made my girlfriend misunderstand it?"

"I really want to kill you!"

"What?"

"I haven't. I've never done such a thing before. Why should I go into your room?" Xiao Xiao Luo narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in pain, looking confused.

"I swear to God that I have never done this."

"Who else can you do? You still don't admit it. You disappoint me too." Robben didn't believe Ronaldo's words, and dared not act like that.

"I really didn't do it. If it were me, I would admit it. Oh, God, look at what you did! So much blood." Little Luo looked at his hand again, and the blood was flowing enough.

"I'll pass by your room!"

...

Soon, the ambulance did not come first, but the paparazzi came.

Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, take pictures of them wildly.

"Arger, what happened?"

A reporter from "Milan Sports" saw Ronaldo's nose, Robben's fists and blood on the ground, and immediately asked.

"You two have a fight?"

“Cristiano,”

"Did Alger hit you?"

Isn’t this all nonsense? What else can be done about this scene?

Three reporters quickly pressed the camera's shutter with one hand and held the recorder with the other.

However, Robben and Ronaldo did not say anything.

Soon, the ambulance also arrived at the scene. Xiao Xiao Luo took the initiative to get on the car and then lay on the stretcher.

"Take me to the hospital,"

"I may have a broken nose."

"Arje, what's going on?"

"Arger?"

...
Chapter completed!