When Chu Zhongtian knocked on Mathilde's door, he also brought up a beer. Without waiting for Mathilde to greet him, he walked straight into the door and placed the wine on the dining table.

"I thought about it, it's better to have dinner with you. Have you made dinner, Delphin?"

"Ah...uh, doing it..." Mathilde rarely saw Chu Zhongtian so tough and uncontroversial, and she was a little at a loss. She even felt a little scared. Chu Zhongtian she knew before was the cute big boy who smiled, was polite, and always thought about others.

"Do you want me to help?" Chu Zhongtian walked into the kitchen.

Mathilde hurriedly ran over and said to Chu Zhongtian: "No, no, it will be fine soon, nothing..."

It was said that it would be fine soon, but in fact it took some effort, because Mathilde had not prepared a dinner for two before. In addition, Chu came, so it was too easy to make it. It took half an hour to get all the dinners ready, and the two of them sat opposite each other on the dining table.

Chu Zhongtian opened a beer for himself, and Mathilde said: "Professional athletes should not drink."

"It doesn't matter if you drink occasionally." Chu Zhongtian gave himself a big mouthful after saying that.

Mathilde continued to stare at him. Chu Zhongtian today is different from Chu Zhongtian in the past. The Chu Zhongtian she remembers was either that friendly big boy or a big star with high spirits on the court. It seemed that there was no time in this world that could make him frown and disturb him.

But today he is obviously different.

"Is there anything that bothering you, Chu?"

"No." Chu took another big sip of wine, then placed the empty can aside, and then opened the can.

"You are lying, Chu."

"Hi, there's really nothing. What can I have to bother? How successful I am, playing well and making a lot of money. In addition to football, I also have my own industry, which is spread all over the United States and Europe... And the most important thing is that I have a Hollywood movie star girlfriend. This is what many people dream of? You said, I am so happy, what else can bother me?" Chu Zhongtian raised his neck and half heard the beer.

Since becoming a professional player, he has rarely drunk alcohol, but that doesn't mean he can't drink it. The amount of alcohol he has developed in the Wimbledon bar is still there. Listening to beer in one breath is stressless for him, and it's easier than drinking water.

"Emily... how is she?" Mathilde asked tentatively, wondering if her inner premonition was correct.

"She? Haha, she's very good, very good." Chu Zhongtian put the empty jar aside and took it back and heard it.

"You can't drink..." Mathilde felt a bit scary when Chu Zhongtian drank like this, so she reached out to stop her. However, Chu Zhongtian grabbed her hand.

She was startled and shrank her hands for a moment, but she did not shrank out of Chu Zhongtian's control.

Chu Zhongtian had no strange expression on his face, as if it was a very common thing to grab a woman's hand like this.

"It's okay, Delphin. I'll tell you, drinking is like drinking water, it's no big deal. Don't worry." After that, he took Mathilde's hand and slowly put it back.

Mathilde looked at Chu Zhongtian helplessly. His intuition told him that he could make him like this, and it seemed that he could only be trapped by love. But what conflict does he have with Emily deserve to be like this?

Mathilde couldn't think of it. Chu Zhongtian and Emily were very, very affectionate, which is well-known in the entertainment and sports circles. Although the two have not been together for a long time, no one has had any scandals. Apart from work and necessary social engagements, Emily does not like to attend dance parties of celebrities. In addition to training and competitions, Chu Zhongtian's private life is also very simple. It can even be said that she is home, just going home to surf the Internet, playing games, watching DVDs and American TV series.

What conflicts can such a model couple have?

Could it be...Mathilde thought that Chu Zhongtian had not met Emily for half a year, and this was the longest time they had been separated. Could it be that this is the reason?

She has never been in a relationship, but she also knows that couples in love are eager to stick together every day, how can they endure such a long separation?

It was said that it was a meal, but in fact, Chu Zhongtian didn't even eat a bite of food, and kept drinking, and then he asked Mathilde to talk about anything. He talked about whatever he thought of, and the topic jumped very quickly, and at the same time it was illogical.

It's usually like this - "What are you busy with these two days?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"Ah, I'm not busy with anything, I'm just making backups for the media reporters who often interview you..." Mathilde quickly replied.

Chu Zhongtian did not listen to her answer, but interrupted, "How do you think of Sinsheim? Are you used to living in a small city?"

"Okay, okay... I live in a small city very comfortable..."

"Well, you can actually take your mom over, really..."

Mathilde: “…”

Just as Chu Zhongtian drank half of the wine, he suddenly stopped drinking and stopped talking nonsense, but stopped staring at Mathilde.

"I, uh...Is there anything on my face?" Mathilde was a little embarrassed by Chu Zhongtian staring at him.

"Where did your glasses go?" Chu Zhongtian asked. "The last time we met in the restaurant, you didn't wear them. I think you're missing something. It turned out to be glasses. Where did your black-frame glasses go?"

"I wear contact lenses..." Mathilde said, touching her face. She always felt that it was ugly to wear those rustic glasses, and was afraid of leaving any bad impression on Chu Zhongtian who met again.

"Oh!" Chu Zhongtian nodded vigorously, and then muttered: "Actually, wearing glasses is pretty good..."

"Didn't you say it was quite rustic?"

"Is that so? Did I say it?" Chu Zhongtian looked confused.

"Of course, that Christmas that year, you invited me to your Christmas dinner, and then told me on the phone that I wanted me to dress up not so rustic!" Mathilde pointed at Chu Zhongtian and said.

"Ha... hiccup!" Chu Zhongtian hiccupped. "Have I actually said that? I don't remember it anymore. It happened a long time ago, right?"

"Yes, it's been a long time, a long time ago..." Mathilde fell into silence, and her thoughts suddenly returned to that night, and she and Chu Zhongtian were walking on the tree-lined avenue by the Moselle River at night.

She was drunk at that time, and Chu accompanied her.

The wind blew, and she felt cold, so she leaned on the railing by the river and hugged her arms. The cold wind blew his hair and clothes, and she shrank coldly. At this moment, the big boy next to her who had been listening quietly suddenly stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.

This was the first time in twenty-two years that someone had hugged her like this except her mother. She felt very warm, comfortable, and safe. She couldn't help but feel like she was entrusting everything to this person, not caring about anything and letting him hug her.

The first time she felt that this man was different, it started with the hug that night.

Mathilde fell into silence, and Chu Zhongtian tilted his head and looked at the apartment that Mathilde rented. He noticed a red scarf on one of the doors. He narrowed his eyes and exclaimed.

Mathilde was woken up by him, and when he saw him turning his head to look at the door, he looked over. There were many things at the door, and she didn't know what Chu Zhongtian was looking at.

Chu Zhongtian stood up with a beer can, then walked over staggeringly. He picked up the red scarf and looked carefully.

When Mathilde saw him looking at the scarf, his heartbeat quickly-he finally found out!

When the two met again, she wore this scarf. Unfortunately, Chu Zhongtian did not mention the scarf in the whole process, which made her a little disappointed. Unexpectedly, when he was drunk, he recognized it... Is he really drunk?

Chu Zhongtian stared at the scarf in his hand for a long time, then raised his head and stared at Mathilde sitting at the dining table.

"This...isn't this what I gave you? A Christmas gift? Yes?"

Mathilde nodded: "Yes, your gift."

"No, I didn't expect you to still wear it..."

"This is one of my most important things," Mathilde replied.

"Well..." Chu Zhongtian stared at the scarf for a while, then suddenly tilted his neck and drank the beer in the can. Then he walked back to the dining table and continued to pick up a can and pried open the pull ring.

※※※When Chu Zhongtian drank all the beer he brought, he became drunk.

Twenty-four cans of beer are almost two-bite a can. But according to his alcohol content, such a little wine should not make him drunk.

The truth is that he was indeed drunk and his mind was in chaos. He realized that he should leave, but he couldn't move.

"I..." He held the table and tried to stand up, but after trying it a few times, he couldn't exert force. "...I have to go home... hiccup!"

"Can you drive like this?" Mathilde quickly stood up and helped Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian leaned against her body, pressing her elbow against her soft breasts, and he felt very comfortable. "It's okay... I can open..."

"You should just rest with me for one night. I have a guest room..." In order to take my mother to Germany for a while, Mathilde specially rented a two-bedroom and one living room, one room was like, and one room was left as a guest room.

Mathilde stopped Chu Zhongtian from the front, but Chu Zhongtian insisted on going out, but he bumped into him and hugged him.

There were two soft things on the chest, the faint fragrance drifted beside his nose, and the heavy breathing sound of Mathilde trying to keep himself from falling, and the moans mixed with Chu Zhongtian's grinding to the sensitive area. Chu Zhongtian only felt a buzzing sound in his mind, something exploded. His mouth followed the fragrance...※※The next day when Chu Zhongtian woke up, he felt that not only his head, but also his limbs were hurt. He thought it was quite strange. He remembered that he drank a lot of wine yesterday. It was logical that he was hangover

If it was just a headache, it wouldn't be a pain in his body... He decided to figure out where he was first. His memory came to an abrupt end until he was drunk and planned to go home. It was obvious that he was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The ceiling was not what his home looked like. It seemed that he had not left yesterday, but was kept by Mathilde and slept in the guest room... He smelled a scent, which confirmed his guess that there would always be fragrance in women's rooms, and I don't know if it was the smell of perfume or their own body fragrance.

What about their own body fragrance?

Chu Zhongtian suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned his head and a woman's face came into his eyes... His heart paused at that moment.

Although he had just woken up and was a little sleepy, he still clearly recognized that the face belonged to Mathilde, Delphin Mathilde Mia, his former French teacher and current personal assistant... Chu Zhongtian still had a trace of luck in his heart. Mathilde was dressed neatly, lying beside him in his clothes, taking care of himself... He gently lifted the quilt covering Mathilde's chest, took a look at it, and quickly put it down and closed his eyes.

He saw two bright and white peaks, and despite the short time, he even saw the deep forest below Mathilde... His personal assistant was naked who was next to him, and what about himself?

Chu Zhongtian lifted the quilt, without any suspense, he was naked.

Did I get my personal assistant?

Chu Zhongtian's mind was blank.

The people around him snorted, which scared Chu Zhongtian half to death. If Mathilde woke up, how would he face her? He didn't know how to explain this matter... "I drank too much yesterday, so I don't know what I've done"?

Or say, "Please forget the romantic night and just pretend that it didn't exist that night"?

"I...I will be responsible..."

How to be responsible? Break up with Emily and date Mathilde? Although he had a fight with Emily, he was about to break up before he could break up... He hugged his head with both hands and grabbed his hair.

The impact of the hangover made Chu Zhongtian feel a splitting headache now.

But at the same time it also made him wake up.

He knew it would be better to leave now. As for how to face Mathilde, he should think slowly after leaving. He would try to avoid her these days.

So, Chu Zhongtian gently lifted the quilt and then got off the bed. As soon as he hit the ground, he felt like he was stepping on something. When he lowered his head, he was a pair of underwear. It looked at the style and size. It was obviously not his, but Mathilde's... The pink underwear and the strawberry pattern were also hers. Is she a 14-year-old girl?

Chu Zhongtian didn't care about thinking about this problem. His underwear was next to Mathilde's underwear. He quickly picked it up and put it on. As soon as he put on his underwear, he just looked up and saw the bra hanging on the lampshade on the bedside. It was still pink and had strawberry patterns. It seemed that she liked this style that only little girls liked. Could it be that she did not receive enough care and love in the same year, so she only came to make up for it when she grew up?

Chu Zhongtian avoided his bra and found his jeans at the bedroom door, but was thrown onto the bedroom door. He really didn't know what he had done.

He picked up his pants and walked out of the bedroom on tiptoes. He saw one of his own socks... He picked up the socks and put them on, and then went to find another sock. As a result, he found it in the toilet in the toilet, which was already wet. Chu Zhongtian pinched his nose and picked it up. It seemed that he could not wear it anymore, so he had to throw it into the trash can. He simply took off the one on his feet and threw it in, walking around the cold floor barefoot.

In the bathtub in the toilet, he saw Mathilde's shirt, but fortunately he was not wet.

He picked it up and folded it and put it in the laundry basket.
To be continued...