Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 149 Son, Dad is Late
"I have some emoticons here for successful people like us. If you ask me, I will give it to you."

Song Qi opened his photo album and showed it to Xu Zexi.

Xu Zexi had never begged anyone in his life. He thought that Song Qi was overreaching, and was about to scold him when he suddenly saw a picture of hot eyes in his album.

He snatched Song Qi's phone and flipped through the photo album.

As a result, I saw the photo taken by Gao Li that night, Song Qi who was drunk and unconscious was pawing on him, hands and feet up, like a koala.

Xu Zexi's expression became subtle. Song Qi snatched his phone and rolled his eyes at him: "I said I want you to beg me, but you haven't begged yet..."

Staring dumbfounded at the picture on the phone, Song Qi covered his face without seeing it.

Gao Li's photography skills are really good, the lighting, angles, everything is very accurate.

So this picture with a particularly artistic conception was created, and Song Qi hurriedly clicked to delete it, which seemed to be trying to cover up.

Xu Zexi coughed, with a bitter expression on his face: "When did Gao Li start liking these things, and he always stares at the two of us, really..."

Song Qi was also bitter in his heart, as long as his girlfriend has special hobbies, and the YY object is still his and her suitors, what a deal.

He put away his phone, and didn't mention anything about the emoji, and the wordless embarrassment spread between the two of them.

The two chose to watch the game tacitly, and no longer mentioned that fucking photo.

Not far from the two of them, there was a middle-aged man with a straight face and a serious expression sitting on his seat. People who didn't know thought he was here for a meeting.

Looking at the audience, most of them are young people, and there are very few old people like this.

The girl next to him sized up the man's half-pay, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Uncle, are you also here to watch the game?"

The man turned his head when he heard the words, and nodded to her, still unsmiling.

The girl gave him a friendly smile, and took out a hand banner from under the stool and handed it to him.

"This is Wang Liang, the captain of SR. Everyone prefers to call him Yao."

The girl pointed to the silhouette on the banner, and she couldn't help but smile excitedly when talking about her idol: "He is amazing, he has never lost a game, and has always won the championship."

The man touched the edge of the silhouette on the banner, and echoed thoughtfully in a lowered voice: "Really?"

"That's right!" The girl who gave others Amway her idol and never found it cumbersome started talking excitedly from Xia Lang's first competition.

The man listened quietly, without any impatience.

The girl spoke dryly, picked up the cup and took a sip of hot water, turned her head inadvertently, and saw the man wiping tears.

With a cry of surprise, the girl took out a tissue from her bag and handed it over, and asked cautiously, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

The man took the tissue, wiped away his tears, smiled at the corner of his mouth, clenched his hands tightly, and said, "He is so promising, his parents will definitely be happy and proud of him."

The girl didn't hear the emotion in his words, she was only happy that her idol could be liked by adults of his age.

"Yes, Yao worked very hard. I heard from former old fans that he left home to train abroad when he was a teenager. He only had a chance to play as a substitute for a year. He is one of the few Asian faces who stand out in major competitions. "

The man didn't speak, but looked up at the boy on the stage who turned his head to communicate with his teammates, and sighed regretfully in his heart.

Son, Dad is late.

(End of this chapter)