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"Box 55 bids 12,000!"

"Box 42 bids thirteen thousand!"

"Box No. 69 bids fourteen thousand!"

Box 69 is the box where He Tuo is located.

"Mendez, you want to raise the price?"

"You're really not human!"

Mendes smiled.

"Who said I'm going to raise the price?"

"I'm going to collect it too."

The competition is fierce.

After one round, the price has risen to 23,000.

Just when Box 56 thought he could succeed in taking it.

A new opponent joins the battlefield.

"Box 68, bid 24,000!"

There was a lot of discussion in the surrounding boxes.

Aoxie almost fainted when he heard this.

Box 68 is not the box of the princess of Monaco!

Box 56 is still not giving up and continues to fight.

But no matter how rich he is, compared with the princess of Monaco, it is too much.

In the end, the auction girl happily hammered the price.

"Congratulations to Box 68 for successfully winning Ho's rookie jersey for 29,000 pounds!"

Mendes naturally knew who box 68 was.

I didn't guess wrong.

Just as he was hesitating to take He Tuo to say hello.

There was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

Crisp and concise.

Mendez immediately opened the door.

Sure enough, it was Casirachi.

Generous and generous, with a superb temperament.

With a smile, the charm spreads.

Mendes, who had read countless women, was slightly stunned.

"May I ask if this is He's box?"

"Yes, yes, please inside!"

Mendes hurriedly invited Casiraki to take a seat.

When Casiraki saw He Tuo, he immediately stepped forward to make a face-hutting salute.

Mendez lined up behind him and wanted to salute his face as well.

But Casiraki reached out to him.

As soon as it was touched, it immediately retracted.

Mendez: Damn, why!

Labor and management should also stick to their faces!

Sticking !!

Casiraqi sat down very close to Ho Tuo.

He Tuo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Shouldn't this princess be very reserved?

"Princess, what are you?"

Casiraki waved his hand.

The entourage behind him immediately went backstage to get He Tuo's jersey.

"Can I trouble you?"

"Sign for me?"

Look at the gold pen encrusted with diamonds.

He Tuo readily agreed.

Don't talk about autographing, let him do anything.

After signing his name, He Tuo returned the pen to Karasic.

After Karasic took the pen, he printed his lip print on the back of the gold pen.

Then he handed it back to He Tuo.

"This pen is for you."

"Don't forget to collect it."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, come to Monaco with a pen to find me."

"I'll help you out."

Karasic laughed and got up to leave.

Before leaving, in the envious and burning gaze of Aoxie.

In Mendes' jealous and resentful eyes.

Karasic once again gave He Tuo a face-kissing gift.

"Ho."

"I'll take the time to watch you play, come on!"

He Tuo tearfully waved goodbye to the princess.

Mendes froze.

"Where did you get these tears?"

He Tuo took out the eye drops in his pocket.

"Do you want it?"

Mendez rolled his eyes.

He quickly grabbed the rearmost attendant and wanted to ask what was going on.

It's still a bit strange.

"Your princess, why did you come here?"

The attendant sneered.

"Of course."

"Otherwise, the hell weather in England."

"Our princess doesn't want to come here."

"The princess paid attention to He Qingxun when he was training."

"I often watch Ho play."

"She loves sports, especially football lately."

"I guess it's for some reason."

The attendant raised his eyebrows, full of meaning.

Mendez thanked his entourage with a bill.

After turning around, he looked at He Tuo's eyes lit up.

"Baby, this is a baby!"

Being noticed by the Monaco royal family is of great help to expand the popularity of He Tuo.

That night, Mendes uploaded the video he secretly shot to social platforms.

It is the video of He Tuo and Karasic parting with their faces.

There is also Aoxie's face full of resentment as a foil.

The fan version in the comment area is both envious and jealous.

"Aoxie's expression is going to laugh at me, and the limelight has been robbed by He."

"Why can He Tuo stick to the princess, I want it too!"

"I heard that the princess spent 29,000 pounds to buy Ho's jersey, a big deal!"

"What a big deal, the upstairs is too low, that is, the princess's breakfast money."

After returning to the club, his teammates made fun of it.

Pre-match training for the third round of the Premier League.

As soon as He Tuo stepped into the training ground, he noticed that something was wrong.

Everyone's eyes are focused on themselves.

Drogba rushed over and hugged He Tuo.

"Ho!"

"That pen, give me a touch, give me a touch!"

Makelele pressed his face to He Tuo's.

"Indirect to the face, indirect to the face!"

He Tuo was surrounded by a group of strong men in the middle.

Men on men.