Chapter 134 Celebration

Chen Yingxiong, along with Denisov, Arshavin, Anyukov, Kerzhakov, and Domingues, the members of the eating, drinking, and playing group, did not return to the hotel with the team after the game. Instead, they changed their clothes and slipped out through another door.

They had another appointment.

Outside, they met Skrtel.

Anyukov went up and punched Skrtel in the stomach. Skrtel dodged by bending over, but pretended to be in great pain.

"Ah, you hurt me!"

"Go to hell, I didn't even touch you!"

Kerzhakov kicked Skrtel's upturned ass.

The group burst out laughing.

Friends hadn't seen each other for a long time, but the feeling was still familiar.

After laughing, Skrtel first looked at Chen Yingxiong.

He gave Chen Yingxiong a thumbs up: "Good job!"

Chen Yingxiong wasn't humble at all: "That's right! Look who I am, I'm Chen Yingxiong! Haha! Hat trick, as promised!"

Skrtel patted Chen Yingxiong on the shoulder hard: "It's a pity you went to Naples. If we meet in the future, we'll be opponents..."

"Don't worry," Chen Yingxiong nodded. "I won't hold back!"

"Damn! That's my line!"

"Ahahaha!" Chen Yingxiong laughed triumphantly.

Skrtel didn't argue with Chen Yingxiong. He pointed to a black commercial vehicle parked behind him.

"I know a fun place. I'll take you guys to have a good time... By the way, let me ask, is it okay if you don't go back all night today..."

Several people nodded at the same time: "Dick gave us a holiday until tomorrow morning!"

Skrtel snapped his fingers: "Then let's have a good time, guys!"

"Wo wo wo wo!"

A pack of wolves let out excited howls.

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Sharapova called Chen Yingxiong. She sent a text message after winning the championship, and Chen Yingxiong replied once, but there was no follow-up.

No matter how she called, no one answered.

She frowned.

What is this kid doing!

Could it be that he went out to celebrate with his teammates?

Well, that's very possible...

Thinking of this, Sharapova decided not to call anymore. She knew it was useless to call at this time, Chen Yingxiong definitely wouldn't be able to hear it.

But she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Shouldn't he be on the phone with his girlfriend at this time?

That bastard!

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Chen Yingxiong, holding a sexy woman in his arms, couldn't help but shiver. The fabric on the woman sitting on his lap was so little that it could barely cover three important parts...

Chen Yingxiong held a wine glass in his other hand. He had already drunk half of the wine in it, and the woman in his arms was pouring him more wine.

The music in the private room was very energetic, and his heart was beating wildly.

Alcohol stimulated his brain. Sharapova had long been thrown to the back of his mind. At this time, he just wanted to relax and have fun.

How long has it been since he came to such a lively place? Since he met Sharapova, he has never been here again. Except for the occasional chance to meet Sharapova, he usually lived a life no different from that of an ascetic monk.

After all, he was still a young man under the age of twenty, strong and energetic, with nowhere to vent his excess energy. He couldn't just keep watching "Calabash Brothers" and practicing the left-right hand technique, could he?

So, this time he indulged in sensual pleasures, wanting to vent all his long-suppressed desires.

The sexy woman filled Chen Yingxiong's glass, but took a sip of the wine herself, then showed a charming and seductive smile, kissed Chen Yingxiong, and passed the wine in her mouth over to him.

The undrunk German wine flowed from between the two's lips, flowing down Chen Yingxiong's chin, neck, and mouth, and onto his chest.

The sexy woman also sucked and kissed downwards along the wine, all the way down, past the neck, through the chest, and finally reaching the lower abdomen...

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But when Chen Yingxiong woke up again, he was already in a hotel room. But this was definitely not the hotel where the team was staying.

He didn't know which hotel this was, but it didn't matter.

There was only one bed in the huge room, and a naked woman was lying next to him.

Chen Yingxiong recognized her as the sexy woman who had been with him yesterday.

Good job.

This was Chen Yingxiong's only evaluation of this woman, which was worthy of the pounds Skrtel had given him.

As for the others... in fact, he didn't even remember what this woman looked like. Now the woman was lying on the bed, facing away from him, and he couldn't possibly run over and turn her over just to see what she looked like.

He noticed his mobile phone on the bedside table, which seemed to have missed calls.

He picked it up and saw that it was Sharapova.

Chen Yingxiong took a breath.

He had too much fun yesterday, and he really forgot his girlfriend...

There were three missed calls, all made last night.

He didn't answer her calls all night. What would it be like on the other end of the phone...

Just at this moment, the phone in his hand suddenly rang and vibrated.

The unprepared Chen Yingxiong was so frightened that he almost threw the phone out.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and caught it again.

At the same time, he quickly ran from the bed to the bathroom, closed the door,

After a flurry of activity, he answered the phone.

At the same time, he also grabbed a disposable toothbrush from the washstand and stuck it in his mouth.

"Hello, darling!" he greeted Sharapova, who was calling, enthusiastically.

"Good morning, darling. Are you up yet?" Sharapova's voice came from the other end.

Chen Yingxiong listened carefully, analyzing from Sharapova's tone and voice whether she knew what he had done yesterday.

But everything was normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to be careless. He was afraid that this was Sharapova's "feigned indifference" strategy, just waiting for him to relax his guard and then launch a surprise attack. If he was a little faster and his brain didn't react, he might just confess.

"Ah, I, I just got up. Heh—" To make it more realistic, he also pretended to yawn.

"How was the party yesterday?" Sharapova asked.

At this moment, Chen Yingxiong's heart jumped violently and then stopped.

She knew?

This thought popped into his mind.

"Ah, it was, it was okay!" Because he didn't know what Sharapova meant by this sentence, Chen Yingxiong could only perfunctorily answer, and then look at the other party's reaction.

"Just okay?" Sharapova asked with a smile.

Chen Yingxiong was sweating.

"Uh, it was more lively... um, there were a lot of people... everyone was very happy..." He didn't know what he was talking about.

"Of course they were happy, after all, you guys won the championship, how could you not be happy to go celebrate?" Sharapova's laughter rang out.

Chen Yingxiong's heart finally returned to its original place. He knew that what Sharapova was talking about was not the same thing he thought it was.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, and a woman's voice: "Are you ready yet, darling?"

With a hiss, Chen Yingxiong's heart stopped beating again.

"Who's talking?" Sharapova obviously heard it too, and... she was suspicious!

At this moment, Chen Yingxiong suddenly had a flash of inspiration! He reacted: "Ah! It's Denisov! You know, that guy always likes to play these boring jokes! Let me go teach him a lesson!"

After saying that, Chen Yingxiong suddenly opened the bathroom door, waved his hand at the naked woman, and shouted, "Damn it! Captain! I told you that your tricks don't work on me! Don't try to frame me in front of my girlfriend!"

After saying that, he slammed the bathroom door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that the woman knew what was going on and wouldn't bother him again!

"Okay, that kid ran away!"

Sharapova laughed.

"He's really interesting!"

"No, he's really boring, that boring bitch!" Chen Yingxiong muttered in his heart—for my happiness, just sacrifice yourself once, Captain!

"I kept calling you yesterday, but you didn't answer. I thought I should make up for it, so I called you again—congratulations, darling! Your performance yesterday was perfect!"

"Actually, it wasn't perfect at all..."

"How so?"

"Because you weren't by my side yesterday..."

Chen Yingxiong, who had recovered, started flirting with his girlfriend again. Now he wasn't worried at all that his girlfriend might find out that he had slept in the same bed with a strange woman last night.

Sharapova didn't laugh this time.

In fact, she really wanted to be by Chen Yingxiong's side last night, but unfortunately she was very busy preparing for the French Open recently. Even yesterday's half-day was squeezed out of her schedule. So after watching the game, she rushed back to France overnight in order not to delay today's training.

Chen Yingxiong noticed that Sharapova was silent and also realized the problem.

Although he was joking just now, deep down he was indeed dissatisfied with the fact that the two of them could only meet a few times a year, and when they finally did meet, they had to be secretive, like thieves.

"Maria..."

"I'm sorry, darling. I, uh... I also have my own career. I promise to spend time with you after the French Open!"

Every time Chen Yingxiong complained to Sharapova that the time they spent together was too short, Sharapova always said that she also had her career.

He was speechless about this reason. Sharapova did have her own career, that was true. But the problem was that he also had his own career, and he didn't think it was normal to only meet a few times a year.

A couple who should be in the honeymoon period were always separated for such a long time, which was really worrying.

Chen Yingxiong suddenly had no interest in joking with Sharapova. "Oh, okay then, Maria. Where do you want to go when the time comes?"

"Anywhere." It seemed to be to make up for the debt in her heart, Sharapova didn't make any requests.

"Is there a place called 'Anywhere' in the world?"

"You're so annoying! I mean, anywhere is fine, as long as I'm with you."

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When Chen Yingxiong hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom, the woman had already left, and traces of last night's battle could still be vaguely seen on the messy bed.

Looking at the empty hotel room, Chen Yingxiong curled his lips.

Emptiness, loneliness, coldness...

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