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Chapter 890

Shakira was tangled and excited.

She was happy that Martin paid attention to her and cooperated subconsciously, but she felt that it was wrong to do so.

She scolded herself, but she couldn't control her movements.

She just wanted to make this man salivate.

Martin also crossed his legs, listening to Vanessa's words while admiring Shakira's posture, his feet still swinging.

The guy who was obviously lazy, but with his handsome face and outstanding temperament, deserved the title of "hipster", which made Shakira hate him so much that she wanted to bite him.

At this time, Shakira's mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

Shakira picked up the phone and saw the caller ID, and frowned immediately.

It's Pique again, this guy is so annoying, I told you not to bother me anymore.

Really, if I had known this guy was so difficult, I shouldn’t have given him his contact information.

Shakira hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

"Hello."

"Hello, Shakira, this is Pique."

"I know."

"Next Tuesday, Barcelona will come to Madrid to play a game against Real Madrid. Are you free then? Let's have a cup of coffee together."

"Sorry, I don't have time."

"Really? That's a pity. What about next Wednesday? I can stay in Madrid for a day."

Shakira frowned, and the anger that was provoked by Martin suddenly broke out, "Pique, I've said it before, it's impossible between us, don't bother me anymore."

Pique on the other end of the phone was stunned, and then said: "Shakira, can you tell me the reason? If I did something wrong, I can change it."

Shakira's brows were twisted into a 川 shape. Pique's sticky pursuit made her a little irritated, and she couldn't get rid of him.

She was about to speak, but her hands were empty, and the phone was taken by Martin.

Looking up in surprise, she saw Martin put his phone to his ear and said to Pique on the other end of the phone: "Pique, right? Don't bother Shakira anymore, because she already has a boyfriend, that's me."

"Who are you?" Pique on the other end of the phone asked angrily.

"Remember, my name is Martin Meyers, bye!"

In the locker room of the Barcelona training ground, Pique put down his phone with a confused look on his face.

Xavi on the side joked: "Dude, how is it? Did you get that Latin queen?"

Iniesta, who was changing clothes, also said: "Come on, buddy, chase that big singer."

Messi on the opposite side gave his old brother a shy smile.

Pique said bitterly: "It's over, she has a boyfriend."

Xavi was surprised: "What! When did it happen?"

Iniesta encouraged: "What's wrong with having a boyfriend? What are you afraid of? Get her here."

Messi gave his old brother a shy smile.

Pique said: "Her boyfriend is Martin, Martin Meyers, and Martin seems to be at Shakira's house."

Xavi widened his eyes: "What, then you are out of luck!"

Iniesta opened his mouth wide, and then said: "Indeed, you are out of luck."

Messi gave his old brother a shy smile, "You, you are out of luck."

"You guys!" Pique threw down the phone depressedly.

Shakira's home.

After talking to Pique, Martin hung up the phone directly, then skillfully dragged Pique's name from the address book to the blacklist, and then threw the phone to Shakira.

She said frivolously: "I solved a problem for you, you're welcome."

Shakira was stunned for a while, and suddenly she got angry, "You, who asked you to make decisions for me, who asked you to answer my phone, who asked you to talk to my friends, who asked you to call yourself my boyfriend..."

A series of questions burst out from her mouth, and under the support of anger, the volume instantly rose to an astonishing level.

Martin didn't say anything, but just bent down and held Shakira, who was staring at her eyes, for a long hot kiss.

Ten seconds later, their lips parted.

Martin asked: "Am I your boyfriend?"

"You——" Shakira raised her eyebrows and was about to say something, "Mmm (ajde) mmm."

The mouth was blocked by Martin again.

Another ten seconds, lips parted.

"Am I your boyfriend now?"

"You——" Shakira's momentum weakened a little, but her tone was still a little angry, so——

"Mmmmm."

Another ten seconds, lips parted.

"Am I your boyfriend, Shakira."

Shakira's momentum had been completely suppressed, and she looked at Martin shyly, "You, don't do this."

Then she looked at Vanessa, "Vanessa is still watching."

"She doesn't mind."

"I don't mind."

Martin and Vanessa spoke at the same time.

Another ten-second passionate kiss followed.

Shakira was completely immersed in it, both emotionally and consciously.

After parting lips again, Martin asked softly: "Can I make the decision for you?" (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Shakira said with a gleaming look in her eyes: "Yes!"

Martin kissed again.

After parting lips, he asked again: "Can I answer your phone?"

Shakira: "Yes!"

Kissed again and asked again: "Is Pique your friend?"

Shakira: "No."

Kissed again and asked again: "Am I your boyfriend?"

Shakira: "You, you are."

Martin picked up Shakira and walked upstairs, asking domineeringly: "Where is the bedroom?"

Shakira's consciousness was completely immersedShe was in Martin's domineering tenderness, or rather, she was already suffocated by Martin's continuous hot kisses, and subconsciously said: "The second room on the left on the second floor."

In a daze, she also saw Vanessa waving at her.

A trace of guilt rose up, and was soon devoured by the frenzy of passion!

When Shakira woke up, it was already dark.

She looked at Martin's handsome face beside her, and felt a great sense of satisfaction in her heart.

So she hugged Martin's arm and kissed him hard. []

Martin opened his eyes, first stretched out one hand to rub Shakira's head, and then stretched out another hand to rub Shakira's buttocks.

Shakira squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

The next second, her eyes suddenly opened again.

No, Martin's two hands are there, so whose arm am I holding?

"Ah~~~!" She screamed instinctively.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?" On the other side of Martin's body, a figure sat up in fear of the scream.

"Vanessa? Why are you on my (bed)? No, when did you get up?" Shakira exclaimed.