"Penguin Sports": A hundred years of making about horses! In the first semi-final of the 2012 European Cup that has just ended, England, led by General Ma, defeated Portugal 3-0, reaching the final for the first time in history!

"Sine Live": The superstar battle, Mark Qin wins, the whole England is cheering, TheKing!

Yes, he is now the veritable king of England, an unreplaceable commander, a unique symbol.

"French Football": Mark is leading England to touch areas that they have never been involved in. For English football, he is the king of the game and the codename of England!

"The Times": We are on the road to absolute greatness. This England makes us dream of 66, and it is even greater and more exciting!

"Daily Telegraph": For the first time in history, we are writing a new history, a new history, the golden generation is in progress!

"Manchester Evening News": British carnival, sleepless all night! The Queen delivered a speech: Thank you to all the soldiers who fought in Ukraine, you have brought joy to the British people!

"Daily Mirror": Top of Europe, here we are!

"Echo": Mark, Mark, Saint Mark!

Although it was late at night, even though it was more than three o'clock in the morning when Makqin and the others returned to Kiev, the enthusiasm of the whole world has not diminished at all, but Yu Shao Yu Lie!

Maybe this is just the beginning!

Maybe the Brazilian team won the World Cup again is not big news, but what about the Chinese team?

In the scene of the European Cup, England's situation for many years is no better than the Chinese team.

So the sensation caused this time can be imagined!

Makqin and their social media have almost been maxed out. Reporters from all over the world are gathering frantically in Kiev. The door of the hotel where they are staying is already crowded.

"We went to the locker room after the game and praised the boys. They were the best." Bobby Charlton, who was also stopped at the hotel entrance, couldn't remember how many times he was interviewed tonight.

"They brought pride and self-confidence to England. This is very good, really very good. It can't be better..."

"I believe in Mark, just like the first time I saw him run wild at Old Trafford, haha", the old man smiled heartily, "and he hasn't lost once in the finals that Mark participated in. This time I I believe it will be no exception, he has this ability..."

"Hmm..." After hearing the last question, Charlton thought for a while, "I think that his historical status should not be evaluated by me, and I am not qualified to evaluate him again. His contribution to English football is now Only history can evaluate..."

Pirlo II, Zidane II, Beckenbauer II, Bobby Charlton II, at this moment, all go with the wind.

He is Mark I, and he can't be the same!

Just like Jordan's first three consecutive championships, Maradona's first World Cup, Michael Jackson's "Thriller", only one step away, he will take the throne.

List of small hills!

Grand Slam!

Achieve a legend!

The legend is called a legend because its own course is a legend and cannot be copied.

"Can you talk about Mark again?"

"You still don't let me sleep..." Old Haiwei yelled out the window.

Marco, Hugh, Bald Bald, Ancelotti, as long as they can be caught, those who have a relationship with Maqin will all face mental breakdown tonight.

Why? It's too late to interview after the finals. Now it's time to work non-stop.

"Hula..."

"England... The Three Lion Kings..."

The crowds outside the hotel are dense, and the police in Kiev have been deployed a lot, and they are struggling to maintain order. This group of people knows how crazy the fans are after drinking. Russia is also a nation with the same wine culture.

The buses in England are slowly driving towards the door of the hotel. Fortunately, this is not England, otherwise the full-scale live broadcast by land, water and air is definitely ready.

"Our hero is back...", countless noisy live broadcasts spread from this absolutely unqualified live broadcast environment to all directions, "Capello came down first..."

Then came the coaching staff, then other players in bits and pieces, "Huh", many people found strange things, and many of the main players did not get off the car.

Mark Qin, Gerrard, Rooney, Terry, etc. can't see any of them! Where are they?

"Today's holiday, they disbanded on the spot." Capello was pulled by a reporter who knew him well, and casually explained, without saying anything, he took the team directly into the hotel.

Got it!

Most of the reporters outside the venue are as anxious as the ants on the hot pot. They all come with tasks. This...

At the same time, an ordinary black car drove into a luxurious hotel and went straight to the VIP parking lot.

Mark Qin wears sunglasses and a black sweater, just like many ordinary fashionable youths. After getting out of the car, he looked around, and after confirming that there was no hostility, he gestured to the driver and said something to pick him up this evening. He hurried into the elevator.

Anxious!

It was only halfway through that he knew Isabella had arrived in Kiev, so when the bus had just entered the city of Kiev, he ran away looking for an opportunity.

Missing is like a tide. Such an exciting moment is only meaningful when you are with the closest person.

Really wise! With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Maqin found the house number, and then pressed the doorbell.

Almost the moment he pressed it, the door opened, as if he knew that he had reached the door, and there was a tacit understanding.

With extremely familiar faces, the two smiled at each other, and Maqin rushed in and hugged Isabella.

"Dear...well...", the lips that were blocked by the hot kiss could no longer speak any words, the door snapped, leaving a world of two people, like weeping.

...

The whole world looked for Maekqin all over the world, especially the reporters. He didn't return to the hotel. This is news in itself!

Will there be any twists and turns? Or the breaking news like the red light district?

In the minds of those reporters, it was like a demon with a small tail appeared, urging them to find and dig!

It was almost early in the morning that there was news from England that someone saw Isabella coming by plane, which disappointed them and stopped thinking.

Then the rest is simple, major hotels, stay here and wait, you must stay in hotels when you come!

This was a bitter for them, until the sun went three poles, they didn't have a clue, a joke, it was early in the morning after Maqin came back, and if he gets up again at noon, he will be an iron man.

Especially in the case of Xiaobiesheng's newly married, the two tossed until the sun came out before they really fell asleep. At this time, the morning papers began to fill up the phone booths, without exception, all England were close to the final!

No matter how tired people are, they can't hold back their hunger. After three o'clock in the afternoon, when the paparazzi outside were already hungry and pressed to their backs and scolded him dozens of times in their hearts, Makqin finally woke up from his sleep.

The messy room and the clothes scattered everywhere are telling the scene of the tragic crime in the early morning.

Mark Qin earned his sleepy eyes, smiled, leaned back and sat on the bedside, no one beside him, it seems Isabella got up earlier than him, and the movement from the small kitchen next door explained everything.

"My dear, you're awake," Isabella greeted, who came out with the dinner plate, with straight and smooth legs and only wearing a long shirt. Maqin still drooled.

Isabella rolled her eyes, went to the bed and put the dinner plate by the bed, "I'm hungry, I got some steak, I don't know..."

"I will eat you first, haha..."

"what……"

When a man is in his early 20s, he doesn't need to say anything, who knows who uses it...

Isabella didn't want to move a little finger anymore, if it weren't for the gurgling belly, she still seemed not hungry, she slandered.

Mark Qin hugged her, but he was not sleepy at all. He felt her movements and said softly: "Baby, I will ask the hotel to send two more dinners, ah..."

Feeling Isa's little lamb holding his arm and biting it down, there was a hint of pampering in his heart.

"It's all you..., what time is this, shameful..."

Mark Qin was fond of her hair, feeling her obsession, and smiled with relief...

"My dear, let's get married..."

Ga, it's like a fast-running train has stepped on a sudden brake, the movie pauses, and the soy milk has no sugar.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Makqin was still enjoying the warm atmosphere on his own, holding his gray and shiny hair together, as if chattering and whispering.

Or he just blurted out in this atmosphere, he hadn't thought about it deeply, as a past person, in this life, he had never thought about getting married, and had never been in a hurry.

He and Isabella have been together for five years, and he has never mentioned this topic, and Issa's character has never been asked.

At this time, he spoke out naturally, as if it were a matter of course.

Although there are many people who drag a few children to get married abroad, as long as they are women, who doesn't want to marry themselves gracefully when they are at their best?

Ok?

The weird atmosphere made Mark Qin aware of something wrong, shouldn't it be you and me at this time, enthusiastically thinking about it?

But Issa was crying. Although she was biting her lip and sobbing softly, it was enough for Mark Qin to surprise him, because it never happened.

"What's wrong, my dear, why are you crying..."

"..." She still didn't speak, but Maqin pulled her head over and buried her head in his chest, as if sobbing harder.

A maternal grandmother, Mark I, who was blocked by the gods and killed the Buddha, is now at a loss.

He raised his hand for a long time and had nowhere to put it. Finally, he had no choice but to hug Issa, and comforted him with a bitter smile, "Cry, dear, cry if you want..."

Heaven and earth conscience, I seem to have said nothing wrong, right? Or, happily collapsed? Mark Qin was at a loss.

Oh, woman...

He just didn’t know about Issa’s recent work and the long-term pressure he himself brought to her. Although she never showed it, they all followed this soft word, at this moment, pouring out, like The flood broke the bank.

The two of them have similar personalities, both tend to be introverted. Although I can't see many things, Isa is silently dedicating everything she can do. She doesn't understand football, but now she is a half-expert. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

She is not interested in business, but for Mark Qin to take care of her father and Liverpool's affairs in an orderly manner.

She is the envy of countless women, in the outside world, she is like the shadow of Maqin.

But she is the only one who, as she grows up, can experience the pressure brought by the rocket-like rise of Maqin in recent years.

Happiness, joy, surprise, surprise, horror, worry, fear, feminine heart, sea needle.

What Maqin brought over these years, to be honest, has surpassed her ability to bear, after all, she is just in her early 20s...

Now Makqin doesn't have to wave his hands at all, a woman with a lot of eyes throws her arms around, and without opening her mouth, countless people are squeezing their heads to send the check to him.

Her friends must talk about Mark when they are with her, and then they look at her with an expression of envy and hatred...

All of this, her father is such a shrewd person, who has worked hard for half his life and worked tirelessly every day. He has not got as much as Maqin now. How many years has he made his debut?

Only as a person close to him can she clearly feel how much wealth he has, how much potential relationship and power.

She is not so worried about Maqin as she is worried that one day everything will get out of control. This is the greatest fear in her heart for receiving aristocratic education from a young age and controlling all behaviors.

"What's the matter? Baby, don't you want to marry?" Maqin smiled carefully, raised her face gently, and kissed the tears on her face, just as if she was shocked.

"Um..." Isa shook his head gently with a nasal sound, and seemed to be ashamed of her performance just now.

With a flushed face, he leaned against his chest, "When do you want to marry, I will marry..."

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