Nba: I Really Didn't Come To Fight!

It was an unknown number who sent a text message to Lin Zhan.

"I just came out of the arena, didn't I say I wanted a drink?"

The text message was simple and direct, and Lin Zhan guessed without thinking that it must be Kristen Bell. After all, apart from Bell, only Rasheed and Billups knew about having a drink.

It's impossible for these two people to pretend to be girls to deceive themselves, right?

It seems that it is not impossible.

But thinking of Bell's hot figure, Lin Zhan doesn't think this risk can be taken.

"Where are you?" Lin Zhan didn't ask much, and asked for the location directly. After getting a location and a simple route introduction, Lin Zhan drove the car and started galloping in the night of Detroit.

Strange to say.

In this era without navigation, Lin Zhan came to Detroit for the first time, but he didn't get lost. He followed the route on Bell's text message and drove to Bell's location.

To Lin Zhan's surprise, 187 Ninth Avenue in Detroit is not a simple bar or cafe, but a hotel.

In other words, it is a high-end private club on the first floor of a five-star hotel, with very strict security measures and identity review procedures. If you are not a member, you will be directly blocked by their security guards outside the door.

After Lin Zhan announced the names of himself and Bell, he walked into this small bar with a private environment. The lights here are dim and ambiguous, and the slightly flickering light balls and elegant jazz music can't make people's adrenaline secrete quickly. Swaying, but it can stimulate the rapid fusion of men and women's hormones, and together "907" will join hands to provide some contributions to the hotel's accommodation business.

Lin Zhan found the table number that Bell gave him in a hidden booth, but when he saw the person sitting in the booth, Lin Zhan was stunned.

Even if Rasheed and Billups really brought 50 fully armed men here to wait for Lin Zhan, Lin Zhan would not be so surprised.

Because the one waiting here is actually Jessica Alba!

Now Alba has taken off her jacket, which is a motorcycle-style leather jacket full of wildness and style.

Lin Zhan seemed to have a little impression of this dress, he recalled it carefully, and finally remembered that this suit was worn by the woman who caught Lin Zhan's attention sitting behind Kristen Bell during the game!

It's just that I didn't expect that this person was actually Alba!

Alba is now wearing a low-cut pure white T-shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of studded boots that almost reach the knees and have the same style as the leather jacket.

This set is glamorous when it is in the arena, and it is very harmonious with the local atmosphere of Detroit.

Now that he has taken off his coat, besides his heroic appearance, he has an extra sexy and tender feeling.

"Don't ask me why I'm here? Are you disappointed that Christine is not here?" Alba looked at Lin Zhan with a smile on his face.

"You asked me out, who is here if you are not here?" Lin Zhan forced himself to remain calm, so that he would not be so stupid as to really ask why you are here instead of Bell, even if he only met once before, but he also A slight jealousy could be clearly heard from Alba's tone.

"Could it be that you guessed the brand new phone number I just bought? Or do you have the ability to predict and guess it's me?" Alba has seen countless men, Lin Zhan's set, she can't even make a punctuation mark I don't believe it! This guy just reacted quickly, so he forcibly held back and didn't ask!

"Is that important?" Lin Zhan asked with a smile while looking at Alba's perfect figure openly, "What are you doing in Detroit?"

"Can't you see enough? Sit down quickly." Seeing Lin Zhan's unabashed and scrupled eyes, Alba felt a little confused for some reason, so she waved her hand and asked Lin Zhan to sit down.

"It's normal if you can't see enough. If I don't look sideways, what if you lose your usual confidence and suspect that you are no longer attractive?" Lin Zhan sat directly beside Alba without any concealment, and the two separated. They were so close that even the thighs were almost touching together.

At this time, Alba didn't feel shy or uncomfortable at all, opened two bottles of beer, handed a bottle to Lin Zhan, and said: "I happen to have a job here, so I'm going to watch the game by the way. You're surprised, I didn't expect that you only had the Michigan star and the number one goddess in Detroit in your eyes, and you didn't notice me at all."

"You're not jealous, are you?" Lin Zhan suddenly felt a little funny.

Alba's expression and tone at this time, no matter how she looks or hears, she is full of yin and yang, jealous!

"Ghosts are jealous, can you show some face?" Alba blushed obviously, then immediately changed the subject and said, "Are you always so impulsive? Are you not afraid of being expelled from this alliance?"

"I'm only 20 years old." Lin Zhan said with a smile: "If I'm so young and not arrogant, will I be crazy when I'm 30? But you seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Should I be in a good mood? That's right, "Fantastic Four" just sold out, and I became America's new sweetheart. Countless boys regard me as the girl of their dreams. I really shouldn't be in a bad mood."

"But I was just in a bad mood. Maybe it was the producers who kept trying to get me on my knees to unzip their zippers, or maybe it was the guys my agent picked up for me that made money but was shitty. There is no difference in the broken script, and it may also be because everyone thinks that I don’t need to hone my acting skills, as long as I show my thighs, cleavage, beautiful smile, and be a quiet vase.”

"This is the Jessica Alba that everyone else wants, but not the Jessica that I want. I've been really thinking lately, just go back to the country, or just go straight back to Mexico, and my My brother and dad planted the fields together, herded the sheep, and when they were in a bad mood, they hung the pictures of those bastards on the tree, and then gave them a shotgun bullet to taste."

Having said that, Alba shook her head, drank the beer in her hand, then looked at Lin Zhan and said, "What about you? Why can you always be so unscrupulous, do whatever you want, and don't worry about anything at all?" Consequences?"

"Maybe I'm like you, you can go home and farm." Lin Zhan shrugged, drank the beer in his hand and said: "And if I am removed from the alliance, I can go home and inherit my father's about 50 million American knife business.

"You're such a bastard! Can't you lie to me and say that it's because of your ideals, character, bottom line, or something else? Why would you say such a thing?" Alba rolled her eyes and opened her eyes again. Two bottles of wine were handed to Lin Zhan.

After more than ten minutes.

"I'm drunk, can you take me back to my room?" Alba put down the bottle and looked at Lin Zhan with blurred eyes.

Drunk? Lin Zhan looked at the 300ml bottle of beer on the table, a total of 6 bottles, and thought to himself who are you kidding?

It's not like they didn't drink together in Los Angeles, although the three of them didn't drink to death with Scarlett that time.

Instead, they drank and chatted, but with this kind of wine, the girl drank at least 10 bottles that time and it was fine.

But, Alba needs restraint and steps, Lin Zhan will naturally hand them over accurately: "I'll pay the bill, just wait for me."

When Lin Zhan went to the bar to buy the bill, and then returned to the booth.

Alba was half-lying on the sofa in a 'drowsy' state, but...although she looked drunk and hazy, her cell phone, cosmetics, keys and other sundries had all been put into her bag and held in her hand , and put on the leather jacket that he had taken off, and there was only one room card left on the whole table except for the wine bottle.

Seeing Lin Zhan approaching, Alba muttered: "2088, take the elevator inside the bar, you won't be photographed!"

Lin Zhan looked at Alba who fell into a drunken state immediately after speaking, he could only reach out to help her up, walked towards the elevator she mentioned, and sat all the way to the 20th floor

But what neither Lin Zhan nor Alba, who purposely collapsed in his arms, saw was that on the same 20th floor, a bald man with a girl in his arms, about 190 centimeters tall, saw the backs of the two of them, and he frowned. Brow muttered: "Lin Zhan? Is that woman Christine? Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! Christine's clothes are different! 11

"Could it be that Christine went to change clothes? Impossible! By the way, they are taking the elevator for bars, I'm going to check it out! I'm going to check it out!"

In the room, Lin Zhan, who didn't know that he was recognized, put Alba down gently. After tidying up his things thoughtfully, he took off his coat and said, "Take a rest, I'll pour you some glass of water..."

After entering the room, Alba no longer pretended to be drunk. She lay down comfortably, took off her boots and said, "I didn't expect you to be so gentle. I thought you were as rough and savage as you were on the court."

"You like that look? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to continue working tomorrow?" Lin Zhan put down his water glass, leaned over again, and gently stuck to Alba's side, and could even clearly see the twitch of each of her eyelashes shake.

"It should be because you are worried that you won't have the strength to play basketball tomorrow!"

Alba wrapped her hands around Lin Zhan's neck and said softly, "I'll take a shower first, and you'll do it later."

The next day, Lin Zhan was woken up by the indistinct ringtone of his cell phone. He opened his eyes with difficulty. He wanted to follow the ringtone to find his cellphone, but the ringtone stopped at this moment. He wanted to find it directly, but at this time the room seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, with clothes, toilet paper, quilts, pillows and other messes everywhere.

Lin Zhan gently moved Alba's arm away from him, stood up quietly, and began to look for his mobile phone. Finally, he found his mobile phone under the two pillows on the windowsill.

As for why there is a pillow on the window sill and why Lin Zhan's cell phone is here, Lin Zhan really can't remember.

"Steve? What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Lin Zhan yawned and turned the phone back. He didn't understand why Jackson called him so early in the morning.

"Early in the morning? Damn it! It's already 11 o'clock! The coaches are going crazy looking for you. We all thought we could only find your body by searching the stinky gutters in Detroit!" Jackson said in his tone. He said hurriedly and anxiously: "But it's good that you're fine. We're going back to Phoenix in the afternoon. The plane takes off in 5 hours. If you don't show up at the hotel within 1 hour, I think the coach will definitely suspend you!"

"But I don't think it's the coach's turn to suspend the game. The league will give you a big suspension package first!"

"Is the league's punishment down?" Lin Zhan was a little curious.

"Not yet, but I think soon! We have no games for the next two days, and the final result will be announced before the start of the next game at the latest. I think this time, some leagues are 2.9 heads! After all, you are all The star starts, you represent the preferences of the fans in the entire Asia, it is not appropriate to punish too lightly, I think Stern must be very headache now, wishing to kill you directly with a gun."

"Then he'd better not be impulsive." After Lin Zhan said this, he hung up the phone. He wanted to find his clothes first.

Lin Zhan discovered for the first time that finding his own set of clothes is actually such a difficult thing! It’s like playing a puzzle game in a Japanese RPG. He almost searched the entire house to find his own.

clothing.

Then Lin Zhan suddenly realized that Alba had woken up without knowing when, and was still looking at Lin Zhan with one hand supporting his head.

"When did you wake up?"

Lin Zhan didn't care that he was only wearing two socks now, and looked at Alba with a smile.

"Woke up when you said 'Hi Steve'.

Alba stretched, revealing more beautiful curves.

"Eat? Let's have breakfast together?" Lin Zhan continued to get dressed.

"Are you eating breakfast or are you going to run away?" Alba suddenly lay back and said softly: "If you are running away, then help me close the door, I need to sleep for a while

of.

escape?

Lin Zhan feels that his masculinity has been greatly challenged!

If I don’t let you know why the flowers are so popular today, my surname is not Lin!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhan picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message to Jackson, asking him to ask for a leave of absence. He has something to do, so I will meet you at the airport. .