After putting Wang Ai to sleep, Leonie quietly got up and took the phone to the next room.
After a while, Wang Ai quietly entered the room with a hot phone, and suddenly Wang Ai, who had his eyes open on the bed, was startled.
“Is my performance just now okay? Although I am a little tired.” Wang Ai smiled and raised his upper body: “But after all, I have been single for more than two months.”
Leonie secretly breathed out, climbed onto the bed with a bright smile and kissed Wang Ai on the face: "Perfect."
"Yeah." Wang Ai responded. Just when Leonie was about to persuade him to go back to sleep, she heard the deep voice in the man's chest whisper: "You also realized that something is wrong, right?"
"What?" Leonie panicked and held down Wang Ai, who was still high-spirited, but found that the man didn't have that intention. Just when she was about to lower her head and get under the quilt, she was pulled by the man.
"Okay, don't lie to me. I don't believe that you have been involved in football for so many years and you still care about me and can't find out." Wang Ai held Leonie's hand: "Tell me, what do you know?"
Leonie looked at Wang Ai's side face and found that the man's expression was quite calm. Listening to Wang Ai's voice, she found that the man's breathing was quite steady, so she whispered: "There may be something wrong with the Golden Globe Awards. The specific reason is
I'm still waiting for news from Huang Xin, and I don't plan to check it out in a big way. But after all, I have acquaintances, and some members of the German Chamber of Commerce in China have placed advertisements in "France Football", so I might be able to get some information or something."
“Well, you did a good job, you can’t make a big show of it and let the French people laugh at it.” Wang Ai praised him and then fell silent and took a nap: “That’s not right! You should have discovered it the day before yesterday.”
At this point, Wang Ai turned to face Leonie: "Otherwise, Director Shen wouldn't have called me for no reason! I remembered that at that time he asked me to play well in that irrelevant league game! What did you find out?
what?"
Leonie pursed her lips and shook her head slightly: "I wasn't sure at the time. Director Shen felt that the taste was wrong. His reason was that the momentum of this year's publicity was wrong, but he had just noticed it, but by then it was too late to make adjustments.
, telling you has no use except making you worry."
“Propaganda?” Wang Ai frowned.
Leonie felt distressed and stretched out her hand to smooth the man's brow: "Don't think about it, go to sleep first."
Wang Ai twisted his neck: "Where can I sleep?"
"How about, how about..." Leonie whispered: "I'll give you the back..."
After Wang Ai understood, he hugged Leonie and fell down: "I'm not the kind of person who gets angry outside and goes home to find women to get angry with. Okay, I don't want to think about it anymore, go to bed."
Leoni's hands were warm and flexible, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, finally Wang Ai's tiredness came over her.
The next morning, Leonie wrapped Wang Ai in a thick layer of clothes. It was not that cold in Beijing in November, but Leonie was reminded by Yan Zhu and insisted on doing so, so Wang Ai honestly acted like a rag doll.
Let her play with it.
Today, this "official day", there is still no news, and Wang Ai's heart has completely sunk. Logically speaking, if the French want to go to Beijing, they have to contact him no matter what. Even if the arrogant French does not come, Wang Ai will be disappointed.
Ai temporarily returned to Inter Milan for a day, but there was no news.
After dinner, Wang Ai took Leonie for a walk in Beihai Park. In the bustling crowd, the tightly wrapped Wang Ai was not recognized, and she was happy to be free.
“Go on, you can say it, I already know the answer.” Wang Ai said in a confused manner.
Leonie's arm was straddling Wang Ai's arm. After hearing the sound, she took a careful look at the man, and found that his eyes were magnanimous and calm before saying: "It's our fault too. We have too little experience. Huang Xin and I are too hard at work."
I was busy and overlooked some things. If Mr. Beckerbauer hadn't pointed it out, Director Shen wouldn't have noticed it."
"Your Majesty the Emperor?" Wang Ai was in a daze for a moment before nodding.
"To be specific, Barcelona and Messi have launched a subtle but subtle attack on your situation." Leonie smoothed her messy hair on her forehead against the evening breeze of the North Sea: "You
Do you still remember the praise of Eto'o during this period? We now believe that this was intentional by the opponent to divert your votes."
Wang Ai tilted his head and frowned: "Split my votes? Are you saying that the Catalan media has been here for this from the beginning? Isn't it internal strife?"
Leonie shook her head: "I'm not sure, and His Majesty the Emperor is not sure. But it stands to reason that the majority of the Catalan media stands with Barcelona. Even if there are occasional conflicts, they are quickly settled. No.
Like this time, it lasted a long time and was very intense."
Having said this, Leonie stopped hiding it: "The press voting meeting subconsciously alternated between different teams. Although Inter Milan has the biggest hand, it cannot be that the first few are all Inter Milan. Eto'o suddenly
The momentum has soared, and some of the first votes that should have gone to you have gone to him, so your points will not be enough."
Wang Ai's breathing quickened a few times, and he chuckled: "Don't Inter Milan know?"
Leonie shook her head: "Massimo is not a person who can play tricks. Under his emotional influence, the functions of various departments of the club are very abnormal. Jose actually has no experience. His relationship with the selection organization can only be said to be him.
Rely on your grades... I believe they all support you and are absolutely sincere, just like us. But... I'm sorry, we are too inexperienced."
Hearing the girl beside him choke, Wang Ai stretched out his hand and hugged her hard: "It's gone. I was also careless. In Europe, I am always an outsider. It's good if I get it once."
Listening to Wang Ai's unusually calm voice, Leonie couldn't control her emotions. The two young people hugged and comforted each other in the night of Beihai Park.
A few days later, people who care about Chinese football and Wang Ai also realized that something was wrong. Lao Gao's call was dull for a long time, and he could only ask Wang Ai's health twice dryly before hanging up the phone in embarrassment.
The teammates may have been warned by Lao Gao, so they all remained silent.
The boss, who is omnipotent, has every disadvantage, and makes every calculation, stumbles... no one dares to laugh at him.
The day before the national team’s second match against Lebanon was about to begin, a Catalan reporter published a speech online that further exposed all this: “Messi, the Ballon d’Or! It’s us who did it, the Chinese were beaten by us
Killed!"
When Leonie saw this post, she was watching Wang Ai's game on the sidelines of the Workers' Stadium. She silently returned the laptop to her secretary, tightened her coat tightly, and looked at Wang Ai's strong and vigorous appearance on the field.
The figure's eyes were worried.
The thing I didn’t talk to Wang Ai about was Xu Qinglian.
The passing year is unfavorable, and you commit a crime against a villain.
This chapter has been completed!