It was already half past six when Wang Ai woke up.
Madrid is very quiet in the early morning. There is a deep blue sky and a few white clouds in the gaps between the curtains. Occasionally, the silhouettes of a few birds glide quickly. It is rare to sleep in and not have to do morning exercises. Wang Ai's heart is very big.
He was relaxed, and just when he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, the bathroom door opened, and Shi Wenjun came out, combing his hair: "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." Wang Ai looked at her calmly and smiled.
Shi Wenjun took off his coat and put it on, then put on his leather shoes, but still did not avoid Wang Ai's gaze, so he simply said: "I haven't seen it before."
"I've seen it before and I like it." Wang Ai said with a smile.
"It looks weird." Shi Wenjun commented and walked out. Then he poked his head back and found Wang Ai still smiling, so he had nothing to say: "Get up quickly, breakfast should be served earlier today."
As soon as breakfast was mentioned, Wang Ai realized that he was a little hungry. Perhaps his physical energy was spent on fighting the disease this night, or he was training and couldn't feel hungry at this time? In short, Wang Ai rolled around on the bed twice and rolled the head of the bed.
I took the football off the bed and played with it for a while, then returned it and got up.
"Young! Omelette!" Wang Ai's eyes widened when he came to the restaurant. He picked up Kuaizi and plucked the six fried eggs on his plate: "For me? This thing is very fatty, isn't it?"
Before he finished speaking, Shi Wenjun, who was holding the pan, put a pile of bacon on Wang Ai's plate: "I'm sick. I ate something high in energy and easy to digest."
"Okay." Wang Ai sat down and looked at everyone: "Yes, it's still a sick meal."
Because no one else had it, whether it was the male and female guards who had worked up a sweat or the two ex-wives who were busy making him sick meals, it was just a normal nutritious meal.
"Eat." Shi Wenjun came back and sat next to Wang Ai and looked at him: "Everyone is looking at you. If you don't eat, everyone will not worry."
Wang Ai picked up a piece of fried egg and put it in his mouth to bite, it was crunchy!
Then the egg liquid inside flowed in his mouth. Wang Ai narrowed his eyes happily, and after a long time he sighed: "So this is the taste of depravity, it's really charming."
Everyone laughed and started eating.
In order to satisfy everyone's wishes, Wang Ai ate one or two times the usual amount of food and was a little full. After the meal, he originally planned to go upstairs, but his two ex-wives asked him to accompany them to go shopping. Wang Ai looked embarrassed and said: "
I haven't read the document the Football Association sent me at noon yesterday, but Director Wei told me specifically."
"We watched it and told you as we walked." Huang Xin pushed Wang Ai out of the door without any explanation.
It's still not eight o'clock at this time, and the streets of Madrid are still very quiet. At this time, most Spaniards are still sleeping at home. They don't go to work until 9:30, and start their lunch break at 1:30 in the afternoon. Some will rest until 4 in the evening.
at 30:30, and then go to work until 8:00 in the evening. Therefore, Wang Ai gets up at 5:30 in the morning to do morning exercises, which is why it touches the Spanish people so much. This is like telling modern Chinese that you have to do it at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night every day.
Getting up to do morning exercises is scary.
Taking advantage of the gentle sunlight, Wang Ai leaned against the window in the middle row of Iveco and opened the window a crack. Then he browsed the quiet streets and various historical buildings, as if he was wandering in a museum of time. Travel
The most striking feeling for Oudian Wang Ai is the youthfulness of Chinese cities and the oldness of European cities. I can't say which one I like more, but it is true that European cities are more addictive.
We drove to a park and everyone got off the car and sat inside for a while. There was also no one there. Wang Ai even lay on the lawn for a while. It was rare for everyone to have such a relaxing moment. They talked and laughed each other.
We got on the bus again at half past nine.
At this time, various shops had lazily opened their doors. Wang Ai walked into a clothing store, which attracted the waiter and shop owner to exclaim.
Dare to get off the car.
There are millions of people in Madrid, and Wang Ai is no longer the young player he was when he arrived in Coruña.
But probably because of the change of mood, Wang Ai was in a good mood even when sitting in the small car. He watched the two ex-wives leading their guards out of one store and into another store, shopping down one store after another.
Then a security guard would be sent to carry a bunch of bags to the car, and he would quickly go back to catch up with the team. Wang Ai found it quite interesting.
"What are you looking for in women's things?"
Near noon, Huang Xin finally returned to the car happily. She saw Wang Ai going through their bags at a glance, so she opened Wang Ai's hand and said, "You don't go shopping even if I ask you to, but you prefer to look at others."
of."
Wang Ai spread his hands and Huang Xin said: "Do you really think you can cause a mass incident?"
Wang Ai spread his hands again, and Huang Xin was angry: "You're mute, right?"
Wang Ai also spread his hands, and Shi Wenjun advised: "What he means is that Chaoju should not appear on the streets casually, regardless of whether it will cause riots. The price has dropped... It is not a common saying, it has really dropped the price. Keep it constant.
Mystery...well, okay."
Shi Wenjun thought that Huang Xin had also been Wang Ai's assistant and manager, and knew everything about this, so he looked at Wang Ai and said, "Aren't you tired of sitting like this all morning?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "I should be bored at first, but seeing you as happy as a bird makes me not. Why do I earn money? Isn't it just for you to spend? I feel a sense of accomplishment when I see how happy you are spending it.
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Other guards and assistants pricked up their ears. Huang Xin laughed, pushed the bag aside and sat down: "Did you forget that we also have wages? Who spent your money?"
Wang Ai, who was originally calm and nonchalant, didn't know how to refute when Huang Xin attacked him. After a while, he slapped his thigh: "At noon, find a good restaurant for a meal, and I'll pay the bill!"
"Okay, I won't eat meat, but I will eat eggs, fish, and vegetables. I'll watch you eat, okay?" Under the looks of the women, Wang Ai compromised and took the initiative to order safe dishes for himself.
After a big meal, everyone was in a good mood. Seeing that the shops were closed for lunch break, everyone who still followed Chinese habits had no choice but to go home. Originally, Wang Ai wanted to get everyone to play games, but Huang Xin was
I was persuaded to take a nap anyway.
"I didn't train in the morning. I was in a good mood in the morning and had a good meal at lunch. It was just the right time to sleep and strengthen my body."
When he woke up at around two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ai felt that he should have really recovered. He ignored the two women sleeping in their clothes and quietly went downstairs to see Marissa watching TV, so he asked her to get some medicine.
I brought the box over and measured it again: 3 degrees, which is completely normal.
At this time, the plane of the old and white couple had already flown over Germany and was preparing to arrive in Madrid in the evening.
This chapter has been completed!