Xu Qinglian was in a leisurely mood, thinking about her beautiful swimsuit floating in the blue water, thinking about the lemon juice in front of the sun lounger on the shore and the occasional breeze, when she suddenly felt a slap.
Wang Ai's squinting slap made Xu Qinglian's whole body tremble, and the blue sea and sky in her mind were suddenly replaced by the sound of music every night.
Xu Qinglian, who was in a good mood, secretly held her breath, but Wang Ai was still studying the material of jeans carefully. Xu Qinglian couldn't bear it and turned around. Just as she was about to speak, her silk clothes were also attacked, and she heard the hateful person still laughing: "
Huh? Is the fruit pulp ripe?"
Xu Qinglian remained motionless and squinted her eyes to see how shameless a man could be... Xu Qinglian felt that if she didn't resist, he could keep playing until dark!
Wang Ai's mouth was not honest: "Oh, you are so good today, yes, that's it, with grief and anger on your face but you can only bear it, yes, yes, this gritting of teeth is so good! Qinglian, your acting skills are really good,
You can play with anything, this is..."
"Go away!" Xu Qinglian pushed with both hands, stared at the innocent man, lowered her head to adjust her clothes, and felt waves of faint electric current.
Wang Ai looked at him with a smile, Xu Qinglian raised her head and said: "You stinking gangster!"
Wang Ai said carelessly: "What's wrong with me playing with my own things?"
Xu Qinglian gritted her teeth: "Well..."
"Don't be impulsive." Wang Ai took two steps back.
Xu Qinglian lowered her head, turned sideways, looked at the man and made a charging gesture: "I will kill you!"
Before she finished speaking, Xu Qinglian rushed forward, and Wang Ai came back the moment he dodged, because there was a door behind him, and he had to slap the door to hide from this stupid wife. Although she kept praising her for being a good buffer, she herself
As I said, it would really hurt if I bumped into something.
So, Xu Qinglian's powerful "Peng" hit Wang Ai's arms, causing Wang Ai's back to hit the door with a bang. Wang Ai still avoided her upper body and focused on hugging her waist.
Xu Qinglian held Wang Ai with both hands and bit her head: "I will bite you to death!"
When they got up from their nap, the women were still sleeping. It was obvious that they were very tired in the morning. Wang Ai checked the window lightly, closed the door, and then went downstairs to greet the guards to go to the club.
That night was the first round of the Champions League knockout match against Naples, and Wang Ai was there to participate in the tactical arrangement. As for playing, it was probably impossible. One was that he had just come back, and the Real Madrid marketing department was still not sure about winning the World Lawrence Football Championship with track and field.
The issue of how to promote "stars" will naturally affect the team's specific arrangements. The other is that the opponent is too weak.
As for the status issues that ordinary stars worry about, Wang Ai is confident that after one and a half seasons of testing, Zidane and the club will begin to be superstitious about his "plug and play" attributes.
At the end of the tactical arrangement, Wang Ai was not on the roster. Zidane even said in front of everyone: "Dear Wang, many shareholders will come to watch the game today. Please say something good for us. It is best to increase the price."
Pay some wages."
Wang Ai had already expected this result, but Wang Ai still felt a little regretful. He had been holding back for more than 20 days and wanted to go out and do some activities. Besides, Messi and Ronaldo have scored a lot of goals in the Champions League this year. If they want to compete for the two awards at the end of the year, this
These are signals that cannot be ignored.
The current super giant war is no longer so vigorous, but it has never stopped. The three of them eat, sleep and take a bath, but they also have one ear to listen to the movements of the other two. As long as the three of them are still in football, this kind of competition is unavoidable.
.After all, they have surpassed their predecessors, suppressed those who came after them, and even crushed other stars of their generation to the point where they could hardly breathe.
The only ones left are the three of them who are rivals. In other words, if you don't fight the other two, there will be no one to fight.
As the sun set, Wang Ai returned home relaxedly. Just as Ronaldo's car arrived, the two briefly chatted on the roadside. In fact, Wang Ai and Ronaldo had a good impression of each other, but the two were
The status in the football world is too high and there are too many things, so there is almost no movement in private.
At 8:40 p.m., Wang Ai and his wife Xu Qinglian appeared in the Bernabeu's personal box. Before that, under the arrangement of the club, he met with several shareholders who did not know how many shares they held. He felt almost like a groupie.
It was also a process of signing autographs and taking photos. After the shareholders withdrew, Wang Ai, under the arrangement of the club, met with Maradona who came to watch the game today.
Wang Ai was a little surprised by Lao Ma's enthusiasm. Many years ago, Wang Ai and Messi competed for the Golden Globe Award, and the two sides were in two camps. Although times have changed, Wang Ai's personal honor cabinet is even better than Lao Ma's.
The couple is much older, but there is no chance to ease the relationship.
It wasn't until the escort left that Lao Ma said something that Wang Ai suddenly understood.
"How long have you known Fidel?"
Lao Ma was born in poverty, and caught up with the upsurge of the international communist movement in his youth, so he had profound left-wing and proletarian thoughts. Later he met Castro and received a lot of attention from Cuba, and his political leanings became more obvious. And Wang Ai not only
Born in a socialist country, and also being friends with Fidel, this made Lao Ma let go of his prejudices in the football world.
The two chatted for more than half an hour, but they didn't talk much about football. They talked about Fidel for most of the time. They each recalled their interactions with Fidel, exchanged their knowledge of Fidel, and lamented the giant together.
's departure.
Before parting, the two took a group photo. Lao Ma even held Wang Ai's hand and said: "I am getting old too. The future of football and the wider world depends on you."
Wang Ai responded briefly: "The red flag never falls, but the ideal will always remain."
Because of these words, Lao Ma hugged Wang Ai again.
"Revolutionary friendship?" After sitting down in the box, Xu Qinglian secretly poked Wang Ai.
Wang Ai tightened his coat: "He is a member of the Cuban Communist Party."
"Oh, that's it." Xu Qinglian suddenly said: "But he drinks alcohol and takes drugs... Hehe, you're not going to be any better either!"
Wang Ai glanced at his wife speechlessly: "Not everyone is a saint. If you really follow the requirements of a saint, you won't be able to grow. Just stick to the bottom line."
"Humph, that's just a theory, it doesn't mean you don't have strict requirements on yourself."
"That's right, but why aren't you a party member?"
"Me? After I returned to China after completing my Ph.D., I almost joined the Jiusan Society. I lost contact with HLJ for two years. When I came back and wanted to reconnect, I engaged in socialist economics. Maybe people thought I was too popular? Anyway, it was gone.
To put it bluntly, there are no units now, and if you want to join the party, there is no place to do so."
While Wang Ai was pondering, Xu Qinglian took his arm and said with a smile: "Let's watch the ball."
This chapter has been completed!