The flight was flying in the sky, and Wang Ai curled up on the chair, leaning sideways and struggling in distress. He understood Xiao Mao a little. Drinking some wine and forgetting everything might indeed be a way to relieve the burden. But Wang Aiming knew that it was drinking poison to quench thirst, and he must not do it.
use.
On this issue, almost no one can help him. Whether it is the Football Association or Lao Gao, they have formed a certain "intellectual dependence" on Wang Ai over the years, and his intelligence has become a part of Chinese football. You
Even if he said he didn't want to, the leaders would not agree. For example, how could he use the valuable information he gave to the Olympic Games without thinking? When Dong Fangzhuo was at Manchester United, Lao Gao did not give him a similar task.
With a lot of sadness, Wang Ai fell into a deep sleep, and Kang Si quietly pulled Wang Ai's blanket next to her.
When we arrived in Guangzhou, it was already clear skies. Since Ma Dong was at the National Olympics with Lao Gao, it was Wu Jingui who came to pick him up this time.
"Meet Xiao Wang again! I've been at home for the past six months and read your news all day long. Oh, I've been full of surprises!"
Wang Ai grinned, shook hands with Wu Jingui and hugged him.
After they separated, Wu Jingui frowned and looked at Wang Ai: "Xiao Wang, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"A little bit." Wang Ai subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows: "Maybe it's the jet lag."
Wu Jingui nodded, but he was confused: You have been a "flying man" for many years, how can jet lag still bother you? You were sitting on Chelsea's bench the day before yesterday, so you must be fine physically. Mentally? You are golden
Award, second place in the World Footballer of the Year, and fourth Asian Footballer of the Year. You have also booked the Premier League Golden Boot this season early. What else do you have to worry about?
Could it be... love?
Wu Jingui was full of thoughts. He didn't know Wang Ai very well. They basically only had a working relationship. They had very little contact in life, so he couldn't guess why Wang Ai was distressed.
Arriving at the Baiyun Hotel in Guangzhou, Wang Ai unexpectedly met Shi Wenjun. The first football festival in May was about to start, and she still had many things to report to Wang Ai face to face. Anyway, she was planning friendly matches and warm-up matches.
It wasn't important, so I went to Guangzhou first to wait for Wang Ai.
Wang Ai frowned when he saw her. There were too many things bothering him recently. But the football festival was of great importance, so Wang Ai had to cheer up and discuss it with Shi Wenjun one by one, except for a short trip to the training ground.
In addition to reporting to the national team coaching staff and a short training session, I spent all my time in the Baiyun Hotel room studying this matter with Shi Wenjun.
It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening, when the lights came on, that the two tired young men breathed a sigh of relief together and finally figured out the football festival from beginning to end.
Shi Wenjun then asked: "Xiao Wang, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wang Ai lay on the sofa with his eyes closed: "You know and still ask?"
Shi Wenjun pursed her lips and looked at Wang Ai's face, which was not very healthy, so she could not hold back her words. With her proud temper, this was the greatest tolerance she could give.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ai did not let her go: "By the way, you have already seen that I am uncomfortable, right? Okay, do you have to wait until everything is over before you care about me?"
"Who really insists on having a football festival? Did I mention it? Just say something casually. I have been busy for more than half a year, and now I am asking you a few questions. Are you still impatient? I have been impatient for a long time.
!”
Wang Ai opened one eye and looked at the angry little beauty. Mobilizing an entire province's primary and secondary schools to participate in the football festival was really beyond Shi Wenjun's ability. Even with his years of experience in the Idiot Cup, it was not enough.
After all, she is not in sports for many years like Huang Xin, she is in the food industry, she is a philanthropist. It is indeed not easy to be able to handle things in every possible way.
So even though Wang Ai was very troubled and tired, he didn't have the heart to argue with her, but he really couldn't coax her, so he had to look at her for a long time and suddenly said: "Let's go out to eat? I have been to Guangzhou many times, but the local
It’s so delicious, I’ve never had it before.”
After saying that, she stood up, walked to Shi Wenjun, bent down, put two fingers of her right hand on her frowning eyebrows from unknown time, and pushed them to both sides: "Okay, thank you for your hard work.
Invite you to dinner, okay?"
Shi Wenjun pushed Wang Ai's finger away angrily, and pressed it himself. He leaned his head on the sofa and stared at the ceiling: "I'm so exhausted! You, Mr. Wang, nodded."
Shi Wenjun put on a relaxed expression and looked at Wang Ai: "By the way, what's wrong with you? Isn't it going well?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "I have been in a sluggish state recently and haven't scored a goal."
Shi Wenjun sneered: "If you don't score in a game, the sky will fall? Isn't this normal? Then the nuclear warhead hasn't scored in 15 games? Isn't it supposed to be done? I think you just think too much.
many!"
"Eh? That makes sense. It's on my mind. Let's go for a walk. Let's find a good place to eat and talk at the same time!"
"I won't go, I won't go!" Shi Wenjun refused: "I can have something to eat at the hotel, but I have to go back tomorrow. It's less than a month from now."
"Then don't delay eating!" Wang Ai grabbed Shi Wenjun's hands and pulled her hard.
Shi Wenjun had no choice. After all, she was not as lazy as Leonie. She still paid attention to her demeanor, so she had to stand up with Wang Ai and asked as she walked: "What are you eating?"
Wang Ai didn't know much, so he just said casually: "I heard that Cantonese morning tea is very famous..."
"What time is morning tea?" Shi Wenjun resented again.
Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan and Shi Wenjun's two guards were chatting in the opposite room. When they saw Wang Ai and Shi Wenjun coming out, they all stood up. Wang Ai casually said: "Kang Si... uh, Brother Yan, what's so good about Guangzhou?"
Isn’t there a restaurant? Let’s eat some authentic Guangzhou cuisine?”
"Yes!" Yan Zhu nodded calmly: "I asked someone just now, but the better ones require reservations."
"How long do we have to wait?"
"I'll contact you and see. It's nine o'clock in the evening now. It's past the peak period, so it should be easier to book."
Listening to Yan Zhu ordering food slowly, Wang Ai glanced at Shi Wenjun's two female bodyguards. Her bodyguards were appointed later, probably because she worked part-time as Wang Ai's domestic agent. Of course, idiot
The scale of the food was small and the output value was not high, which also affected its status until Stupid Food entered Sichuan.
The two female guards are heroic and have better looks than Xu Qinglian, Leonie, and Huang Xin. This is probably the little beauty's hobby.
Wang Ai was chatting with two guards, and Yan Zhu had already hung up the phone: "There happens to be a free seat, go directly."
Zhao Dan borrowed a van from the hotel and the group went to have a feast happily. Unexpectedly, at the dinner table, Shi Wenjun mentioned Huang Xin: "Sister Huang Xin has encountered some troubles, do you know?"
