Wang Ai heyed twice, carried Huang Xin onto the bed, and placed him next to Xu Qinglian. He lowered his head and faced Huang Xin's pale face. After looking at it for a while, he moved away and smiled in her ear: "I'll spare you for today, be good."
rest."
After finishing speaking, Wang Ai bent down to pick up Kangsi and placed her on the bed. Of course, the presidential suite was not cold, but lying on the ground or on the sofa was uncomfortable.
After covering the three of them with quilts, Wang Ai went to the bathroom to wash up briefly and change clothes. Before going out, he glanced at the Golden Globe trophy that shone more and more in the morning light, and walked towards the door with a silent smile.
"What are you going to do?"
Huang Xin spoke out, Xu Qinglian was still lying down, but turned her head sideways, Kang Si rubbed her eyes, and all three of them woke up.
Wang Ai turned around and smiled: "It's a new day."
After closing the door, Wang Ai raised his head and smiled silently. The bathrobe fell apart as soon as he moved. Huang Xin was not as big as Xu Qinglian, but she was still upright, delicate and cute.
The morning breeze was blowing, and Wang Ai's steps were brisk. There was no training requirement this morning, just to protect the biological clock, so he came back in half an hour.
I originally planned to peek at the beauty sleeping, but I didn't expect that the three of them had already gotten up and cleaned up quickly. At this time, Shrapuna and the guards also came over, so Wang Ai had to give up his bad taste and everyone got down together.
He went upstairs to have breakfast. Then he met up with his teammates, boss, and manager. There was still a lot of work waiting for him in London.
Today at Stamford Bridge, there is a Chelsea fan meeting, specially designed for the first self-cultivated Ballon d'Or in the team's history. This is another peak moment in the club's century-old history.
At the airport, on the road, and at Stamford Bridge, fans escorted us all the way and reporters chased us. The Blues opened the stadium for free today. Since it was a working day, many people who were not Chelsea fans also mingled in to witness the "gain" of London City.
’s first Ballon d’Or trophy.
If Wang Ai hadn't left, the honorary citizen of London would have dared to think about it; if he hadn't refused last year, he would have been the one to receive the royal honor!
He was busy until the lights came on, and Wang Ai returned to his home in Cobham exhausted. Although he didn't drink today and had some free time, he was too tired, and his lively beauties were also tired, so Wang Ai was not at all charming.
I had no idea at all, so I exercised for an hour and then went upstairs to sleep.
The next morning, Wang Ai held his trophy, wore his "Valentino" brand youth clothes, and came to the Chinese Embassy in the UK with a bright smile. Since it was already the second day, and the British society and culture were not like
France is so romantic and affectionate, so the "courtesy" has been reduced, at least there is no big fanfare of lining up outside the door to welcome you.
This also made Wang Ai secretly breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure was too great.
However, the program in the embassy was exactly the same as that of the French Embassy. There were also overseas Chinese, Chinese-funded institutions, representatives of international students, and envoys from friendly countries. It was also a cocktail party. Wang Ai also went through the same process, too.
After almost all the outsiders have left, we can calm down and have a good meal.
It was only then that Ambassador Fu showed Wang Ai the various newspapers published in the country today, and turned on the TV to play a clip from last night's "News Network". The host delivered "good news" to the people of the country.
The news of Wang Ai winning the Golden Globe was immediately reported, and a one-and-a-half minute Golden Globe feature film was even attached.
In addition, the State Sports General Administration, the All-China Sports Federation, and the National Olympic Organizing Committee once again jointly sent a congratulatory message to Wang Ai. The congratulatory message was equally enthusiastic, with both encouragement and expectations. Although it was somewhat stylized, you can still taste the draft between the lines.
People's excitement. After all, football is the biggest sport, with fans from all walks of life and in every corner.
In the evening, Wang Aicai took various gifts, newspapers, and congratulatory messages to say goodbye to Ambassador Fu and other leaders and colleagues.
After hurriedly returning home, Kang Si and Yan Zhu had already packed up. They had been busy these days, so in order to ensure high energy, Zhao Dan and Tang Mudan accompanied Wang Ai during the day. When leaving for Australia in the evening, Xu Qinglian's bodyguard was temporarily deployed
Liu Dingxiang replaced Zhao Dan.
The group of four hurried to Heathrow Airport and passed through the VIP channel. Wang Ai, wearing a baseball cap and ski goggles, quietly appeared in the first class cabin.
As soon as Wang Ai's face appeared, he attracted the attention of the entire cabin. Although he was covered up, his large photos were overwhelming. Fortunately, people still maintained the last trace of caution and politeness and just looked at it.
Wang Ai originally wanted to be quiet, but the scene at the moment also made him a little dazed. He was not sure if everyone recognized it, and he was not sure whether he should go to his place to sleep quietly or say hello to everyone first.
At this time, a golden-haired girl who was about four years old jumped out of the chair, ran to Wang Ai in a few steps, raised her head and said, "wiwi, is that you?"
Wang Ai smiled, and this time he was completely exposed. Low laughter sounded in the airport. He put his hands on his knees and looked at the girl: "No, it's not me."
Although the girl was a little confused, she was easy to fool after all: "Well, I'm sorry, sir."
After saying that, she ran back. Her mother was so happy that she couldn't hold back. Wang Ai had no choice but to shout from behind: "Hi, girl, look back."
The running girl paused in confusion, turned around, and saw the tall man in the cabin passage. He smiled, took off his baseball cap and sunglasses, and waved to her.
The girl made an exaggerated expression of opening her eyes and taking in a breath, looked back at her mother, then ran back with a scream and threw herself into Wang Ai's arms, shouting wiwi, wiwi non-stop.
Passengers applauded, whistled, shook hands, hugged, congratulated, and took photos. Wang Ai held the child in a circle and finally handed it to her mother. When they were about to leave, the girl still held on to her mother’s low-pitched urging.
Wang Ai smiled, took off the baseball cap and put it on the child's head. Unfortunately, it was too big, and it hit her chin, so she had to turn the brim of the hat back to reveal her surprised little face.
After thinking about it, Wang Ai took off the ski goggles from his forehead and put them on the child's hand: "Pinocchio doesn't dare to lie anymore, this is his gift to you."
The sunset was blazing, the cabin gradually became quiet, and Wang Ai went to bed early.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed in Sydney. After saying goodbye to everyone, Wang Ai left the airport and got into the van rented by the Football Association. Zhang Jilong sat in the passenger seat with a smile and looked back: "Xiao Wang, congratulations to you."
"Why are you here in person?"
"Are you a great hero? If you hadn't had time to return to China, the leaders of your family would have picked you up at the airport."
"Then it's good that I don't go back." Wang Ai said happily: "You can use me as a mutton kebab."
Zhang Jilong deliberately teased Wang Ai: "It's not like you didn't take it?"
Wang Ai was not drinking at this moment. He rolled his eyes and said, "Are you bullying me for not sleeping well? If you really want to cheat me like this, then I would rather take the trophy back than the person."
