Vol 4 Chapter 505: Boxes at Stamford Bridge (1)

The flight was flying in the sky, Wang Ai curled up on the chair, sideways with the troubled tangle. He understood the little hair a little, and drank some wine to forget everything. It may indeed be a way to relieve the burden. But Wang Aiming knew that it was to drink thirst to quench thirst, and it must not be used.
On this issue, almost no one can help him. Whether it is the Football Association or the elders, these years have formed some kind of "intellectual dependence" on Wang Ai, and his intelligence has become a part of Chinese football. If you say no, leaders will not agree. For example, what kind of valuable information did he bring to the Olympic Games? Dong Fangzhuo was at Manchester United, and Lao Gao didn't give him a similar task.
With three points of worry, Wang Ai fell asleep, and Kang Si quietly pulled a blanket for Wang Aila.
To Guangzhou, it is already a clear blue sky. Since Ma Dong is now following Lao Gao in the Olympic Games, Wu Jingui came to pick up this time.
"Meet Xiao Wang again! I have been at home for the past six months and read your news all day, huh, surprises!"
Wang Ai grinned and shook hands with Wu Jingui.
After separating, Wu Jingui frowned and looked at Wang Ai: "Xiao Wang, are you uncomfortable?"
"One point." Wang Ai subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows. "It may be a jet lag."
Wu Jingui nodded, but he was suspicious in his heart: How many years old have you been a "flying man"? You were sitting in the Chelsea bench the day before yesterday, surely nothing happened. Psychologically? Your Golden Globe Award, World Footballer's double-double, personal fourth Asian Footballer, this season's Premier League Golden Boots have also been booked by you early, what are you worried about?
Is it...love?
Wu Jingui was full of brains, Hu Zhuo thought, he was not too familiar with Wang Ai, and basically stayed in the working relationship, and had little contact in life, so it is impossible to guess why Wang Ai was troubled.
At the Baiyun Hotel in Guangzhou, Wang Ai unexpectedly saw Shi Wenjun. The first football festival in May is about to start, and she still has a lot of things to report to Wang Ai in person. Anyway, it is not important for her to sum up the friendly games and warm-up games, so she first came to Guangzhou to wait for Wang Ai.
Wang Ai frowned as soon as she saw her. Recently, she was worrying about herself too much. However, the football festival was very important, and Wang Ai had to take up his spirit to discuss with Shi Wenjun one by one. In addition to a short trip to the training ground to report to the national team coaching team, plus short training, they were all in the room of Baiyun Hotel Study this with Shi Wenjun.
It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening when the lantern was at the beginning, and the two tired young people relieved together, and finally cleared the football festival from beginning to end.
Shi Wenjun asked: "Xiao Wang, are you uncomfortable?"
Wang Ai booth closed his eyes on the sofa: "Do you know to ask?"
Shi Wenjun pursed his lips and looked at Wang Ai's complexion before he could not hold back. With her proud temperament, this was the greatest tolerance.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ai didn't let her go: "You've already seen that I'm uncomfortable, right? Okay, do I have to wait until everything is done before I care about me?"
"Who really has to get a football festival? Did I mention it? You just say something, I have been busy for half a year, and I will ask you a few questions now, are you impatient? I'm already impatient !"
Wang Ai opened his eyes and looked at the angry little beauty. Mobilizing an entire province’s elementary and middle schools to concentrate on the football festival, this work really surpassed Shi Wenjun’s ability, even with the multi-year foundation of the idiot cup, she is not after Huang Xin’s many years in sports, after all, she is in the food industry , She is a philanthropist. It's really not easy to be able to manipulate things.
So even if Wang Ai was very upset and tired, she didn’t have the heart to quarrel with her, but she didn’t have the ability to coax her. She had to look at her for a while and suddenly said,
Let’s go out for dinner? I’ve been to Guangzhou many times, but local It's delicious, I haven't really eaten it."
He stood up and walked to Shi Wenjun’s front, bent down, and pressed the of her right hand when she didn’t know when she always started to frown, pushing to each side:
Okay, you worked hard, I Will you please eat, okay?"
Shi Wenjun pushed off Wang Ai's finger angrily, and instead pressed it, leaning his head on the sofa and gazing at the ceiling: "Exhausted old lady! Your grandfather Wang nodded."
Shi Wenjun put on a relaxed expression and looked at Wang Ai: "Oh, what's wrong with you? Isn't it smooth?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "Recently in a downturn, no goals were scored."
Shi Wenjun chuckled: "It's normal if you don't score a goal when you come here? Isn't this normal? Then what nuclear warheads didn't enter in 15 games? Isn't it what you do? I think you just think too much many!"
"Eh? It makes sense. When it comes to my heart, let's walk around. Let's find a good place to talk while eating!"
"I'm not going, I'm not going!" Shi Wenjun refused: "It's okay to eat in the hotel. I have to go back tomorrow, and it's less than a month away."
"That wouldn't delay eating!" Wang Ai grabbed Shi Wenjun's two hands and dragged her.
Shi Wenjun couldn't help it. After all, she was not as tired as Leoni. She still paid attention to her manners, so she had to stand up with Wang Ai and asked, "What do you eat?"
Wang Ai was not very clear, so he said: "I heard that Cantonese morning tea is famous..."
"What time is it for morning tea?" Shi Wenjun complained of rebirth.
Yan Zhu, Zhao Dan, and Shi Wenjun’s two defenders were chatting in the opposite house. When Wang Ai and Shi Wenjun came out, they stood up one after another. Wang Ai casually said: "Kang Si... er, Yan brother, what is good in Guangzhou? Is there a restaurant? Shall we have some authentic Cantonese food?"
"Yes!" Yan Zhu nodded calmly: "I asked someone just now, but a better reservation is needed."
"How long to wait?"
"I'll check it out. It's nine o'clock in the evening. The peak period is over and it should be easier to book."
Listening to Yan Zhu's slow ordering, Wang Ai looked at Wen Jun's two female defenders. Her defense is also relatively late, probably because of her part-time job as Wang Ai's domestic agent. Of course, the small size of the fool food and the low output value also affected her status until after the fool food entered Sichuan.
The two female defenders are heroic, and their face values ​​are higher than those of Xu Qinglian, Leoni, and Huang Xin. This is probably the hobby of the little beauty.
Wang Aizheng was chatting with the two defenders, and Yan Zhu had hung up the phone over there.
Zhao Dan borrowed a van from the hotel and the group happily went to dinner. Unexpectedly, at the dinner table, Shi Wenjun mentioned Huang Xin: "Sister Huang Xin has encountered some troubles, do you know?"