Vol 4 Chapter 524: White Moonlight in London (10)

After recovering at home for two days, Wang Ai's strain gradually eased, and it still hurts a bit now, but he is no longer limping. It is probably because sharing the same bed released Xu Qinglian's repressed personality. In the past two days, she learned Wang Ai's lame posture like a thief, which also forced Wang Ai to recover as soon as possible.
On the morning of April 30, Wang Ai read the morning newspaper at home, focusing on rumors of various transfers. Although he is basically leaving and he is optimistic about Inter Milan, however, after all, the initiative is not in his hands. If the Chelsea Lions speak loudly, Moratti may be scared off.
With Wang Ai’s current performance, Chelsea dare to ask for 70 million euros!
Therefore, it is not impossible for Wang Ai to stay at Chelsea next season. Of course, since the Bosman Act came out, the players' right to speak has increased a lot. Although the Bosman Act only stipulates "contract expiration and free transfer", it is also very helpful to players during the contract period. For example, Wang Ai, he still has a three-year contract with Chelsea. If Chelsea is stuck with various conditions, he will not let anyone go. Then Wang Ai will have a hard time with Chelsea for three years. He will resolutely not renew his contract within three years and leave free at the beginning of the three years. .
So we can discuss as much as we can, and if you don't do anything about it, you will lose out.
The players themselves do not want to leave, and the club is subject to certain restrictions if they want to sell. The bigger the star’s contract, the more detailed and complicated the contract terms. For example, the contract signed by Wang Ai and Chelsea stipulates that: if the league scores more than 10 goals, the target must be the top five league teams; if the target is more than 20, the target must be the top ranked last season Ten of the top five league teams; more than 30 goals, must be a team that is eligible for the Champions League next season.
Reading the newspaper all morning, after having a meal at home at noon, Wang Ai put on his formal clothes and brought all his men to the Chinese Embassy in North London.
When Wang Ai arrived, Ambassador Cha was chatting with Ambassador Fu, and at a glance, he saw Wang Ai and the group of people walk in, beckoned, and Wang Ai adjusted his clothes. Ambassador Cha is okay. I have been familiar with it for more than two years. Ambassador Fu doesn't know him. He is still a woman, so Wang Ai has to pay attention to his appearance.
Ambassador Cha was full of spring breeze, and looked up and down Wang Ai: "What a spirited guy! Come, let me introduce you."
With that, Wang Ai was introduced to Ambassador Fu, and Wang Ai stretched out his hands to shake hands with the new leader.
Ambassador Cha pulled Wang Ai and sat down: "Has the leg injury recovered?"
Wang Ai smiled and nodded: "He recovered faster than expected."
"In the past few days, domestic newspapers are worried that you will not be able to play in the Asian Cup. This time I have returned to China and can watch the Asian Cup."
"When are you leaving?"
"The plane tomorrow afternoon."
"Huh! The club is going to Liverpool, I can't make it up to take you on the plane."
"You don't need to send it, you have to delay me to get to the airport."
"That's okay, eh, I will give you a souvenir." Wang Ai brought a gift box.
Wang Ai held his hand in his hand and said, "Leader, it has been more than two years, thanks to your care. If you don't say it, I know it, you have said good things to me, and introduced many leaders and friends to me. I have nothing else. If it’s good for you, I’ll give you a football."
As soon as Ambassador Cha heard it was a football, he smiled and took it. The lid of the gift box was unbuttoned. He opened it by hand. It was a standard Premier League ball Total90Aerow: a ribbon surrounded by a ribbon, two circles at each end, and one on the head. Nike logo.
It's just that there is a line of Chinese and English on the white skin, "The new record-setting ball of the Premier League shooter, 06/07 season, Wang Ai, 35, April 18."
Ambassador Cha hesitated, "Is this expensive?"
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "After all, it is a football. It has a bit of commemorative significance, but it can't sell at a higher price."
"Okay." Ambassador Cha was not polite: "The kid in the family just likes you, this is right for him. Well, I'll give you a gift too."
As he said, Ambassador Cha touched his pocket, took out a tube of hero pen and placed it in Wang Ai's hand: "I have used this pen for nearly a year. No major incidents have happened, but I signed it for those coming and going. Many documents are a testimony to my work. I will give them to you when I leave. I hope you will continue to work hard."
Wang Ai treasured them away, ready to go home, put a sticker on it, and put it in his warehouse.
Both of them are big people and busy people, and Wang Ai is not good at delaying others for too long. After seeing it almost, he left in advance.
Coming out of the main entrance, Portland Avenue at the entrance was the setting sun, a cloud of fire.
Wang Ai stood on the street and stared for a long time, and the ancient poetry said: Parting from you, you are both eunuchs.
Probably because of the same reason that he was leaving London, Wang Ai was not in high spirits tonight. He came out of the gym at 11 o'clock at night, took a shower in the upper bedroom, and threw himself on the bed casually.
This is the third day they have been in the same bed. Wang Ai lay on the bed and muttered: "Why are you still up? Feeling uncomfortable again? I'll get you a glass of water?"
For a while, no one said anything, Wang Ai twisted his head from the pillow and saw Xu Qinglian had just turned her back and turned her back to him.
"Huh?" Wang Ai was surprised. He stretched out his hand to scratch her shoulder and heard Xu Qinglian's suffocating laugh.
Wang Ai was even more weird. He simply grew his upper body and grabbed Xu Qinglian's arm: "What's wrong with you? Did you steal something from the embassy?"
Xu Qinglian continued to laugh. Wang Ai put his head to Xu Qinglian's ear and walked around to look at her. She glanced at Wang Ai with a slanted smile, and then whispered: "Yesterday, I went clean yesterday."
"Oh!" Wang Ai was relieved, he slapped himself on the pillow again, and then, ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds... Wang Ai jumped up suddenly: "I left yesterday, why didn't you tell me?"
"Haha, you didn't ask me!" Xu Qinglian laughed loudly.
"I……"
Wang Ai turned over and couldn't help but say, with a busy schedule, it was finally at the last moment. The two faced each other and opened their mouths at the same time.
"You speak first." Wang Ai said first.
Xu Qinglian didn't sneer this time, staring at Wang Ai and said, "From now on, you must remember to feed me, tickle me, and play with me."
Wang Aimo touched Xu Qinglian's knee and frowned, "I have no interest in cats."
"Don't come to you!" Xu Qinglian laughed and hit Wang Ai: "What did you want to say?"
"Hey." Wang Ai shook his hands left and right: "It's too familiar to start."
"You...ah!" Xu Qinglian opened her mouth, gasping fiercely for seven or eight times, and couldn't help crying a little: "Didn't you say it's not good to start?"
"Who told you to lie to me?" Wang Ai leaned down and firmly controlled the big beauty.
The big beauty took a breath, until the end of the difficulty, did she come out, relaxed her body, and muttered, "I'm done."
After Wang Ai heard it, he raised his head from the side of Xu Qinglian's head, looked down, and moved closer, Xu Qinglian responded enthusiastically.
Half an hour later, Wang Ai stopped, and then hugged Xu Qinglian out of bed to go to the bathroom, but was pushed out and asked him to clean the bed.
After tidying up the bed, Wang Ai went to the bathroom next door and rushed briefly. When he came back, Xu Qinglian was about to come out.
"Hey, look, the moon is very big tonight." Xu Qinglian sat on the bedside facing the window and opened a corner of the curtain.
Moonlight enters the room, shines on the face in front of the window, shines on the face on the bed.
Wang Ai lay and tilted his head: "It's fifteen."
"Look, it's like water." Xu Qinglian turned and smiled, reaching out and pressing into the moonlight.
The green fingers flicked, and the moonlight looked like intermittent water, a little bit, filling Wang Ai.