Vol 5 Chapter 190: Style (ten)

From Beyond Entertainment, Wang Ai is still thinking that this film is a relatively warm youth story as a whole, but it is based on the role of people in the football industry. Relying on the good results of the Olympic Games and the endorsements of various football players, there should be no money loss.
As for making money, Wang Ai doesn't think about it. That's what the director and producer are worried about. Wang Ai just needs to be in charge of this film and not let the football players scold his mother.
I had dinner in Dongcheng District. After the meal, Wang Ai took the embarrassed Xu Qinglian out. To ensure that Xu Qinglian would not go back, Wang Ai temporarily took out the Olympic gold medal from the honor cabinet.
This gold medal inlaid with white jade was placed in the best position of the honor cabinet by Wang Ai. With this gold medal, Wang Ai dared to stand up in front of his colleagues in the national sports industry and say: I am also the best athlete. Although his Xinhua News Agency's top ten athletes of the year have won many times, it is because the overall level of football is not good, not that he is really respected by his peers.
Without a gold medal, at best it is a sports star, not a first-class athlete. The old minds in sports still like this. Otherwise, everyone will only say that Wang Ai takes advantage of Chinese football, or that he can make money most. Speaking of grades, I just pouted.
This time it was finally done, after all the hardships, the gold medal was in hand. Now that there are achievements and strengths, no one will say anything about the status of the top sports star in China. After all, football, the largest sport, has both advantages and original sins. There are too many competitors and it is the most difficult to win the championship.
Feedback from the outside world is still brewing. It is estimated that Wang Ai will be at the top of the top ten athletes at the end of the year, and China Lawrence should have him. No longer, Wang Ai should be in the High Heaven Hall: Too Nima to bully others.
However, these are not in Wang Ai's heart. As soon as he returned to Houhai's house, Wang Ai anxiously dragged Xu Qinglian into the bedroom.
"Oh, stop making trouble, it's only six o'clock."
"It's okay, I'm long, don't you know?"
After half-pushing and half-pushing, Wang Ai leaned back against the wall, and Xu Qinglian squatted in front of her and rolled her eyes, "Turn off the lights."
Wang Ai agreed, and when he leaned back, the light in the bedroom went out.
On the wall between the window and the door, Wang Ai raised his head, feeling a hand catching it, followed by a warm touch and breath. After a while, I felt that Xu Qinglian's strength had lightened, and she should be tired, so Wang Ai took the initiative and Xu Qinglian simply stayed still.
The clock on the wall showed that 15 minutes had passed. In the dimness of the room, Wang Ai's vision was very clear. He saw Xu Qinglian closing his eyes and letting him show, a smirk climbed on his face, and he leaned back while taking advantage of a recovery. On the wall, the warm sconce lights up.
Xu Qinglian's eyelids moved, and Wang Ai quickly closed her mouth, pretending that it hadn't happened.
Xu Qinglian blushed, but still did not open her eyes, pretending that it did not happen.
Her hair was flowing on the tips of Wang Ai's fingers, her expression was shy, aggrieved, and there was a trace of stubbornness that the old lady would never give in despite your bullying.
After a while, Xu Qinglian coughed, opened her eyes and hid herself, shaking her body: "Tired."
Wang Ai lowered his head to discuss: "You will get tired if you only rely on the length of your feet to grasp the balance. You can change the method, hehe."
Xu Qinglian wiped the corners of her mouth and gave Wang Ai a white look. She looked down at the gap between the two feet. She looked very embarrassed. She listened to Wang Ai's urging: "Hurry up. I have analyzed it with you, the desire to conquer."
Xu Qinglian took a deep breath: "If you turn on the light again, I will be angry."
Wang Ai fully agreed, went to bed with a high jump, and came back holding the two big pillows: "Hey, save the knee pain."
Xu Qinglian couldn't help but, after Wang Ai leaned back and turned off the light, she finally gently pressed the pillow and straightened her body.
Wang Ai was very proud. After restarting, he didn't know that the muscles were wrong and sang: "This worship, the spring breeze meets the friend...
Xu Qinglian pushed Wang Ai away to stand up, and Wang Ai knelt down with a bang, and then sang: "Peach blossoms also smile on the altar..."
Wang Ai decided to accept it as soon as he saw it. The days were still growing, so he helped Xu Qinglian, who was a little difficult, to stand up and go to the bathroom together.
"Are you satisfied?" Xu Qinglian looked at Wang Ai in the mirror with a low expression as she fetched water.
Wang Ai flashed his mind, pulled Xu Qinglian's body, holding her face and kissing.
"dirty……"
"What's dirty?" Wang Ai pointed to himself, "I am clean, and you are also clean."
Back on the bed, Xu Qinglian pushed Wang Ai's chest: "From now on, you must not dislike me."
Accompanied by the heavy breathing of the two, Wang Ai stopped moving his elbows to Xu Qinglian's side and looked directly at her beautiful eyes: "That's just a game. I'm still full of obsession with you."
"Why? You have got everything from me."
"Because of your nature." Wang Ai lowered his head and bite for a while before raising his head again: "I have lived in my house for seven years before giving it to me, living with me for a year and a half until today. You are so special that you deserve me, no ?"
Xu Qinglian looked at Wang Ai, suddenly closed her eyes and tilted her head: "It seems that you have been fooled again...Uh..."
At nine o'clock in the evening, the wind and rain stopped. The two hugged each other and watched TV for a while before resting together.
But the next day, Xu Qinglian ran to Shenyang. After Wang Ai hung up the phone, she just chuckled, waiting to go to Italy!
Wang Ai also started to get busy, following the Olympic Games everywhere, and busy with his own affairs in his free time. Until the afternoon of August 28, he and the Olympic Games, the Chinese Football Association, and the Chinese football players have a total of more than 200. People, collectively went to the premiere of the movie "Decent".
Rong Zhixing is here too. He is the one who is filming. The old man is still reviewing the script himself. He will come anyway. Some of his former international teammates were unable to come, but promised to wait for the film to be released nationwide.
A lot of reporters and fans came, lively on the red carpet at the entrance of the theater. Walking on the red carpet with Wang Ai is Liu Ailing, the vice chairman of the Beijing Football Association. They are also old acquaintances. After dealing with reporters, they responded that when the fans walked into the theater, Liu Ailing also joked with Wang Ai. .
Wang Ai asked Ailing Liu to sit down and point to the black screen in front of him and said, "If you don't lose money, it will always be your turn."
"Can't lose money, don't you have you?"
"You can't just rely on me, Sister Liu." Wang Ai shook his head: "I intend to make a sports film into a series. After all, it depends on the quality of the film itself. This is the first time. It’s okay to come and join in, and you have to rely on yourself in the future."
"Yes." Liu Ailing took off her hat and leaned back in the chair to think.