Vol 6 Chapter 207: A large brush with red makeup like a rafter (7)

Unlike the fans who sang and danced, everyone who returned to the locker room was a bit bored. In the first half of the game, both sides kicked a 0:0! Although Wang Ai did not come and Chen Tao did not come back, half of the last World Cup players were still there, and they were even tied in a fight against Iraq?
Asia is not as close as Europe's strength. There is a huge gap between the strength of Asian teams, which makes Lao Gao and even the players themselves not satisfied. If it weren't for everyone's vigorous spirit to fight bravely in the second half, Wang Ai would have been ready to play.
Lao Gao knows what Wang Ai is worried about recently. Considering the average opponent's strength, the national team's substitute also needs training, so he didn't let him go. But if you want to roll over, it's a big deal. Not only did he want Wang Ai to play, he also had to let Wang Ai take good care of the team of players.
No matter how much he beats, he is also a World Cup champion; no matter how he examines himself, he is also a World Cup champion. Two years have passed smoothly, and there is always no environmental pressure to be more motivated.
At the end of the game, Lao Gao, who came back from the press conference, only glanced at the people in the room: "The Lions fight the rabbits with all their strength. No matter how bad the opponent is, we are better than half-hearted. Let alone the World Cup, whichever time we win the Asian Cup. Didn't you use your best?"
After finishing talking, Lao Gao shook his head and left. Tang Yaodong looked at everyone and followed them out without saying anything. Su Maozhen and Li Xiaopeng were late and couldn't say anything. Chen Yang and Ma Dong have always said nothing, only Lao Fan. He couldn't speak too deeply, but clapped his hands with painful expressions: "Lying down, you can't win the ball, my internationals! Don't go out and let people call you uncles."
Everyone silently packed their luggage, went out and boarded the car, headed to the hotel, and in a hurry, they flew home overnight or returned to Europe.
Except during the halftime of today's game, which might be due to the severe situation, Wang Ai was wandering throughout the whole process. The family has not believed yet, but the signs of the little beauty are already very obvious. Maybe it is tonight!
Wang Ai just greeted his teammates hastily and went straight to the airport, and finally waited until the ticket was checked, waited until boarding, waited until takeoff, waited until landing, waited until he got in the car sent by home, waited until he drove to the Summer Palace, waited until the text message said just now Ready for production.
Wang Ai was relieved and leaned back in the chair, my dear daughter, finally let me catch up!
When he stepped into the room door and heard the painful voice of Little Beauty, Wang Ai's luggage rolled to the ground. Regardless of saying hello to anyone, Wang Ai opened the delivery room door in three and two steps.
Sweat wetted her hair and face, the little beauty opened her eyes when she heard the door, and when Wang Ai pounced in front of her, she suddenly choked: "Doctor, I..."
"It doesn't matter, I'm back!" Wang Ai grabbed the little beauty's hand by the bed.
The nurse encouraged by the side: "Put harder, you have already seen your head."
The little beauty panted fiercely, biting her lower lip and pursing her mouth repeatedly, and then she suddenly relaxed. Wang Ai hurriedly turned to look in the direction of the nurse, but saw that there was no joy on the nurse's face, and instead said, "Try harder. …"
Shi Wenjun turned his head to look at Wang Ai, tears rolling down: "Doctor, I, I can't give birth, I'm out of strength."
Wang Ai panted a few times, and while continuing to hold Little Meiren'er's hand, he looked at the nurse: "Is it time for a C-section?"
The nurse looked at the doctor on the side and nodded: "Yes, but from our experience, it is still possible to give birth normally. This is better for the child and the mother. Is there any way you can motivate the mother? It's almost impossible."
Wang Ai thought for two seconds, then suddenly shouted outside: "Li Jun, Li Jun!"
With the sound of footsteps outside, Wang Ai felt that Little Beauty’s grasping her hand suddenly tightened, suddenly realizing something was wrong, and shouting again: "Don't come in."
Outside Li Jun suddenly stopped in a panic. At this moment, he didn't want to spit out "Will you let me in?" He listened to Wang Ai shouting in the room: "Li Jun, go and give the gift I ordered to the nurse."
Suddenly, Li Jun turned around and ran to the luggage, hurriedly tore open the zipper, took out a light-colored dark flower box, held it in both hands and handed it to the nurse who came out: "Shen."
The nurse took it carefully, but still shook her hand under pressure. Fortunately, Li Jun gave it a hand and didn't fall.
The nurse walked into the room with the gift box in both hands, and handed it to Wang Ai, who had already stretched out a hand, and reminded: "Shen."
Wang Ai took it with one hand and put it on his knees with a sound, and tore off the painted seal called a work of art. In the curious eyes of the little beauty, he held something, took it out, and put it on the bed with one hand lightly. Push and unfold.
Surprisingly it is a folding fan.
The little beauty saw it clearly, and when she looked at Wang Ai, she couldn't help but smile: "Too, too..."
"It's vulgar, isn't it?" Wang Ai lit the fan bone: "Golden, pure gold."
I clicked on the fan again: "Silver."
I clicked on the fan pendant again: "Ruby, sapphire, opal..."
The little beauty noticed that Wang Ai's palm was deeply pressed: "It's so heavy, who shook it?"
Wang Ai shook his head: "I asked the old professors of Guobo to order this fan for me. Look at the reliefs and patterns on the bones of the fan, look at the hollows on the fan, and look at the light transmittance of the falling gemstone. ?"
Speaking of this, Wang Ai closed the fan with one hand and gently placed it next to Shi Wenjun’s pillow, leaning close to the eyes of the little beauty who looked directly at the little beauty:
In case I lose my luck in the future and my family is ruined, as long as this With the fan, our children can live their lives without worrying about food and clothing."
Little Beauty looked at Wang Ai's eyes, pursed her mouth and twitched her nose, let go of Wang Ai's hand, Wang Ai put one end of the fan in her palm, and she closed her eyes: "Um..."
The naughty little girl finally came to the new world. Mother, father, doctors, nurses, grandpa, and grandma were all sweating. It stands to reason that the dystocia should not be born. Pay attention to the diet during pregnancy and the child is not big. The main reason is that the mother has a mental burden.
Different from Huang Xin's peace and Leo Ni's free and easy, Little Beauty has always been entangled, the relationship with Wang Ai, complicated family, traditional beliefs, the difficulty of pregnancy, and the future of her daughter. So that the two hours that weren't difficult at first, in her sense, it seemed like parting from life and death.
Although it is difficult to give birth, the recovery is quick. When Wang Ai entered the room early the next morning, Little Beauty was already drinking porridge by the bed.
"All right?"
"Yeah." The little beauty smiled: "Be quiet, just fell asleep."
Wang Ai nodded and approached his daughter: "Brows are like you, and she will be a pretty girl in the future. By the way, where's the fan?"
Shi Wenjun gave Wang Ai a white look: "Except for stone which is iron, you call it a fan? Isn't that a stick?"
Wang Ai blinked at the sound, and stretched out his hand: "Then you pay me back, I'll give you another one."
"No...you don't need to look for it. I have lived in this house for more than a year, and you are not as familiar with me!"