Vol 7 Chapter 173: Fragrant River Seven Days (3)

Xu Qinglian turned to look at Wang Ai, her expression gradually softened: "Don't blame me, my emotions have not been right since I got pregnant. It's you who is amazing, even though I've been hiding at home these few days, my ears are about to fill up. Sister Xiuyun, Defenders, TV and newspaper networks, your news is everywhere."
Wang Ai smiled and focused: "That's because you only have me in your eyes, so even a little bit of news will fill your vision."
A smile bloomed on Xu Qinglian's slightly fat face: "But three consecutive triple crowns, eight consecutive European Golden Boots, seven top league titles in eleven years, is this a little bit?"
Wang Ai also smiled brightly: "It's a bit big."
"China Youth Daily has a special issue for you, Sports Weekly has a special issue for you, and Banyue Tan has a supplement for you." Xu Qinglian bit her lower lip: "They say you are a legend."
"No matter how legendary it is, it will come out day by day. If I am, then you are too. If you are not, then at least at home, neither am I."
In the midst of continuous affection, Wang Ai's phone rang, and it turned out that it was Leoni's.
"I'll be home at night, what can I get you to eat?"
Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian, and Xu Qinglian picked up the phone: "You say what you want to eat, and I will let someone cook it for you."
The two chatted for a while, and then talked about the trivia of the Xianghe base. They agreed to meet in the evening and then hung up. Xu Qinglian handed over the phone to Wang Ai: "She has something to do, so I ask Huang Xin to be your assistant for a while?"
"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "I'll go to Xianghe tomorrow night, there's been a long wait there."
"It's... alright."
"Well, by the way, I feel like a seven-time Champions League winner doesn't seem to be so serious about the media, right? It's a professional football thing after all."
Xu Qinglian smiled twice and approached Wang Ai in a low voice: "I heard that it was because of your defense that day."
"What's wrong?" Wang Ai asked strangely.
"Your defense is like that of an anti-missile missile. I heard that some leaders were watching it, and I praised you at the time. And the response on the Internet was also very enthusiastic. Everyone gave you Amway crazily. Can you imagine that Weibo in the middle of the night is better than during the day? The popularity is high. Many fans spontaneously celebrated on the Internet the next day. I also read an online post. It is about your season from last summer to this summer, saying that you have won all championships and won all golden boots. , and a series of incredible records, incredible performances. Probably because of the overwhelming response on both fronts, these guys with a good sense of smell are serious."
"What do I say." Wang Ai suddenly said: "After all, compared with last year's Confederations Cup champion, triple crown defending, 88 league goals, and the Asian record in the 100-meter long jump, the seven Champions Leagues are still a bit thin."
"Although what you said is the truth, it sounds like you're bragging." Xu Qinglian covered her mouth and smiled and leaned in in a low voice: "I want it... I can only think about it!"
Wang Ai blinked, and suddenly got up and ran outside. He didn't come back with the suitcase, and opened it and put a golden Champions League gold medal in Xu Qinglian's hand: "It's freshly baked, and the world produces more than 30 pieces a year. "
Xu Qinglian held this bright gold-plated medal in both hands. It was heavy and smooth, and she couldn't help but say, "It's silver, right? It's quite heavy."
"Well, that's light." After speaking, Wang Ai put another gold medal in her hand: "The Premier League gold medal, the annual output is also more than 30 pieces."
"It's almost as big as one side." Xu Qinglian picked up the other piece and put it together: "It's really beautiful."
"This." Hearing the soft clang, Xu Qinglian raised her eyes to look: "This is the Premier League Golden Boot trophy? 1314?"
"That's right!" Wang Ai happily adjusted the direction of the trophy: "Do you still have 0607 and 0708 at home?"
"Yeah, three, so heavy!"
"Heavy?" Wang Ai smiled and bent over and slowly took out another trophy from the big suitcase: "The 1314 England Football Press Association Footballer of the Year trophy is the second time for me personally."
The huge and intricately carved trophy, worried that it would overturn the table and have to be placed on the ground, Xu Qinglian touched the relief and saw the man went to dig out the bag: "What else? Are you doing a trick?"
"The last one." Wang Ai smiled back and took out the last one: "The Footballer of England Players Association 1314 trophy is also my second one."
A trophy of almost the same size was placed on the other side. Xu Qinglian looked at this and that: "If you get one, you will be credited with Qing Shi's name, right?"
"The football world is already engraved with my name." Wang Ai said slightly contentedly.
"That……"
"Hey, I forgot, there's more."
Xu Qinglian glared at Wang Ai's back, and saw that Wang Ai had won five consecutively this time: "Premier League 20 goals, 30 goals, 40 goals, 50 goals, 60 goals commemorative, the latter three are specially made, I have all To hollow out the FA, hehe."
"As for hollowing out?" Xu Qinglian looked at the five small trophies lined up in front of her. The golden Arabic numerals on them were so dazzling, showing how many feats the man had created in the year when she was not around.
"Don't underestimate it, the cost of this thing is not much, but the past 20, 30 are ready-made, just pouring and painting, I have to make a special mold, the cost will come up soon?"
Xu Qinglian smiled and followed Wang Ai's words and analyzed: "More importantly, the utilization rate of molds is very low. One day you leave the Premier League, and you may not be able to use it again in a few years. One mold can be used for one trophy, and one mold can be used by others. A hundred, right?"
Wang Ai put on his waist: "Farmers have been busy harvesting grain for a year, and I have been busy harvesting trophies for a year. The past year has not been in vain, right?"
Xu Qinglian pursed her lips and smiled and looked at the proud man, and suddenly stretched out her legs and kicked: "Go for a swim, and then have a good sleep, when Leoni and Huang Xin come back in the evening, the house is very lively, so have a good meal. "
"Speaking of my heart." Wang Ai reached out and touched Xu Qinglian's face with relief.
After a while, Wang Ai, who had changed into swimming trunks, stood by the water. Under the watch of his two sons and one daughter, a fierce boy plunged into the deep water area, causing a large splash. The cool water made Wang Ai feel very comfortable, and after swimming back and forth a few times, he caught sight of the three children.
Sisters Xu Qinglian and Zhang Xiuyun by the pool are playing with various historic trophies that Wang Ai won.
"There are several young artists in the company who are on the rise in their careers." Zhang Xiuyun rubbed the base of the Premier League's golden boots: "Someone dared to ask me if I could have some contacts with the doctor. Oh, I used to stop him from letting me. , but the day before yesterday, a young man from a certain company sent a manuscript related to Ph.D."
Xu Qinglian glanced at Zhang Xiuyun when she heard the sound: "The more one's own family, the more you have to avoid suspicion. The cleaner the doctor is, the more space he can open up. Using him to stir up news will actually be inferior."