Vol 7 Chapter 392: Professionalism (2)

Leoni never asked Wang Ai why she married Xu Qinglian and didn't consider other people, because everyone understood that no matter how level the water was on the surface, Wang Ai still had other things in his heart.
When Wang Ai told them that he might be a reincarnated person and explained the "previous life" story, apart from those magical things, one of the most important facts is: among the women, only Xu Qinglian has appeared in a "previous life", and Still white moonlight!
That's what he will miss for the rest of his life!
This fact unravels many things.
The only consolation is that the two of them have been arguing about "structural gender distortion" in their adolescence, which is why they have a place to live. Otherwise, any normal woman will not maintain the complex and diverse friendly relationship with them. .
"We can't be separated for the rest of our lives." Wang Ailiang took Leoni's hand and said after a long time, "The past can't be traced, and the future can still be expected. No matter where we meet or when we start, we are destined to work together. Go on. You wouldn't want to leave me, would you?"
"You've already given birth to the child, and you still ask!" Leoni tapped Wang Ai and leaned against Wang Ai's arms: "Watch a movie? Kiss me by the way."
After more than ten hours, the journey to Nian Nian Lake finally came to an end. After getting off the plane, they hurried home. Huang Xin and Kang Si were planning to go out for shopping, and they were surprised to notice that the two returned hand in hand and went up to the third floor. Huang Xin shouted from behind, "Remember to change the sheets."
Waking up at noon, Wang Ai lay stretched out on the bed and stretched: "No way, I have to go down to eat, don't you get up?"
Leoni turned over and hit Wang Ai: "I don't want to move, I'm still hungry."
"That's it!" Wang Ai pushed Leoni's big white legs and got out of bed: "Wait!"
After a while, a large steel plate was piled with food and placed on the bedside: "Eat it, there's still orange juice here."
"What are you doing?" Leoni sat on the bed with her legs crossed.
"Go downstairs to eat, then move around, and go to training in the afternoon." Wang Ai waved his hand.
Pellegrini and his teammates extended a warm welcome to Wang Ai's return, more enthusiastically than at the Golden Globe Awards three months ago. Although some newspapers have sneered at "home field advantage", they probably grew up in a noisy environment. In the media environment, these people are quite resistant to random fabrications, and they must be stronger than the Chinese anyway.
I didn't even ask, I didn't mention it, the congratulations were very warm... In the evening, Mansour paid everyone to have a dinner. Fortunately, Wang Ai brought Leoni back to receive the award this time, so that the trophy could not be returned to bj. Back in Manchester, the celebration banquet will also have a target object.
"You're going to leave, but you're still so in place?" Wang Ai laughed a little silly when she got home, and Huang Xin chatted while helping him upstairs.
"Isn't there still six games left? The league championship has not yet been won?" Wang Ai smiled and hugged Huang Xin's waist.
"Drain your remaining value?" Huang Xin turned to look at Wang Ai, raised her hand and opened the door: "The water is ready."
"Wash together!" Wang Ai pulled Huang Xin into the bathroom involuntarily, just as Kang Si came out wrapped in a large bath towel, Wang Ai was also dragged in, not too long, Leoni also came in.
"Hahaha!" Wang Ai sat naked in the bathtub: "While everyone is here, let's hold a work meeting to formulate a work policy for the last Premier League and Manchester City career."
Kang Si was still wrapped in a bath towel and sat at the door smiling, Leoni twisted the shower and rushed, Huang Xin straightened her clothes and turned on the warm air blowing her still damp hair, listening to Wang Ai in the bathtub. With a splash of water: "There is still one month, six games. My job is two lines. I want to win the European Golden Boot personally, and collectively I want to try my best to win the league championship."
The women were busy with their own affairs and no one spoke, waiting for Wang Ai's next words.
"Mansour invited me to dinner today and held such a ceremony. The purpose is to make me play the last few games well. It happened that I also had the same idea. Many of my commercial values ​​come from the praise from the former club. The praise will make the next club open its arms to me, don't worry about me doing things, and then can invest resources in me. Therefore, I have to take the last step here at Manchester City, which is called professionalism!"
The women still do not speak, because there is nothing to say, this is a habit for many years. From Deportivo to Chelsea, from Inter Milan to Bayern, Wang Ai has come this way. Although separation is inevitable, every breakup is at least a peaceful breakup. Although Wang Ai's photo has been removed from the club's official website, Wang Ai's contribution and history are not. The former clubs may be reluctant, but in view of Wang Ai's huge commercial value, they will not clear the traces of Wang Ai, and their retention shows the universality of Wang Ai's image, and it has become Wang Ai's agent to persuade him to sponsor. business basis.
"Do you have anything to add?" Wang Ai reminded when the women didn't speak.
Huang Xin turned off the warm air: "No, it's very comprehensive."
Kang Si wrapped a bath towel: "It's good, you can keep a stable mind, it's good for everyone."
Leoni turned off the shower and took two steps into the bathtub: "Just do your best, you don't have to win."
Wang Ai waved at Leoni, Leoni turned around and sat in Wang Ai's arms, and Wang Ai cried out comfortably: "Today, Pellegrini also hinted at whether I can leave, sigh, what can I say, pretending to be a lake. Paint."
When the women heard this, their expressions finally changed. Huang Xin, who was sitting on the chair at the door, was stunned for two seconds, then shook her head and smiled. Kang Si looked at Wang Ai nervously, and found that he was teasing and secretly relieved. And Leoni sneered: "Dreaming, even Mansour is ready, what can he do as a coach?"
"That's right, it's called the three super giants, but I won more Golden Globes than the two of them. Here's another Lawrence..." Wang Ai touched the trophy that he placed on the edge of the bathtub: "Today During dinner, I sneaked a glance at the domestic Internet. Guess what I found? An interesting news. Some official media said that I am the real Mr. Golden Ball, the real Mr. Golden Ball, because every time I score a goal, It's like earning a piece of gold the size of football for myself!"
Listening to Wang Ai's wild laughter in the bathroom with echoes, Huang Xin frowned, got up and went to the bedroom to search for keywords on his mobile phone. Sure enough, he found a lot of them, and many of them were retweeted just now. Kang Si, who was packing up and drying clothes, looked back at Huang Xin: "Why do I think this is a bit provocative?"
Lying in Wang Ai's arms and receiving caresses with her eyes closed, Leoni sneered, "I've learned to exert my strength."