Reborn on Top of Football

Speaking of this, Wang Ai was also quite helpless: "The opponent is too capable, what can I do?"

"Let's see who can hold on now." Huang Xin patted Wang Ai's hand underwater, then stood up, stepped out of the bathtub and walked under the shower: "He and Messi belong to those who can enter as long as they want to. Talented forwards, what supports their goals is their own needs in addition to the team's needs. Now many of their goals are not needed for the team, so there is only one support column."

Standing under the shower, Huang Xin, with a seductive figure, gave Wang Ai a glance and turned to close his eyes to flush: "Physical fitness and willpower are the keys to their final victory. I don't know about Messi's situation, but the doctor is almost here. It's the limit, it's hard to say how long the two of them can last."

"Have you reached the limit?" Shi Wenjun also broke free from Wang Ai's arm and stood up: "I've been dishonest, but I haven't found the limit."

"If you are far away, you will complain if you are near!" Wang Ai muttered and stood up from the bathtub and walked under the shower: "Anyway, if you want to retreat, it is he who retreats. It is the war he launched. Christie, Argentines hate it the most."

"Maybe he sees you the same way." The little beauty sneered: "If the Argentine loses this year, it will be in your hands. He has scored 95 goals this year, and the Portuguese are no match at all. . But because you scored 105, in the case that you can't get elected, you can only cheap the Portuguese."

"If I lose this too, what would I call the 'efficiency king'?" Wang Ai smugly said, "I really didn't pay attention to this statistic. If I really lose the European Golden Boot next summer, this can also be used, at least Enough for the Chinese and Asians. By the way, please help me think about it and tell them when I come back from Switzerland to CCTV, and leave a way back."

Under the shower, Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun looked at each other and snickered in unison. When asked by Wang Ai, they did not shy away: "We all guessed that you would definitely think so."

"Why?" Wang Ai, who was even quicker to take a shower, walked behind the two and embraced their waists, placing his head between them and looking around.

Huang Xin raised his hand to hold Wang Ai's chin, preventing his gaze from going down: "You are not a hero, you are a villain."

"It's clear." Wang Ai tilted his head and stuck out his tongue and licked Huang Xin's earlobe: "I don't understand how to deal with you."

Huang Xin threw a hand of water on Wang Ai's face: "Who is panting and sweating like rain?"

"It's me." Wang Ai admitted calmly: "But I didn't call my brother. How about I turn on my phone and record it?"

"Heroes should be simple." Huang Xin immediately turned to the page just now: "Only a small person can care about things and make calculations."

Shi Wenjun, who was on the side, turned away from Wang Ai's arm, stretched out his hand and took down the big towel: "We guessed that you will leave a way for yourself, even if the European Golden Boot loses, you must stabilize the business map of China and Asia. , the annual number of goals is an explanation to the sponsors."

"Crack." Huang Xin patted the back of Wang Ai's hand hard, and took his hand away before he opened his leg: "Speaking of which, skin color is really good and bad for you. Let's bounce back together with the Golden Globe Awards in Europe and America. , forced you to give up for two years, but in turn, when your career is in danger, your skin color has become your fortress again."

Angrily, Wang Ai, who was about to wipe himself off, turned on the natural wind, but was forced to change it to warm wind by Shi Wenjun, and pouted: "I haven't asked you yet, who will accompany me to Switzerland this year?"

"My daughter can't leave people yet." Shi Wenjun let loose his long hair and looked in the mirror while blowing it.

"I've been there, so I won't go." Huang Xin also walked under the warm air and touched Shi Wenjun's long hair enviously: "How long will it take for me to grow."

The little beauty rolled her eyes: "I'll go get a cut tomorrow too, okay? It's a matter of looking at me every day."

Huang Xin was finally happy. She wrapped her arms around Shi Wenjun's waist and kissed her cheek: "You really don't want to go with me? I can take the child with me."

"Do you still have milk?"

"Aren't you not enough?"

Shi Wenjun looked down and couldn't argue, so he listened to Wang Ai: "You go once, Huang Xin and Leoni have been with me, but neither you nor Qinglian have been there."

"Wait when you win the award." The little beauty shook her head after thinking about it again and again: "Besides, I don't need that occasion at all, so what can it bring me? Apart from controversy, speculation, and exposure, what are the benefits? Anyway, I Unexpected. Even if I go, I will not stand under the camera.”

"Would you like to take Qinglian there?" Huang Xin suggested: "In the summer, you took it to London and exposed it many times. The fans also know that she is your girlfriend. It's good to go so smoothly."

"Yeah." Wang Ai pondered, raised his hand and took out three bathrobes for each of the two, and put them on himself. When the two of them went out, he turned off the heater, turned off the lights, and went out while walking. Button: "Qinglian needs to let the outside world know, but I don't want excessive exposure, and even I don't want my woman to be over-discussed."

"Why?" Shi Wenjun, who was already sitting on the single sofa drinking white water, pushed another glass of white water to Huang Xin.

"I'm afraid that people will miss you." Wang Ai walked in front of the two and bent over and touched their faces: "I already eat more and take more, but I still look good."

Just when the two women were feeling warm, the smile on Wang Ai's face gradually changed: "So, in order to prevent you from running away, I will do a trick for you!"

After finishing speaking, yank the bathrobe!

This scene stayed in the hearts of the two women for a long time, so that when Wenjun put a hat on Wang Ai after breakfast the next day, he couldn't help but stabbed him: "It looks like a dog."

The days of running around, flying around, and looking like dogs continued until January 1, 2013. Since this year's Spring Festival is in February, Wang Ai will definitely not be able to catch up, so this year's New Year's Day has become a family reunion day. , Kang Si also deliberately rushed back from the Liaoyang base.

Kang Si reports to the boss of the boss and his wife as the dispatcher of the seventh production workshop in the Liaoyang base. There were football superstar Wang Ai, Huang Xin, founder of Beyond Sports, Lei Aoni, founder of CY Sports, Xu Qinglian, founder of Apenning Light, Shi Wenjun, the leader of Stupid Company, the actual controller of W Fund and Wang Fund. There were also Mr. Wang Sheng who couldn't sit still, Mr. Wang Zhonghua who was in a daze, and Ms. Wang Hongzhuang who was sleeping soundly.

Although the red deer shivered, the two examiners expressed satisfaction after listening. Then Wang Ai asked about the closed-loop structure of the workshop management system. Huang Xin smiled and shook his head and said that there was nothing to ask. Pulled it back and asked her if she had tried every position. Shi Wenjun asked some questions about the operation of the Xiawang Fund.

When it was his turn to sit with him, Wang Sheng raised his hand: "Can I go out to play?"