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Wang Ai was also interested when he heard the sound. Although he did not stop, he had a heated discussion with Leoni.

Lampard isn't perfect, of course, but he's an example among a group of poorly educated professionals, and his life off the pitch is similar to Wang Ai's. For example, Wang Ai has obtained six degree certificates after arriving in Europe, but Lampard also has 12 secondary education certificates, which can be regarded as a wide range of hobbies and positive attitudes... and he hardly delays training.

During their time at Chelsea, Wang Ai and Lampard forged a deep friendship. The two often attended charity events together and took short vacations together. Their closeness in temperament made them appreciate each other.

It's just that they have been away from Chelsea for many years, and their friendship with each other has faded. I never thought that, after going around, the two were going to meet again in Manchester City.

"You said, why didn't Chelsea want him anymore?" Wang Ai put down the barbell and walked to the horizontal bar on the side: "I heard that he performed well last season, veteran, the data decline is inevitable, but why should such a banner be put up? go?"

Leoni got up and walked out: "Who knows? I'll go see if the supper is ready."

After a while, Leoni came back with a large thermal bucket and placed it on the window sill aside, and continued, "I guess the club has failed to negotiate with him, right? He definitely doesn't want the salary to drop too hard. It's too ugly among the teammates. But the club doesn't talk about feelings. When you get old and your performance is poor, you have to lose your salary."

Speaking of this, Leoni spread her hands: "It's all like this."

Hanging on the horizontal bar, Wang Ai let out a long sigh, and kept moving: "I will have this day in the future, I have to do a good job of psychological construction now, so as to save time and shame."

Leoni tilted her head and looked at Wang Ai: "You? Your business value is enough to ensure that as long as you are still playing, your salary will not drop."

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "Did Lampard really leave because of his salary? Why don't I call him and ask?" Remember the website m.wxsy.net

"Don't you." Leoni hurriedly stopped Wang Ai's whimsy: "It's uncertain whether he will come or not, it's all our private analysis. And this matter must be hidden from outsiders. Otherwise, it will not sound good, and it will have a great impact on Lampard's business value."

Wang Ai nodded silently: "The cradle is warm handcuffs, it's better for me, I don't talk about feelings, only about contribution, income according to labor, and no one owes it."

Leoni laughed and got up and walked into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of flushing sounded, followed by the human voice: "Also, Chelsea may also want to clean him. From the club's point of view, a great contribution , Players who have played for a long time, although they are the roots of the team, they will also become obstacles to the new generation. How deep the original roots are, how difficult it is to remove them. Otherwise, Mr. Roman is not bad money, according to Lampa. Germany's high prestige among fans and high popularity in English society, keeping him is still somewhat helpful to his career."

Wang Ai sat on the mat to rest for a while, and heard the voice: "So, this kind of cleaning is quite clever, right? I found an American Major League team as a trustee, so when I finally return to Manchester City, Chelsea fans are not good. Blame the club, it's not easy to blame Frank, tsk tsk, it's really slick. In comparison, Real Madrid is too plain!"

Leoni gave a dull reply, probably washing her hair. Wang Ai also stood up, calmed down and started to do somersaults. After he did a set, Leoni also came out. This time, it was Wang Ai's turn to take a shower.

"They played the game very well, but they can't hide it from those who care. Even if the people in the industry don't understand it now, who will not understand when he comes in the future?" Leoni continued to chat outside: "Not to mention that there are so many opponents in Manchester City. For example, Arsene Wenger from Arsenal, do you think he will make Manchester City's wishful thinking succeed? I think he will definitely jump out and dismantle this trick. He can cause trouble for Chelsea, Manchester City and Lampard at the same time. He will not be soft-hearted. According to my observations of Wenger over the years, he will be able to do it. The only difference between him and Ferguson and Mourinho is that he will play classical music when he swears."

"Yo? To say that, I have to remind Frank." Wang Ai's voice also came through the sound of water.

Leoni took the heat preservation bucket off the windowsill and opened it carefully. Tonight is not stewed but braised beef brisket, and there are peppers in it. For this reason, Leoni also specially prepared two bowls of rice. She felt that rest was not enough for a tired man, and she needed a little more interest in life.

"Come out, I have to eat first." Leoni urged after setting it up.

"What are you doing?" Wang Ai's body was wet with the probe. Before Leoni could say anything, the smell of braised beef brisket entered her nose: "Yeah? It's changed today?"

"Humph!" Leoni picked up the chopsticks without lifting her head: "Who is like you, who has eaten stewed beef brisket for ten years and doesn't know how to change it, eh..."

Leoni turned around and said, "I'm just wondering, are you really not tired of it?"

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Wang Ai said in the sound of water, "Don't you have to eat nutritious meals that are not greasy?"

"Then haven't you thought about changing it?" Leoni picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, her eyes narrowed happily.

"Have you changed? Soy sauce stew, white water stew, thirteen spice stew, whiskey stew..."

"That's not a stew? Come out!"

Wang Ai came out quickly, and ran out with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, without wiping his body, he ate a piece and sighed: "Is this the taste of happiness?"

"Look at your poor and sour look!" Leoni pointed to the rice in front of Wang Ai: "Soup with rice!"

"Good idea!" Wang Ai's eyes lit up and he was about to start.

Leoni's eyes were about to roll up to the sky, but she was saying the opposite, but she didn't stop it after all, and instead continued to talk about Lampard: "I think you should leave Frank's business alone, With his IQ and his family heritage, you should expect all of this, you just wait for him to join you and relive your old relationship."

Wang Aifei glanced at Leoni, picked up the bowl and ate beef soup with rice, and put down the bowl after more than half of it: "When he comes, I want to invite him over for dinner."

Leoni nodded and blinked at the man.

Wang Ai raised his eyes: "Only a few years ago, he was a magic lamp. Now, he has been reduced in salary, excluded, and wandered. At this time, the warmth from an old friend may be able to expel his unwillingness."

Leoni nodded when she heard the sound, and suddenly smiled: "Is this a kind of humanitarianism?"

Wang Ai smiled when he heard it: "You can understand it as a kind of caring between old friends."