Reborn on Top of Football

After playing like crazy for two days, Tang Mudan seemed to have returned to the carefree days when she was in London.

At that time, the sky was always blue, the clouds were always floating, and the Thames was always slow...

Xu Qinglian didn't enlighten her much, she had already said what she should say in the past ten years, and thought about what she should have thought about in the past ten years, Tang Mudan, a good sister, just didn't think about it for a while. After all, no matter how great the ordeal is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time.

Madrid is sunny in March, and there are fun things everywhere after letting go of trivial matters. Tang Mudan even got up early in the morning and ran to watch Wang Ai's training with great enthusiasm, watching the fans watching with high spirits, and the journalists with high spirits capturing photos, superstars sweating profusely and smiling brightly, waving to the crowd...

This vigorous vitality not only dispelled the melancholy clouds in Tang Mudan's heart, but also rescued her from the unbearable nightmare of "seeing the end at a glance for a lifetime". When Wang Ai went to Eibar with the team for the 26th round of La Liga on March 4, she even started to fulfill Xu Qinglian's assistant responsibilities and helped Xu Qinglian work in an orderly manner.

As the wife of a superstar, a well-known entrepreneur, and an economist, Xu Qinglian actually needs an assistant to help her. In the past, she took time to deal with it by herself, with the help of Marisa and Anna, but now with Tang Mudan, she feels much more relaxed.

"It's just that I can't keep you for a long time. You have to go back to the Light of Asia and Europe." The two sat in the stands of Eibar's home stadium. He said: "It's still good for you. It's almost done, the game is about to start."

"Oh." Tang Mudan reluctantly returned the phone: "I still think it's easy and happy to work by your side. Going to the company to read reports and reports all day is so annoying."

"Does power smell bad?"

"Okay, but it's just for a moment. I don't think it's worth the effort to pay for that power."

"Not promising." Xu Qinglian nodded Tang Mudan's forehead.

Tang Mudan laughed and said: "The world is originally composed of promising and unpromising, you can't force me to be like you."

"Let's watch the game. If you don't want to go back, you can stay longer. I can afford you." Xu Qinglian looked away from the stadium with a half-smile: "I can afford to support you for the rest of my life."

"Oh, Qinglian, you are the best." Tang Mudan hugged Xu Qinglian's arm and leaned her head on her shoulder.

"I'm not good, the meal ticket is good." Xu Qinglian moved her shoulders angrily: "There is a camera, stop making trouble."

Tang Mudan sat upright, but her mouth could not be idle: "Is Chaoju's wife not free?"

"What do you want to be free?" Xu Qinglian smiled faintly in the direction of the camera that she often glanced at, and she was still chatting with Tang Mudan in a low voice: "Isn't role-playing fun? There are more than two hundred heads of state, and there are only three giant wives in the world." Oh no, just two, Ronaldo is not married."

"Then do you know Messi's wife?"

"Meeting each other, nodding, nothing else, after all, we are not in the same team, and we can't meet even if we want to."

"Why isn't Ronaldo married yet?"

"Maybe it doesn't feel right? Who knows, maybe Georgina is not his ideal."

"Then you are the ideal doctor?"

"Are you stupid? How hard did he go to hold me down? He gave up a lot for me."

"Yeah, you're quite grateful to him? Are you under his mind control?"

"I started a business, he supported it, and he also supported me in academics. It's just that his achievements are too great, and it seems that I am not so big. Although the effect is similar, the mechanism is different."

"Oh." Tang Mudan nodded boredly: "Don't teach me, oops, your husband scored a goal!"

"Well, I see it."

"Wow wow wow! What a beautiful dive to the top... Hey, why aren't you excited?"

"I've seen a lot."

"Just pretend you are, why are you raising your heels if you are not excited?"

"I have cramps, can't I?"

"Aren't you afraid that the camera will take a picture of you with a dull look and people will say that your relationship has changed?"

"Hey, that's right!" Xu Qinglian began to applaud.

Tang Mudan rolled her eyes: "You can just mess with me, and forget about messing with me, and deal with Hu Nong."

Xu Qinglian sat down again: "Today may be a big victory, let's take a good look."

"Oh, hey, why are there two less ABBC groups?"

"ABBC?"

"Your husband, Bale, Benzema, and Ronaldo are called that in China, and they are called the Four Kings of Real Madrid in Hong Kong and Taiwan."

"Four Heavenly Kings? And Four Little Heavenly Kings?"

"There really are, Ronaldo, Marcelo, Modric, Kroos."

"Are there any Four Heavenly Kings?"

"It's not weightlifting, why are there so many levels? Besides, according to the law of the media, the attention of the Four Little Heavenly Kings will be exhausted, and no one will remember what the Four Heavenly Kings are doing. By the way, what about those two?"

"Bale got a red card in the last game, this game was suspended, and Ronaldo was injured in training."

"Let me tell you, Wannian's substitute, Ronaldo, has started. Your husband's position is right winger? Replace Ronaldo?"

"I, my husband is a master key, there is no hole to block."

Tang Mudan turned her head suspiciously: "Why do I feel that you are driving?"

"Oh, I'm used to it." Xu Qinglian covered her mouth.

Tang Mudan looked at Xu Qinglian enviously: "Is the current life your ideal?"

"It couldn't be better." Xu Qinglian glanced at Tang Mudan: "You can eat, drink, have fun, have a career, and have a man. The key is freedom. Believe it or not, I will take you to the Maldives immediately?"

"You really want to leave?"

"I just have to be serious, he will never stop me...that is, oh, forget it, it's pretty good."

"What's wrong? Are you still having trouble with that book?"

"When I think about it, it's annoying, and I want to tear it up."

"Don't you, the last time you had a quarrel for three years, no one will wait for you. You two are a pair of enemies, one says you won't marry, and the other says you want to marry."

"I can't, it's too much." Xu Qinglian fiddled with her fingers boredly: "I have been given everything, promised me everything, and I have been in trouble too, so I can't keep fighting. You said that I did not miss it in those three years." I just pick other men, right? But picking and picking is not as good as him, so even if I quarrel again, there will be no results, and I have to come back obediently in the end. But if I quarrel again, he must not take it lightly Forgive me, my **** is really going to be swollen."

"That is, live a good life. Like you told me, the wound has to be torn open until it grows like a good place. You don't know how many people envy you."

"I know, I'm always on the Internet."

"What's the Internet? It's the gossip in the streets that makes the most of it. After the news about you going to Haizili for class is broadcast, there are fewer people who say you're high."

"Hmph, here we go again, ah, this time it's Benzema!"