Reborn on Top of Football

"Then, I come to recuperate in odd years, and you come to recuperate in even years. Don't we come here every year?"

Xu Qinglian turned sideways and looked at the smiling Wang Ai with a smile: "You are quite reasonable."

Wang Ai pulled, and Xu Qinglian leaned sideways and propped her arms on the blanket, resting her head on her palms, and pressed her other hand dishonestly on Wang Ai's chest.

"Actually, you will get bored if you live here every day. Now it is a new energy. We envy those who can recuperate here often, but others also envy our big villas, right? So, have fun while it is fresh, and wait until you have enough fun, Just leave when you are too strong." Wang Ai suddenly exerted force on his hand, Xu Qinglian said "Ah" and hit Wang Ai's chest with her head. She raised her face and was about to speak angrily when she was suddenly attacked by Wang Ai. Suddenly there was silence.

"I still can't cure you?" Wang Ai said proudly: "Tell me, since the first time you met me 20 years ago, have you ever escaped from my grasp?"

"2009, 2010, 2011!" Xu Qinglian's eyes widened and she argued crisply.

"I was waiting for you to figure it out during those three years, but that doesn't mean you are out of my control."

"How come I'm not out of your control? We haven't talked or contacted each other for three years. Apart from having a little spy named Tang Mudan lurking around me, what other means do you have to control me?"

"Because you didn't really try to break away from my control, that's why you're the only one."

"What's going on? You still want to kidnap me? Lock me in a dungeon? Like a pet? Touch me if you obey me, and beat me if I don't stop talking?"

Wang Ai stared into Xu Qinglian's eyes: "Are you sick?"

"You have the disease?"

"No, when I heard this, why did you speak with a little excitement just now? Stockholm syndrome? Deep down in your heart, you hope that I will restrain you, squeeze you, imprison you, and ravage you?"

"Get out." Xu Qinglian said forcefully, but she was also a little suspicious in her heart. She knew that she was a bit psychopathic.

"Anyway, you were smart enough to go to work in Daqing and kept a safe distance from me. You were safe, I was safe, and we were both safe. If you really wanted to run away, then I would definitely drop everything and come back to deal with you as soon as possible. "

"How to clean it up?"

"It's simple. It's a fight at the end of the bed and a fight at the end of the bed. You're not really angry with me. You can't pass your own test. If you are really honest and can't think about it, then I'll compromise with you. At worst, I won't marry you. I'll do whatever I want with them. Will you be more comfortable if you marry one? In fact, I will be more comfortable. That means I can deal with you casually, because if you offend me, I can deal with you severely. To be honest, if my heart is a little crooked, it will be This is the result.”

Xu Qinglian thought for a while: "Why not? Maybe we are both more comfortable that way, I relax, and you can retaliate against me."

"If you're sick, you have to treat it. Even if you can't cure it, you have to control it. No matter how you get your hobby of being a mistress, it's still a disease. If I can't cure it, I can't let it get worse, especially if I'm profiting from it. , that will make me uneasy for the rest of my life.”

"Yes, I'm sick. I like to be a mistress. I like to play but don't like to be a mother. I like to be taken care of and don't like to have people take responsibility for me. But you are also sick. You have an emperor's disease. You also need to be treated. Wait until I get back. Let’s have a BJ and drive them all away!”

"Yes, I am sick too, and I need to be cured."

"Do you have medicine?"

"Yes, you. Aren't you a mistress worthy of me being an emperor? After eating you, my condition will be under control and it will not progress into tyrant's disease."

"Can't anyone do it? Does it have to be me?"

"You have a miscarriage, how can you tolerate me?"

"That's right, but you've got your way, and I haven't. Even though the disease is under control, why should you treat me unfairly?"

"Hmph, it's as if the four of them purely belong to me. Who do you think you haven't played with before? Especially when we are together, do you have a mistress mentality?"

"...Oops, I'm sleepy, don't talk."

Seeing that his difficult wife was finally shy, Wang Ai was very happy and straightened up: "Let's go, it's time to have lunch, come back and go to bed."

Xu Qinglian glanced at Wang Ai, got angry and kicked him before following him. As soon as the two people moved, several people in the distance also stood up. One of them was a little worried. Wang Ai looked over and smiled, and then the man in his fifties with a vicissitudes of life walked over bravely.

"Captain Wang..."

"Just call me Xiao Wang'er. Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"That's not true. I will go back this afternoon."

"Didn't you just come?"

"There's something going on in the factory. It's an urgent mission."

"That's a shame."

"Not so good."

The visitor finally relaxed and walked back side by side with Wang Ai and his wife: "I'm thinking of leaving to buy some souvenirs for my family to deal with, so...my grandson is your fan, do you think?"

Wang Ai grinned: "What's there to say? Uncle, what do you want?"

“I don’t want anything, I don’t want anything, can you take a photo with me?”

"What's wrong with that? I don't know how many people I've taken photos with all year round. Really, it's not worth it." With that, the two of them arrived at the door of the cafeteria. Wang Ai turned and stood: "Qinglian, you can use uncle's mobile phone Take one, um, more pictures for us, no need for film anyway.”

Xu Qinglian happily took the phone and took three photos of the two of them at medium distance, close distance and long distance.

"Do you have a commemorative book?" After sitting down in the cafeteria, Wang Ai continued chatting with the model worker who was going back to work. Seeing this, others came over and said, "If you have a commemorative book, I can write a few words to your grandson."

"That would be great."

Before the food in the cafeteria was served, a memorial book was placed in front of Wang Ai. Wang Ai asked about his grandson and his expectations for his grandson. After thinking about it, he wrote in a blank corner of the memorial book: "My Wang Ai, I admire your grandpa very much." , he is my hero."

The model worker who took back the souvenir book looked at it and thought about it. He became more and more happy and even forgot to eat.

"You are really lovable." Xu Qinglian returned to the beach after dinner and hid under the umbrella.

"It's fate that we meet each other. I actually really want to talk to them. There are too few opportunities for me to meet ordinary people safely and without worries, especially ordinary people with status. There are not many such people in the first place. Wang Ai put his arms around Xu Qinglian's waist: "This is an opportunity. We can't just be the couple these days. Not to mention that we have been together for so many years. Even newlyweds can't stand it for 16 hours a day, right?"

"What's on your mind?"

Wang Ai chuckled: "I can't be alone anyway. Maybe the leaders of the Federation of Trade Unions have such an arrangement, so that I can have more contacts and get more education."

Xu Qinglian looked in the direction of the middle-aged and elderly people for a while: "Then, let's go there?"

"Hey." Wang Ai leaned over and kissed his wife: "Good wife."