Reborn on Top of Football

"Look at him, he actually fell asleep with a smile on his face."

After all, Huang Xin, who was a little worried about her health, woke up unexpectedly early, and was also worried that her little beauty would also wake up. As a result, she saw Wang Ai leaning on Kang Si's shoulder with a tired aunt's smile on her face.

"Isn't he tired? He's sweating." As she said that, the little beauty shook her hand in disgust, as if to get rid of Wang Ai's sweat dripping on her body.

"Men have this mechanism. The more tired they are, the more comfortable they feel." Huang Xin said lively.

The little beauty spread her hands and was about to say something when her hand was suddenly grabbed. Wang Ai still had her eyes closed: "That's enough for you two."

As soon as the words fell, the little beauty lost her center of gravity and fell on the bed. Wang Ai used his strength to bounce up from the bed: "You two should take a nap to rest your mind and stay with me tonight. You two were in a lack of energy last night."

Watching Wang Ai Feng running into the bathroom, the two looked at each other: "Perpetual motion machine."

An hour and a half later, Wang Ai was sweating profusely as he walked into his yard. The little beauty came over with a strange look on his phone, holding on to his cell phone: "There's something wrong."

Wang Ai held the ball bag in his arms and wiped the salt particles on his neck with his other hand. The little beauty scratched his skin a little bit last night and was getting stung at the moment: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it after dinner. It seems like you’re not in a hurry.”

"Well, I'm not in a hurry, but it's just a little strange." The little beauty felt guilty when she saw Wang Ai's actions. She didn't dare to say something, turned around and walked in with Wang Ai: "Yindu Agency contacted Beyond Entertainment and said that there are two people in Hong Kong I want to come see you.”

"Oh, see you." Wang Ai replied casually, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong: "Who is it? Ordinary people don't need to bother so much. Also, the Yindu Organization... Oh, I remembered, the left wing of the Hong Kong Literary and Art Front Representative, right? Our people, right?"

The little beauty thought for a while: "Yes."

At this time, the two of them walked into the door, and Wang Ai waved his hands: "I feel uncomfortable, so I'm going to take a shower first. If you can't decide, I'll discuss it with them first."

After saying that, Wang Ai went upstairs without looking back. When he met Xu Qinglian, he deliberately blocked her from going downstairs. In the end, he took a bite out of her face before knocking her down.

Feeling so refreshed that he could fly up to the room with just one kick, Wang Ai walked into the restaurant easily, found his seat, dragged the dinner plate and stood up to pick up a bunch of vegetables. After sitting down, he pulled over a pile of the dishes he had just returned from. I start reading the newspapers I bought and read them while eating. Often, by the time the meal is over, the main newspapers have been browsed.

As for foreign newspapers, if they are printed locally in Madrid, you can also see them. If not, you can only browse the electronic version online, or ask assistants to help collect them.

The goal in yesterday's game indeed aroused unanimous praise from critics, who all called it "the best performance of the World Footballer". Of course, due to Wang Ai's too many similar performances, critics and fans were somewhat fatigued and did not make much noise.

It was almost time to eat, and Wang Ai had finished reading the newspaper. Then he remembered what the little beauty said just now: "By the way, why was it you who told me, not Kang Si?"

The little beauty glanced at the smiling Kang Si: "She is not familiar with Hong Kong affairs, and only those two people my age understand their influence better."

As soon as he said this, Huang Xin also laughed, and Wang Ai finally became interested: "Who is it?"

"Andy Lau, Aaron Kwok." After the little beauty finished speaking, she stared at Wang Ai closely.

Wang Ai was stunned: "Them? I have nothing to do with them."

Stared by Wang Ai's doubtful eyes, the little beauty was very frustrated: "Four Heavenly Kings, why are you so calm?"

Wang Ai grinned: "Maybe it's because I'm not your age?"

The little beauty jumped up and gave Wang Ai a slap. She really jumped up, otherwise she wouldn't be able to reach... It's not that she's not tall enough, it's that the dining table is relatively big.

After being slapped by someone, Wang Ai finally reacted: "Oh, that's right. In the field of literature and art in Greater China, the two of them are considered to be at the top. Well, they are one level lower than me, but they are still very powerful. , especially in... Well, we, the generation born in the 1980s, yes, when I was a child, his love-making water was released on the street."

"Do you still remember this?" Huang Xin said in surprise: "How old were you at that time?"

"You are 8 years old. You are about to graduate from elementary school."

Huang Xin curled her lips: "I was already 16 at that time. I was a young and invincible beautiful girl. Oh, idol! They are both."

Wang Ai nodded: "No wonder."

Just when the women were about to have another attack, Wang Ai quickly added: "Actually, your life is complete. I didn't have time to worship idols when I was a boy. Not even football stars. I didn't watch many. I should worship idols." By the time I started playing professionally, I could see and hear him, and I no longer had the aura of being an idol.”

Several women pouted, "If you hadn't admitted that you were born again, we would have believed you."

"Okay, what are they doing here?" Wang Ai returned to the topic.

Hearing the word "them two" still felt uncomfortable, the little beauty decided not to satisfy Wang Ai's curiosity for the time being: "Qinglian, who is the star you admire at your age?"

Xu Qinglian was named and thought for a while: "Maybe Jay Chou? I don't know for sure, but you should know that I met him when I was supposed to be a celebrity idol, and then I chased after him desperately. How could I have time to listen to music? You also gave me extra lessons. Got through."

The little beauty shook her head helplessly: "Okay, if you weren't so crazy back then, I'm afraid you wouldn't have the chance to become a sports star or an academic star. When Yindu's organization contacted Beyond Entertainment, they didn't make it very clear, so they just said that these two people, Well, anyway, they want to come and see you and ask if it is convenient for you to receive them."

"Then?" Wang Ai raised his eyebrows.

"That's what Anika said." The little beauty said helplessly: "What Anika means is that although these two celebrities have a wide audience, they are outdated after all. Oh my, I was really angry after hearing this word. Anyway, that's what it means. The most mainstream thing is, if you want to meet, you can meet, and if you don’t want to, just go back. Anyway, we and Yindu are in the middle, so we will handle it well."

Wang Ai pushed away the plate and stood up: "You ask Anika...forget it, you personally contact the person in charge of this matter at Yindu Organization and ask what it means. Although we have no affiliation with Yindu Organization Although they are in the same camp, they have been working very hard in Hong Kong in the past few years, so if we can help, we will try our best to help."

The little beauty nodded and saw Wang Ai taking the plate to the dishwasher. She continued to explain: "In short, the point is that we need to understand the true attitude of Yindu Organization, and it is best to understand them... Well, the true intentions of the two senior stars."