Since that night in Shenyang, Wang Ai has taken the initiative to reduce the frequency of dealing with Huang Xin, carefully observing her reaction. As a result, nothing happened.

Huang Xin seemed to be fragmented, completely unaffected, what to do and what to do. Isn't this just taking over CY Sports, is it going to be a big ticket?

Wang Ai privately guessed that there are several possibilities: Huang Xin has amnesia; Huang Xin treated him as a child and did not take him seriously; Huang Xin thought Wang Ai was afraid of her self-pity for the shadow, so he comforted her; Huang Xin had a hunch; Huang Xin had no idea again.

After repeated consideration, Wang Ai felt that the last possibility was the greatest.

Over the years, Wang Ai has also tasted it. This sister has the meaning of being a little rich and peaceful. The ideal of life is very simple. Maybe a greeting from a friend from afar, a cup of black tea in the autumn afternoon can make her enjoy a long time. The advantage of this person is that he has a good attitude, is not eager or impatient, and has no desires. The shortcoming is that she has no desires and is rigid. Without desires, there is no long-term plan. Once she lets her set the tone, she will become at a loss and even panic.

For example, it is her responsibility to use Jose to expand the market beyond brokerage, but she must seek support from Wang Ai to be at ease.

In short, Huang Xin is a tactical talent, not a strategic talent. It may have something to do with her single-parent family from a traditional intellectual. The more important the event, the more accustomed to other people's arrangements. Even if it is a major event in one's life, it often ends up in a mess because of looking forward and backward, and losing ground.

In the evening, Wang Ai personally made a chicken stew with mushrooms, a sauerkraut with white meat and big bones, and a Northeast stew with a mess of British ingredients. The essence of chaotic stew is not the ingredients, but the cooking idea of ​​"Too lazy to cook."

"Come on, sister, have a taste."

"This, how to eat it."

Huang Xin picked up the chopsticks, looked up at the steaming chicken stewed mushrooms, looked at the big potted choy with the big bone sticks, and looked at the messy stew that couldn't distinguish the ingredients and couldn't put down the chopsticks.

Northeastern cuisine is just like that, rough and bold, with large quantities and high energy.

Huang Xin looked at the dishes and was full.

Seeing Huang Xin embarrassed by Xu Qinglian, she gave Wang Ai a white look: Are you entertaining buddies?

Pushing open the pot of big bone sticks, and pulling a plate with a southern European-style salmon inside, Huang Xin just started to eat and said it was good.

Wang Ai boringly picked up a large handful of sauerkraut and white meat with public chopsticks and placed it in his bowl: "Isn't this afraid of you missing home."

Huang Xin wanted to say that I didn't eat this way at home, but for Wang Aicheng's sincerity, he made a spoonful of chicken soup, eh? The taste is okay!

After dinner, Lao Feng and his assistant left early and went to live in a small hotel in the city, but they couldn't live at home. Huang Xin also left, taking Xu Qinglian and Kang Si by the way. Huang Xin came to London for the first time and was busy a few days ago, so Xu Qinglian asked her to play.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai approached the base gate. The janitor Old Harry saw Wang Ai through the glass and greeted him: "wiwi, can you play in the Champions League afterwards?"

Wang Ai and Old Harry waved their hands: "I don't know."

Old Harry shook his head and mumbled back, and Wang Ai took the ball and stepped onto the turf. Some time ago in the game, he played a topspin that can be called a stunt, but unfortunately it did not attract attention. But Wang Ai himself knows that this is a very difficult and equally powerful technology, and it is worth digging deeper.

In the past, people said that Wang Ai did not have his own original technology, but now Wang Ai will use this technology as his logo, label, and positioning. Regardless of whether Chelsea summons him in the next game, no matter when Mr. Roman thinks of still paying him, Wang Ai will do it.

The court is bright, and there are still a few teenagers on the youth team who are also practicing hard. They are not interested in dealing with each other, so everyone sweats silently and practices their own.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai arrived home in a sweat, drank a sip of water, rushed into the bathroom, took it off, splashed with water, and threw the sweat-soaked, soiled clothes into the washing machine, snorting. turn.

When Wang Ai came out and went to the gym with his supper, several women had finished yoga and came back, leaving the gym with a smell of powder.

Turning on the ventilating fan, the autumn night outside of London was already a bit cold. Wang Ai was eating supper while resting, while watching the technical video that Yan Zhu shot for himself. He paused, played upside down, zoomed in, and took the ball to play. Rolling around on the feet.

It wasn't until late at night that Wang Ai returned to her room. Xu Qinglian ran to talk to the sister Huang Xin next door. It's been like this for a few days, inexplicably, Wang Ai looked at the empty room as if she had returned to the time when she was in Laco. When going to Milan in winter, Xu Qinglian will stay in London. After graduation, she will not go to Milan to stay with her.

When the time comes, it's not easy to sleep alone again, and it will be even more difficult for people in the deep mountains and old forests to accompany them.

In this unspeakable silence, one day later, Wang Ai met Peter Kenyon at the training ground. The big fat man's expression was still smiling, even grinning, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion. When Wang Ai finished the afternoon training and was ready to leave, he beckoned to Wang Ai: "wiwi, happy National Day."

A purebred Englishman said "Happy National Day" in Mandarin. Wang Ai went through it in his head before he understood what he was saying. In other words, the Chinese rarely say that the National Day is happy. The National Day is usually very happy, but the Chinese are willing to be serious.

"Thank you." Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with him: "How are you doing, Peter."

"To tell you the truth, it's not very good." Peter let go of Wang Ai's hand and put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulder: "Come to my office and have a talk. We always need to talk, right?"

"Of course." Wang Ai nodded: "I have been waiting for you."

"Can't you take the initiative to talk to me?" Peter aggrieved: "We are friends, we have always been."

The two smiled and walked to Peter's small office in Cobham. Wang Ai sat opposite Peter: "Don't let me go when I want to go, and drive me away when I don't want to go. Do you still have my grievances? "

Peter shook his head and patted his belly: "The club is a group of people."

Wang Ai nodded, and the two fell into silence, waiting for each other to speak first. Peter's face is thicker, and Wang Ai's face is thicker. After all, Peter is asking for help and smiles awkwardly: "So, Wiwi, can I play the game?"

Wang Ai shrugged: "I train every day."

"I'm not talking about a simple appearance." Peter's expression became serious: "but, play hard and use your goals to help the team."

Wang Ai also got serious, and then smiled: "What about the conditions?"