Before eleven o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai came out of the gym wrapped in a colorful bathrobe and waved at the curious night guard. It happened that Xu Qinglian had just come out of Shi Wenjun's room, so the two went upstairs together.

"So early today?" Xu Qinglian took Wang Ai's arm.

"Yeah." Wang Ai replied dullly: "I answered the phone at noon and didn't sleep much, so I went early in the evening."

"Oh." Xu Qinglian answered and touched Wang Ai's hair: "Okay, dry it, then go to sleep."

Wang Ai didn't pay attention to Xu Qinglian's overtones. Instead, he touched his head and frowned. He happened to be seen by Xu Qinglian who had just opened the door and turned back.

"what happened to you?"

Wang Ai raised his head and frowned for a while and thought: "It seems to have a headache."

Xu Qinglian tested the temperature of her forehead: "It should just be that I didn't rest well. Go to bed."

Wang Ai agreed, took off his bathrobe and hung it on the hanger, walked to the side of the bed and turned on the bed, closing his eyes sideways.

Xu Qinglian went to the bathroom to clean up and turned off the chandelier in the bedroom, leaving only a wall lamp. She walked gently to the desk and turned on the computer. After all, she was still uneasy about her career.

I dealt with a troublesome customer and looked at the other party successfully placing an order for a Missoni sweater before leaning back in the chair and sighing a sigh of relief. Only then did I think of my boyfriend and looked back, but was surprised. She found that her boyfriend had sat up from the bed at some point, leaning on the head of the bed and opening his eyes without saying a word.

Like dementia.

Xu Qinglian was shocked, and suddenly remembered her boyfriend's acting talent and prank talent, so she smiled: "What are you doing, scaring me?"

"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "The time is wrong, I can't fall asleep, the amount of exercise is a little worse, I still want to move, but I am not energetic. It is like the economic slowdown and quantitative easing, but if prices are rising and the economy is stagnant, there is no way. It can only be delayed. This is called stagflation."

Xu Qinglian leaned on the back of the chair and looked at her boyfriend with a chuckle: "Mentally retarded."

"Ah, I just mean stagflation now." Wang Ai nodded, and after ten seconds of boredom did he understand what his girlfriend meant. He raised his head and glanced horizontally at his girlfriend without the energy to argue: "Stagflation is only a period of low-intensity economic activity. Time, let all the negative factors slowly shrink before they can be completely relieved, um..."

Xu Qinglian said nothing this time, and looked at her boyfriend with a smile. It seems that when the philosopher boyfriend is solving his own troubles, he is also accustomed to finding a theoretical basis. Only under the guidance of the theory can his behavior be justified. Unexpectedly, the boyfriend murmured for a while and then groaned for a while, suddenly lifted the quilt from the bed to the ground.

Xu Qinglian thought he was going to the bathroom, but unexpectedly he walked to the side and sat down, pushed her shoulders, and pointed to the gap under the table: "Go in."

Xu Qinglian stood up unexpectedly and secretly looked at the door: "What are you doing?"

Suddenly took a bite on the buttocks, looking at her boyfriend’s discomfort, aggrievedly squatted down and took two steps backwards, aggrieved in a small space and looked up at her boyfriend. Unsurprisingly, I simulated many times in my mind. The scene appeared.

Wang Ai leaned his head on the back of the chair, twisting Xu Qinglian's hard hair, soft earlobes, and delicate face with one hand, and pointed his head with the other: "Boil the biological clock."

He pointed to Xu Qinglian's head again: "Low-intensity exercise."

Xu Qinglian really wanted to take a bite. What a false sense of this!

Feeling his girlfriend exhaled from his nose, Wang Ai lowered his head, but Xu Qinglian stretched out her hands to block her vision, and said, "No look!"

Wang Ai lay down again with a hehe, and just snorted comfortably before being pinched by his girlfriend. The thief hurts!

After the meeting, Wang Ai felt better, and the female friend was also tired, so he straightened up, gently pushed, and pulled his girlfriend out: "Tomorrow you have to limit the use, right? Come on, while you can still use it, give it away. How many high C of you."

Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai a few times and turned to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. When she came back, she saw her boyfriend lying enchantingly on her side, waving a pillow towel at her: "Master, come and play!"

Xu Qinglian smiled and rushed to fight her boyfriend.

Tonight, Wang Ai’s condition was really not good, but Xu Qinglian was still easy to clean up. After a few high-pitched and bright flower cavities hit the roof, the bedroom calmed down. Soon, the two of them were in each other’s breath. And sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Ai completely recovered, kissed the charming face of his girlfriend in his sleep, and cleaned up and went downstairs for morning exercises. He Wei and Tao Wei also came along, but Tao Wei stopped engaging in intense exercise after Wang Ai suggested, instead strolling along the mountain road shoulder to shoulder with He Wei on his back.

Thanks to Wang Ai, this small town has a very friendly attitude towards the Chinese. The two have actually developed the feeling of "Second Tubingen" these days.

When Wang Ai came back in sweat, the two were playing badminton on the grass in front of the villa. At the same time, Shi Wenjun, Kang Si and several guards were playing. Wang Aichong's healthy and lively friends smiled. People who are often in a family will influence each other. Wang Ai training, they also love sports. In turn, they love sports, which makes Wang Ai more accustomed to training.

Although it was about the same mileage, Wang Ai drove the ball and ran four sections. The amount of exercise was greater than the defense of his peers. Therefore, Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan did not sweat as much as Wang Ai. They came back and washed their faces. Now, Wang Ai has to take a bath.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Wang Ai heard: "Eh, today is Laba Congee?"

Xu Qinglian was still cutting vegetables while wearing an apron: "Well, it's for your brain."

Wang Ai knew that his girlfriend was ridiculing herself, or she might have held a grudge against last night, he hehe smiled and took cat food and dog food and went out to serve the two masters.

The friends came back one by one, sitting in a mess, one after another, reading the newspaper while eating. This is also Wang Ai's habit. His time is too tight and he has no time to read the newspaper slowly. He doesn't believe in things like eating and reading that delay digestion. Instead, he believes that gastrointestinal digestion depends on instinct, and the less brain intervention, the better. He didn't believe that his brain could drain the blood in his stomach.

Western medicine is just like this. It plays well in the part, and lacks the overall situation. Once it crosses the boundary from the part to the whole, it often makes jokes. What they say is that it’s not good to eat eggs today, to eat eggs tomorrow, and to eat eggs the day after tomorrow.

Today’s newspapers are as usual a continuation of yesterday’s Wang Ai’s “No. However, after a day of trouble yesterday, Wang Ai was also a little flat. I skipped this and didn't read it, and specifically looked for other news in the corner.

Not to mention that this look really found something special. A reporter interviewed Ibrahimovic’s agent. It is said that Ibrahimovic is considering a transfer.

Three shifts...

By the way, no one has time to read during the New Year