Wang Ai hummed a song and happily walked through the slightly quiet city in the morning.

The traces of the Champions League battle last night were everywhere. When the scene of taking photos, holding the cup, and celebrating in the stadium ended, the celebration of fans in Milan had just begun. It was not only Jose who was launched into the sky last night, but Moratti was also an astronaut for the second time.

When the old man ran out of the crowd embarrassedly, his glasses were gone. After returning to the Nerazzurri for 13 years, he did not live up to the wishes of the fans who were eagerly looking forward to the return of the Morasi family. Finally, in the fifth consecutive year of winning the domestic league championship, he personally started the "Grand International Era 2.0", recurring The brilliance of Inter Milan also reproduced the brilliance of his father.

The seed that he sprouted when his father was holding his little hand to watch the game finally came to fruition.

When Wang Ai saw the old man at the post-match dinner, the old man's eyes were still red.

The fans sang in the streets and alleys of Milan, pulling the flags, and the whole city of Milan became a blue-black ocean. On this night, no red and black came out to make trouble. Although blue and black were their hate parties, they brought the Champions League trophy back to the city again after a year.

They are also the heroes of the city!

Today's Milan Derby is no longer as incompatible as it was based on class.

"I'm not your goddess?" Wang Ai, who was sitting on the sofa in the manager's office of Milan Light, suddenly heard Xu Qinglian speak behind the desk.

"Huh?" Wang Aizheng flipped through the various newspapers published today, and looked up in surprise.

"Hmph!" Xu Qinglian looked away from the computer, turned around and looked at Wang Ai: "You were very careful with me back then, for fear of breaking it. Now I found out that anyway, you raised my eyelids this morning. You must have been I dare not, you are afraid of breaking my eyelashes. And..."

Wang Ai's gaze flowed, and he stood up with a smile, and walked around the table with his hands on the armrest of the boss chair, and leaned down oppressively: "What else?"

"Well……"

Xu Qinglian was confused, and didn't know what to do. When she woke up, she realized that she had actually shrunk in the gap under the desk, with two long legs on the opposite side... The boyfriend lowered his head and pointed out: "Hurry up, I've long wanted to experience the passion for the office."

"Go to hell!" Xu Qinglian was embarrassed and annoyed, with both hands hard, there was a pulley under Wang Ai's chair, and when she hit the wall with a chair, she knocked down the hanger and tore off the oil painting on the wall...

"No, you can't do it, why are you so violent?" Wang Ai muttered, holding on to the clothes hanger and hanging oil paintings, and from time to time he asked Xu Qinglian to hit and hit her behind her back.

"Enough!" Wang Ai turned around and grabbed Xu Qinglian's hand: "I'll fight back again!"

"Are you fighting back?" Xu Qinglian still grunted.

A few minutes later, Wang Ai hugged Xu Qinglian and squeezed into a boss chair: "I have to bite you."

Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai and panted.

"I remember I worked hard last night."

Xu Qinglian hit Wang Ai again, weakly, then she felt her body slide down, and quickly stopped: "No, no, if someone comes in, I won't be able to survive. I will go home."

Wang Ai thought about it, too. The Milan Light is a common cause of the two, not a trifle.

"Then what do you think?" Wang Ai asked without a word: "I can even borrow the Champions League trophy last night."

"Don't worry." Xu Qinglian replied without beginning and end: "I need to talk to my family. You know the situation of my family."

Wang Ai put his head on Xu Qinglian's shoulder, and nodded after hearing the sound: "It's not that I'm picking up the matter. The relatives of your grandma's family are also amazing. Even if you are divorced, they will always stay away from each other and will not come to see you. "

Wang Ai's body in the arms of the beauty suddenly loosened, and Wang Ai hugged her tightly: "Well, don't think too much about it, maybe your mother has something else or it's inconvenient."

"You don't need to comfort me." Xu Qinglian exhaled: "My dad scolded me when I was a child that I was as hard-hearted as my mom. If my mom sees me as the crystallization of love between her and my dad, I will think of failure when I see it. Love, maybe you really don’t want to or deliberately avoid me."

Wang Ai gave a hum, and put his arms around Xu Qinglian for a long while: "No matter what, I will be with you. No matter what, I will be with you."

Perhaps because she finally confided the saddest thing in her heart, Xu Qinglian's mood suddenly became brighter: "Okay, you go back, I still have work here."

When Wang Ai stood up to the door, Xu Qinglian came up and kissed him: "In any case, I will be with you."

As the car walked home, Wang Ai was in a daze in the car. He lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, turned it over, and put it down again.

A few days later, the Meazza Stadium played the last match of the 0809 season in Serie A, against Inter Milan and Atlanta. As the only two players in the team, Mr. Golden Ball + World Footballer, decided to retire after the end of the season, this game became Figo's farewell match.

Inter Milan, the treble champion, prepared a grand farewell ceremony for Figo, and the whole game was full of the taste of farewell.

Wang Ai, Ibrahimovic, Zanetti, Cambiasso and other major stars all played. Figo played 60 minutes and scored two goals. If he hadn't waved to stop him, Wang Ai and other teammates would continue to assist him. , Help him perfect curtain call.

Figo, who received applause from the audience, stared affectionately at the blue-black stadium. Although he planned to play in the lower league next season, he initially had the idea of ​​hosting a commercial farewell match in Switzerland in the middle of next month. However, this is after all Triple Crown.

After all, this is his true career farewell match, and there is no more perfect curtain call performance.

Thinking of this, he raised his hands to the stands and applauded in the field. The game was even interrupted for a minute, and the Atlanta players also applauded him.

After Figo's exit, Jose replaced Wang Ai, and two friends who had known each other since 2001 were whispering on the sidelines.

The game ended with a 3:3 tie between the two sides. Inter Milan immediately opened a series of celebrations such as the Triple Crown parade, which lasted until June 2nd.

If it is not for the top ten competition that Wang Ai is eager to return, the activities of various sponsors in Italy and Europe can use up Wang Ai's time.

Everyone knows that the old Figo has become history. Among the glory of the "Triple Crown", the most shining star is from the Far East. Similarly, the gorgeous Barcelona also fell short. Although the Catalan media was dissatisfied after the game, the game was ultimately lost.

The "Great International Era" has arrived.