On the night of the victory, Wang Ai received an unexpected invitation: the boss Mansour asked for a single request in order to discuss Manchester City's unprecedented possibility of reaching the quarter-finals of the Champions League. Of course Wang Ai didn't brag, but only said that he was familiar with Camp Nou: it seemed that he never lost a few times.

I got home very late, and the time for night practice was running out. Wang Ai could only go upstairs to rest after working in the gym for half an hour.

"I have Shakira's phone number, do you want it?" Xiaomei tempted out of the bathroom.

"I worked hard just now?" Wang Ai rolled his eyes and waved.

Xiaomei's face was stubborn and she went to bed obediently. She was hugged by Wang Ai and carefully covered with a quilt. The night outside the window is already lush, the night in early spring is very quiet, the window is opened a crack, and the night wind circulates in the bedroom.

"Old husband and wife, why do you still like to hold me?" Xiaomei fell into Wang Ai's arms: "I see many people say that after a few years of marriage, husbands and wives sleep separately, how can you fall asleep like this? Don't let go? Do you know it's uncomfortable for me to lie on my stomach like this?"

"Am I comfortable?" Wang Ai smiled and didn't read from the book, and the result... "Hey, ha!"

"I can't make you too beautiful, and I won't speak human words if you are too beautiful." Xiaomei let go of her hand, smoothed her pajamas, and said curiously, "Do you really have feelings for Shakira? Don't you like it? Or do you think electric hips are fun?"

"The electric hip is..." Wang Ai babbled: "No, it's not because of this, my physical fitness is so good, isn't the frequency of my acceleration different? Not this."

Xiaomei didn't say anything, she listened to the man expressing her feelings with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I think her free and unrestrained, yet stubborn and independent temperament is very good. Of course, her appearance is also in line with my aesthetic. But there are many such people, I usually don't notice them, mainly for three years... She was a The Latin pop queen, why should it be me, or Messi, Ronaldo, in terms of strength comparison, our strength status is the benchmark, right? Why is Pique? What is he?" Wang Ai lay on the bed Exaggerated words: "Don't look at her much older than Pique, but in fact, she is married, and her status is too poor. And the peak of his playing career is only so many years, and singers don't say that the older they get, the more popular they are? Anyway? There is always no shortage of money. Even if you have been silent for more than ten years, you can sell a wave of feelings, but the stars are not good. You can also sell feelings, but if you can't sell them at a price, you can't go up and play again, right? Your speed, strength, and technique are all gone, the fans have eyes, and no one will pay attention to you except the old fans.”

"Well, it sounds nice on the lips, and the body is honest?"

Wang Ai snorted heavily, ignoring the hand of Xiaomei who was still making trouble under the quilt, and then said: "So the combination of a star and a singer generally cannot escape the breakup, unless their career curves overlap, that is, the star is in his thirties. Changed careers, declined, and singers began to decline for no apparent reason. It’s okay. Otherwise, look at it, it’s almost impossible to get better.”

"According to what you said, it's true." Xiaomei stopped and hugged Wang Ai's waist: "Li Bing and Gan Ping are good, but Li Bing retired and Gan Ping didn't have much success in the music world. Gao Naying is not good. It's okay for Gao Feng to retire. Na Ying's career is on the rise. Beckham Victoria is almost the same. After Beckham retired, he still maintained a high commercial value. Victoria stopped singing. The commercial value is average. Pique and Shaqi La... Shakira, unless there is a major scandal, the status of the Latin queen is unshakable, Pique? Like you said, his football status is very average, not even a heavyweight football award, except Young is nothing, and when he retires, the disparity will be even greater."

"The two of them must maintain a certain quality of life when they are together. Pique can't make enough money for Shakira, so he basically can't save the money he makes. When he retires, he will basically depend on women to support him." Wang Ai added: "Tsk tsk, when the mentality is unbalanced to find true love, the two will end. Love without economic foundation is not impossible, but it is difficult. Love with economic foundation is like a circle beam."

"Do you guys particularly like the feeling of having the final say? Once you don't have enough money, you'll feel boring if you don't have a hard waist?"

"This doesn't mean that men can do whatever they want, the whole society thinks so. What do you mean by masculinity? Isn't it still a big deal and bear the pressure? Once a man can't bear it, you can see it again? He can't bear it himself. , women can't stand it, and the whole society doesn't accept it. Which is a good word for a small man or a big man? What about a small woman and a big woman? The society is actually intolerant to men, just like the society is to stars and celebrities, if you are strong, you will Take on more."

When Xiaomei heard this, she suddenly got up from the bed, and when Wang Ai unexpectedly asked why, she opened the bedside table, took out a pen and paper, and wrote while writing: "I have to write it down, if the two of them become yellow in a few years, it will be fine. If you don't have yellow, see how I laugh at you."

Wang Ai smiled and waited for Xiaomei to go back to bed after recording before taking her hand: "Just kidding, why are you so serious?"

"Hey, go to sleep."

That night until dawn, Wang Ai got out of bed lightly, but when she came out of the bathroom, she found that Xiaomei was also up, and said unexpectedly: "Why? You don't sleep more?"

Xiaomei picked clothes from the chair beside the bed on her own: "It's nothing, I just think it's incompetent as a woman. I haven't accompany you when you practice every morning."

Wang Ai sneered: "Can you afford it? But don't say it, if you really accompany me, at least you don't have to worry about the sagging of the top."

Xiaomei put on her pants, lowered her head and passed by Wang Ai: "I'm going to wash my face..."

Then, without waiting for Wang Ai to react, he jumped onto Wang Ai's back and pinched his neck with both hands, biting his ears, and groaning angrily. Wang Ai carried her into the bathroom with a smile, and smiled while hugging her shoulders to watch her wash. After washing, Xiaomei suddenly said, "Will you fall on your feet because of running?"

"how is this possible?"

"How could that woman be possible?"

"It makes sense."

"Go out!" Xiaomei pushed Wang Ai and kicked him from behind.

Today's morning is refreshing, probably because the daily morning exercise will make the weather change in high latitudes more obvious. After running for about five kilometers with a few female guards, Shi Wenjun wandered in the woods. Admire the changing colors of the sky, without disturbing the man who is dedicated to training.

"Yesterday CCTV called, and this morning your movie is going to be released."

"Okay." Wang Ai raised his head and smiled, then lowered his head and dribbled again: "Let's watch together."