Since that night in Shenyang, Wang Ai has taken the initiative to reduce the frequency of dealing with Huang Xin and carefully observe her reactions.As a result, nothing happened.Huang Xin seems to be broken, completely unaffected, what to do, how to do it.Isn't this just taken over CY Sports, and I'm ready to do a big deal?
Wang Ai privately speculated that there were several possibilities: Huang Xin had amnesia; Huang Xin treated him as a child and didn't take it seriously; Huang Xin thought that Wang Ai was afraid that she would pity herself, so she comforted her; Huang Xin had a premonition; Huang Xin began to run out of ideas again.After thinking about it repeatedly, Wang Ai felt that the last one was the most likely.Over the years, Wang Ai has also tasted it, this sister has a little bit of a little wealth, the ideal of life is very simple, maybe a greeting from a distant friend, a cup of black tea on an autumn afternoon can let her enjoy it for half a day.The advantage of this person is that she has a relaxed attitude, is not impatient or impatient, has no desire and is rigid, can take up any work given to her, and can continue to make progress and do it satisfactorily.The disadvantage is also that if there is no desire, there is no long-term plan, and once she sets her own tone, she will become at a loss and even panic.For example, it is her duty to expand the market beyond the brokerage with the help of Jose, but she must seek support from Wang Ai in order to feel at ease.In short, Huang Xin is a tactical talent, not a strategic talent.It may have something to do with the fact that she was born in a single-parent family of traditional knowledge practitioners, and the more important it is, the more accustomed she is to other people's arrangements.Even if it is a major event in one's own life, it is often a mess because of looking ahead and backwards, advancing and retreating, and finally messing up.In the evening, Wang Ai made a chicken stew with mushrooms, a dish of sauerkraut with white meat and blood sausages, and a mess of British ingredients from the Northeast.The essence of messy stew is not what the ingredients are, but the cooking idea of "too lazy to cook and stew blindly"."
Come, sister, try it.""
This, how to eat."
Huang Xin picked up the chopsticks, looked up at the chicken stewed mushrooms that were not steaming, looked at the big pot of vegetables supported by the big bone sticks, and looked at the messy stew that couldn't distinguish the ingredients, and couldn't get off the chopsticks.Northeast cuisine is like this, rough and heroic, with a large amount and high energy.Huang Xin was full when she looked at the dishes.Xu Qinglian beside her saw Huang Xin embarrassed, and glanced at Wang Ai: What about you entertaining buddies?
Pushing away the pot of big bone sticks and pulling over a saucer, which was filled with southern European-style salmon, Huang Xin made a move and ate it and said okay.Wang Ai was quite bored and picked up a large handful of sauerkraut and white meat with chopsticks and put it in his bowl: "Isn't this afraid of homesickness?"
”Huang Xin wanted to say that I don't eat like this at home, but for Wang Ai's sake, I scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, eh?
The taste is okay!
After dinner, Lao Feng and his assistant said goodbye early and went to live in a small hotel in the city, but the family could not stay.Huang Xin also left together, and took Xu Qinglian and Kang Si with her by the way, Huang Xin came to London for the first time, and she was too busy to have time a few days ago, so Xu Qinglian took the initiative and invited her to play.At seven o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai approached the gate of the base, and the janitor Harry saw Wang Ai through the glass, and went out to greet him: "Wiwi, can you play in the Champions League?"
”Wang Ai and old Harry waved their hands: "I don't know." ”Old Harry shook his head and muttered back, and Wang Ai stepped onto the turf with the ball in his arms.Some time ago, in the game, he kicked a superb topspin ball, 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 wants to use this technology as his own logo, label and positioning.Regardless of whether Chelsea call him for the next game or not, no matter when Mr.
Roman remembers that he is still paying him, Wang Ai will continue to do it.The stadium is bright, and there are a few teenagers on the youth team who are also practicing hard, and they have no interest in dealing with each other, so everyone is silently sweating and practicing their own work.At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai arrived home sweating, drank a sip of water, rushed into the bathroom, took off the clean, flushed the water, and threw the sweat-soaked clothes stained with mud and grass clippings into the washing machine, snoring.When Wang Ai came out to go to the gym with his supper, several women had already returned from yoga, leaving the gym with a smell of fat powder.Turn on the ventilation fan, the autumn night outside London, it is already a little cold, Wang Ai is resting while eating supper, and at the same time watching the technical video taken by Yan Zhu for himself, occasionally pause, reverse, zoom in, take the ball and roll it on his feet.It wasn't until late at night that Wang Ai returned to her room, Xu Qinglian went to talk to the Huang Xin sisters next door, these days have been like this, inexplicably, Wang Ai looked at the empty room as if she had returned to the time when she was in Lako.When she goes to Milan in winter, Xu Qinglian still has to stay in London, and it has been uncertain whether she will go to Milan to accompany her after graduation.When the time comes, I will sleep alone again, and it will be even more difficult to endure without anyone in the deep mountains and old forests.In this unspeakable silence, Wang Ai met Peter Kenyon at the training ground one day later.The big fat man's expression was still smiling, even smiling, but he couldn't hide his tiredness, and when Wang Ai finished the afternoon training and was about to leave, he beckoned to Wang Ai: "Wiwi, happy National Day." ”A purebred Briton who said "Happy National Day" in Mandarin, Wang Ai went through it in his head to understand what he was saying.In other words, Chinese rarely say that the National Day is happy, and the National Day is usually quite happy, but the Chinese are willing to lean on the serious."
Thank you."
Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with him: "How are you doing, Peter?"
”"Not very good, to be honest."
Peter let go of Wang Ai's hand and put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulder: "Come to my office and talk, we always need to talk, right?"
”"Of course."
Wang Ai nodded: "I've been waiting for you." ”"Can't you just take the initiative to talk to me?"
Peter said aggrievedly: "We are friends, and we always have been." ”The two walked to Peter's small office in Cobham with a smile, and Wang Ai sat opposite Peter: "Don't let me go when I want to leave, drive me away when I don't want to leave, you still have my grievances?"
”Peter shook his head and patted his big belly: "Club, it's a group of people." ”Wang Ai nodded, and the two fell into silence, both waiting for the other to speak first.Peter's cheeks are thick, Wang Ai's cheeks are even thicker, after all, Peter has a request, and smiled awkwardly: "So, wiwi, can you play?"
”Wang Ai shrugged: "I train every day. ”"I'm not talking about a simple appearance."
Peter's expression became serious: "Instead, play hard and help the team with your goals." ”Wang Ai also became serious, and then smiled: "What about the conditions?"
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