Reborn on Top of Football

This father-son conversation eliminated Wang Ai's last worry, so that when he went back to his room to sleep, he hummed a pop song whose name was forgotten.

As the methods prepared over the years came in handy, the burden on Wang Ai's heart was lightened bit by bit. Many memories before rebirth have been blurred, only this incident has been unforgettable, and finally played its due role through many years of layout.

He can't fight against changes in the earth's crust, but he can reduce losses through a series of "coincidences". Although no one knows the feat this time, it is nothing at all. Because Wang Ai's harvest is huge.

Compared with those who have achieved success through historical opportunities and personal struggles, the betting behavior that sees through the fog of history can easily get things that others can't get, but they can't get the mind to be tempered.

Rebirth people also need to pursue self-worth and gain self-recognition. This is human nature. The success of "cheating" is only illusory in personal psychology. The more flowers bloom, the more painful and anxious. This kind of psychological pressure is unknown to others, and only one can find a way.

Immersion in debauchery is one way, but it's just an escape. Only tangible changes can make up for his weakness under his external success, or his true sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Otherwise, if you go on for a long time, you will fall into crazy self-denial and become a maddening mental illness.

In addition, it is to a field where the prophet is invalid, such as... Chinese football!

Does the prophet have a fart? Don’t you still have to work hard to train your body? Work hard to practice football skills? Do you know the future development and the result of the competition? Can the mouth can blast a goal?

Football is Wang Ai's long-cherished wish, but it is also a bridge to help him rebuild himself.

Lying on his big bed at night, Wang Ai tossed and couldn't fall asleep, so he found out his mobile phone and harassed Xu Qinglian next door. They still sleep in separate rooms at home, and Xu Qinglian is still a 21-year-old girl outside the house and in the eyes of friends.

Of course, Wang Bin, Ai Xiaoqing and even the old Xu who is far away in Yingkou know that Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian must have lived together outside, who has not been young yet? But I know that I know that the two of them still can't go beyond the house, and occasionally they can eat a meal while the parents are not paying attention.

It was so loud that the parents of both sides were embarrassed.

Xu Qinglian was also tired today. After returning from the European toss, she took a rest in the afternoon. In the evening, she went to the Football Association and the leaders to have dinner. It was not a private dinner, and the procedures and rules should not be wrong. So when she came back at night, she greeted her familiar neighbors and went back to bed.

So, Wang Ai's text message bombing, she didn't respond. The door of the sleeping room was plugged in at night. Without her cooperation, Wang Ai had to make a move if he wanted to achieve his goal. But what about the night shift guards in the dead of night?

Wang Ai fiddled with the phone boredly, the quilt couldn't be suppressed, and there was nowhere to put it, but he thought of Kang Si next door. It stands to reason that it's okay to call an assistant over to discuss things in the middle of the night, right? Can Conse agree? I want to be strong...Anyway, she...what the **** am I thinking?

People can't help but become debauched if their hearts are exhausted!

Wang Esso, who was extremely energetic, got off the ground wrapped in quilt, sat cross-legged on the large sofa chair, turned on the computer and watched the movie.

Various special effects scenes flashed the dark room, and also reflected on Wang Ai's face, who gradually closed his eyes.

Early in the morning, Wang Ai was pushed awake, and the sun shone on Xu Qinglian's profile, as if it was shining.

Wang Ai said "Oh", feeling a bit blocked in her nose. She watched Xu Qinglian shook the mouse twice, turned off the computer, and turned around. She had short short hair, a crisp white dress and a light yellow waist. belt. Different from the trousers in Milan, she changed into the white long skirt she was used to when she returned home, which is also the outfit that Wang Ai is most obsessed with.

"Get up, pack up and have breakfast." Xu Qinglian opened Wang Ai's quilt and put it on the bed, urging her mouth.

She didn't know how attractive she was now. When she bent over to clean up the quilt with her back to Wang Ai, and laughed at Wang Ai's text message last night, she was hugged from behind and pressed on the bed without any explanation.

Xu Qinglian felt the hot breath from the back of her neck, her strong and warm hands on her chest and the big rocket on her buttocks, she sighed, she was so energetic after not sleeping well all night!

Xu Qinglian wanted to let Wang Ai hold her for a while to take advantage of it. But before she thought, Wang Ai began to untie her belt, and she struggled: "I'll have breakfast soon!"

Turning over, Xu Qinglian met Wang Ai’s hot eyes, feeling that today’s boyfriend is very different, and carefully asked: “What’s wrong with you? You didn’t have a lot of fun the night before. Two hours later, it would have exhausted me. Up."

"I don't know, I can't help myself. I just have an idea now, don't eat breakfast, love someone! But I know this is wrong, but this idea is on my forehead, and I want to rush out."

With a trace of sensible anxiety in Wang Ai's excitement, Xu Qinglian stared at her boyfriend's eyes in a daze: No one told me that you are mentally ill. Thinking about it again, since the beginning of 2008, boyfriends seem to be abnormal.

At this time there is no time to reason, and no time to think about it. The breakfast in the front yard will be opened in less than 10 minutes. She thought that Wang Ai was very tired yesterday, so she came to call him so late, but she had to know this. , Not as good as...

"Go, bathroom!" Xu Qinglian decisively gave the order, and took Wang Ai in hand.

When she went to the bathroom and closed the door, Xu Qinglian gently kissed her boyfriend's mouth, with one hand hurriedly alive: "You will deal with it first, and I will give it to you at night if you have a chance. Breakfast can't be delayed. Be obedient."

Ten minutes later, Xu Qinglian, whose arms were sore and numb, wiped the sweat from her face in front of the mirror. Wang Ai, who was taking a cold shower through a glass door behind her, turned off the faucet and walked out. Although she was still excited, there was something in her eyes. The heat has faded a lot.

As she watched her boyfriend rubbing his body indiscriminately, Xu Qinglian leaned on the door and said in a leisurely tone: "Philosopher!"

Wang Ai went into the bedroom and thought about it twice before realizing that she was taunting herself by combining a man as an animal thinking in the lower body and a philosopher who never stopped thinking.

Wang Ai, who was struggling to press the "Thinking Organ" pants, had no time to roll his eyes.

Xu Qinglian picked a coat from the closet and a pair of shoes on the shoe rack. After she helped Wang Ai tidy up, she stood in front of her and admired it up and down.

"How about it, can't you see it?" Wang Ai put on a pair of loose trousers and held his belly in purpose.

"Well, I have become a gentleman again." Xu Qinglian's eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth smiled.