Reborn on Top of Football

People like Zhao Dan, who had worked with Wang Ai for more than ten years, of course noticed something unusual about Wang Ai, but he didn't say anything and couldn't ask, so he had no choice but to listen to him and play poker with him.

Wang Ai rarely plays poker, not even once in several years. Sometimes the guards at home beat him just for fun. He prefers to play computer games in his free time.

In the cabin that night, Wang Ai not only played badly, but also often wandered off. If Zhao Dan hadn't noticed Wang Ai's expression and reminded him in time, Jin Yuan, who was fighting against him, would have complained long ago.

Outside the porthole, a glimmer of light finally appeared on the eastern horizon. This brightness was nothing compared to the darkness in the sky, but it made Wang Ai drop the cards in his hand and look at the porthole greedily.

It was an ordinary sunrise, a female textile worker chasing Zhongcai very fast, but it was Wang Ai, the first of the three super giants in football, the holder of the 100-meter record in sports, and the most famous and accomplished person in China and Asia. The highest sports star and philanthropist, one of the three giants in Chinese football, the heir to a trillion-dollar family fortune, and millions of employees...a moment of decision-making that is both real and imaginary.

The east became brighter, and Wang Ai seemed to have left his body. He lowered his head and rubbed his face under the worried eyes of his assistant and guard. What he wanted to say, Wang Ai still didn't say. He took the phone with the video call from Marissa's hand with trembling hands, took a deep breath and asked: "Who is here?"

"They're all here," said the little beauty.

"I'm fine, go to sleep." Wang Ai said calmly: "I'm fine."

Everyone on the other side was getting angry, no one said anything, and the phone didn't hang up. This was still a bit worrying.

Wang Ai didn't hang up. He put down the phone and looked at the young faces in front of him: "Let's take turns to rest. There are still a few hours. Thank you for your hard work. Please accompany me crazy. I'm fine. I'm just a little dazed."

"Is it okay to be in a trance?" Anna didn't believe it.

Wang Ai had a smile on his face that he had just recovered from a serious illness, everything was going well, and he had no extravagant expectations. He touched the tip of the Golden Boot trophy with his right hand: "Thank you for staying with me for so long. I won't tell you why my mood fluctuates. I just I want to say that at this historic moment, with you by my side, everything is fine. Come and take a group photo! My only gain from this World Cup, the only gain from the Chinese team, and the only gain from all of Asia, is here."

The Golden Boot trophy was placed on the table, with a pile of playing cards underneath. Qian Ziqiang greeted him, and everyone gathered around and asked the stewardess to help. Wang Ai sat on one side of the trophy, still smiling as if he was recovering from a serious illness. He was not as domineering as yesterday when he was eating and drinking at the Luzhniki Stadium. Two female assistants were holding their arms in front of the shoulders, and then there were the male guards. They poked their heads into the camera.

You can't get that far on a plane, so you have to put your head in if you want to get into the shot.

The flight attendant was also smart. She set her phone to take selfies, placed it on the shelf opposite, then turned around and got into the shot. Fortunately, she was sensible and left quietly after taking a group photo. Unlike other wealthy people, Wang Ai doesn't use private jets much. The crew, including her, spend most of their time traveling on a salary.

But in this way, he is not familiar with Wang Ai, and is far less close than his assistant and guard.

Covered in a ray of sunshine, the plane passed through the Gobi Desert of Siberia and Mongolia and entered Inner Mongolia. In order to relieve Wang Ai's boredom, Chen Zhengwu pointed downwards to explain the terrain to Wang Ai, and took Liu Liang and Su Shi to discuss how to use the large depth theory on this land.

Marissa and Anna didn't sleep either, and Anna was even more tired and helped adjust the atmosphere. Wang Ai's depression just now scared everyone. They have never seen Wang Ai in such a state, not even Zhao Dan, who experienced depression during the Inter Milan period in 2008, has never seen it. This leaves everyone with no choice but to rely on instinct.

But this time Wang Ai didn't get out of it as quickly as usual, but was immersed in it for a long, long time, until the plane landed at the airport in bright sunshine.

"Drive slowly, drive slowly." Wang Ai looked greedily at the street scene outside the window and kept telling Li Lin who was driving.

Li Lin looked at Zhao Dan in the rearview mirror. Zhao Dan didn't know what to say, so he could only shake his head slightly and nod again. But Li Lin could understand: It's no big deal, just do it.

How could Li Lin have guessed about his rebirth? But he also had an idea. While turning the steering wheel, he muttered: "How about some fried liver?"

Wang Ai suddenly looked at Li Lin, thought for a while and shook his head: "Do you know what makes me most sad? I can't remember any famous snacks in my hometown."

Li Lin smiled and said: "I can't remember it either, because there are no famous snacks in Liaoyang."

Wang Ai also laughed and said no more. The car drove directly into the quiet Wang Manor.

After a while, Wang Ai, who was eating steamed dumplings in the restaurant, sighed: "After thinking about it, the dumplings at home are still delicious, and I am worried."

Ai Xiaoqing didn't hear the following words: "Eat more if it tastes good, and take a good rest after eating."

Wang Ai agreed and became alive.

After putting the children into the car one by one, Xu Qinglian, who was escorting the car, told Wang Ai not to sleep until she came back. But when she came back, Wang Ai finally fell asleep on the little beauty's lap.

"Look, you're relying on me." The little beauty pointed to the big beauty's hand holding her waist: "I said I felt comfortable for a while, and I fell asleep now, just to wait for you."

Xu Qinglian looked down for a while: "It should be fine."

Then Xu Qinglian got up and went to check on Huang Xin and Leonie. They were both mothers for the second time. They were far from being as nervous or even panicked as the first time. Even though the due date was only two days away, Huang Xin was still in a relaxed mood.

Xu Qinglian walked around and found that Marissa and Anna were also resting. The male guards who had returned were also resting. Only Zhao Dan was still handing over work to Lao Fan. No matter how many days Wang Ai stayed at home, as long as he was at the Wang Manor, security Fan Yucheng is responsible for the work.

"I suddenly felt depressed, very serious. We have been with him for three or four hours, and I'm afraid I can only control it a little. This is the first time I have encountered such a serious situation. Maybe it's because I feel uncomfortable watching others win the championship?" Zhao Dan shook his head: "Still. Mr. Ai's dumplings are magical, just eat a dozen or so and you'll be fine. Maybe it would be better if we take some with us next time we go out."

Xu Qinglian smiled and nodded: "You go and have a rest. He is still sleeping. I will wake him up later and go to the bedroom to sleep. I guess as long as Huang Xin is fine, he will not wake up."

Coincidentally, when Wang Ai woke up for dinner at night, Huang Xin's stomach made a sound, and the medical team that had been prepared came forward. Two hours later, in the delivery room of Wang's Manor, Wang Ai's sixth baby was born. A child, a fifth son, was born.