I am Chuqiu Wang

Chapter 69
"Thunder Monkey, you son of a bitch, glad to see you again."

Pjanic stunned the old Wang who was waiting for Wang Xie at Shuangliu Airport. Seeing Pjanic's elated look, this matter must have been caused by Wang Xie!
"What about my mother, why didn't she come?"

Wang Huo looked left and right and asked.

Wang Jianjun glared at Wang Hao: "Leave your mother alone, let me ask you what's going on?"

"What's going on, Mira wanted to visit China, so she followed her."

Wang Xie seized the opportunity and the villain first complained: "Old Wang, I didn't blame you. You can't eat much if you have one more person. Can you search and search, and when you see guests at home, you will show your face and grow up." Saying that you are discrediting the country will affect our international image, and it will embarrass me to write novels!"

"Don't be so talkative, I'm asking you what's going on with the 'leftover'!"

Hearing Lao Wang's question, Wang Hao couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed wildly while supporting the pillar and patting his thigh.

This name is so gratifying, and I am really talented, even if I don't play football, I can still support my family by going out to get my name tested.

"Dog, dog leftover..."

It took a long time for Wang Xie to come over and hold his stomach and complain: "I said, Lao Wang, old people say that cheap names are easy to support, why do you point at people's names, this idea is bad, gender discrimination and name discrimination are equally wrong! "

Wang Jianjun knew Wang Huo's temperament, so he simply didn't reason with him, grabbed the backpack and led the way, out of sight and out of mind.

Recently, he has been thinking about whether he had the wrong child in the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, and he doesn't know who Wang Xie's slippery temperament is like.

"Alai, is there anything funny?"

asked a bewildered Pjanic.

"It's okay, my dad told a very funny joke just now, so I couldn't hold back."

Wang Hui replied that he didn't realize that lying to his face was bad.

"Really, then tell me about it!"

Pjanic's curiosity is not so strong, he wants to find out everything.

Wang Ji waved his hand impatiently: "It's all in Chinese, and you won't understand it if you say it. It's not funny to translate it into French."

Originally, he wanted to teach Pjanic a lesson when he got off the plane, but he didn't have much chance when Lao Wang came, but this doesn't mean that Wang Xie will get used to the bastard, and he can't escape the beating.

"Ok."

Pjanic wasn't feeling too happy, mostly because he liked the sense of participation and wanted an explanation if it wasn't funny.

However, his emotions came and went quickly, and he was full of curiosity about the scenery in front of him.

"Old Wang, I said you can buy a car, and take the bus every time you go back!"

Wang Xie patted the front seat and said in a low voice. Pjanic stretched his neck to look out, and twisted back and forth, almost squeezing him down.

"Buy a car, why buy a car?"

"I walk to work in a few minutes, and your mother only takes a few stops. Buying a car is a waste... Do you know that the price of gasoline has risen again, and there is no benefit in driving out to satisfy vanity."

Got it!
Unable to explain clearly to him, Wang Hao simply shut up.

His old Wang has such a temperament. In his previous life, he didn’t buy a car until 2019. In his words, there are more cars than people, and walking is faster than driving. Anyway, Lao Wang always has a reason when he refuses to consume.

After arriving home, the old lady was also surprised by the name "God Leftover", but she didn't show it at all. She dragged Pjanic to Wang Hao's bedroom to settle down. She was very enthusiastic, as if Pjanic was her own son. .

"How long are you staying this time?"

Lao Wang asked in a nonchalant tone, but he was very nervous.

Although I went to France a few times not long ago, who would dislike my son staying at home for a long time?

Wang Xie has been watching football with him since he was a child. After he went abroad, Lao Wang felt that the game was boring.

After changing his shoes, Wang Chong took an ordinary watermelon from the refrigerator, found a spoon and dug it out, and said while eating, "Let's save you and my mother from being unhappy."

Hearing his words, Wang Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little bastard, I didn't know how to make arrangements when I brought guests back, so I just cared about eating by myself!"

Wang Ji lowered his head as if nothing had happened, wishing he could bury his whole face in the watermelon, anyway, he wouldn't be so stupid as to argue with his old lady.

Seeing that Wang Ji didn't speak, Chu Hongyu shifted her target: "Old man, your son is ignorant and you are ignorant? Don't you always watch football? Go in and talk to him!"

Lao Wang coughed and almost choked to death on his saliva.

At his level, he doesn't know any English, so can he "talk" to people whose native language is French?
But Lao Wang is an old Jianghu after all, and he would not defend himself at this time, so he raised his legs and went into the house, not forgetting to give Wang Xie a look when he left.

Chu Hongyu, who had no purpose, packed up the dining table and went into the kitchen: "Eat less cold food, or you will have a stomachache later. If there is anything you want to eat at night, I will make it for you."

"As long as you cook, I love to eat!"

"It will sound nice."

Chu Hongyu smiled and pushed Wang Ji out of the kitchen.

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At dinner, my mother cooked a large table of dishes, and Pjanic ate ​​to his satisfaction, and looked no different from his teammates who had just arrived in France after coming out of Africa.

"Alai, Chinese food is too delicious!"

After taking a shower, Pjanic slumped on the bed and clutched his stomach aftertaste.

Wang He has heard this kind of talk a lot, and they all say that French food is delicious, but the French people he saw did not want to leave after they came to Sichuan and Chongqing.

The French coach invited by the Football Association agreed to stay because of the Sichuan cuisine. Pjanic grew up in Luxembourg, which is next to Metz, which is no different from France, so even the reaction is the same.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to eat something special tomorrow, the snacks alone can guarantee that you won't repeat the same holiday!"

Wang Hao said proudly that Chinese people have never been afraid of eating, and Sichuan-Chongqing cuisine is the most popular in the whole of China.

When he was sleeping at night, the corners of Pjanic's mouth were drooling and he kept muttering.

Wang Hao couldn't help shaking his head when he saw his unpromising appearance. He was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep. He will be able to go to the European competition next season. He is really looking forward to it. There is no way to calm down in the European war.

"This is still the Europa League. If it is changed to the Champions League, I don't know how excited I will be."

Just thinking about the majestic Champions League theme song, Wang Hao got goosebumps all over his body. For some reason, Emily appeared in his mind again, and he didn't fall asleep until the early morning.

"Alai, Alai, wake up, we are leaving!"

Pjanic kept shaking Wang Ji's arm and shouted.

"Brother, what time is it? Don't you usually like to sleep late?"

Wang Hao protested in a sleepy sleep. He had only slept for a few hours, and he felt uncomfortable when he was woken up.

"Yeah, I really like sleeping."

Pjanic swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "But my stomach is protesting, do you know how much trouble you said yesterday caused me, even in my dreams I dreamed that I was eating. Can't wait!"

"Get up, I'm so hungry, I feel like I could eat a cow..."

Wang Huo was so tempered by him that he reluctantly got up to wash up.

After the two went downstairs, they saw a few children playing football on the sidelines. At first, Wang Hao didn't think much about it. He was not a showy person, but a child accidentally kicked the ball over. With a kick, he started his performance.

Left foot, right foot, knee, top of the head, and even the back, there is no place where the ball cannot be juggled. The group of children exclaimed and applauded vigorously. There are endless ball-jumping moves, like the buddy who is performing boulders on his chest under the flyover, Wang Yu wants to help him yell a few words, "Brother passed by the precious land, but I have no choice but to spend all my money. Now I am performing some unique skills. The rich will make money. It's a personal place where money is held..."

After a while, the group of children realized that something was wrong.

After failing to get the ball back for a long time, he finally got anxious. A child recognized Wang Huo, pinched his waist and raised his head to threaten: "Hurry up and give us the ball, or I'll go to your house and complain to Grandma Chu!"

Grandma Chu?
This seniority is a bit strange, but Wang Hao is more concerned about why the kid is so awesome. It is obvious that Pjanic refused to give him the ball, and if he didn’t ask Pjanic to come over and threaten him. It's so annoying, at least he could have been a comprador a few decades earlier.

But since this kid knew his old lady, Wang Huo didn't want to be troublesome, so he didn't care about it. The community is the family area of ​​Lao Wang's work unit, and his parents may know each other.

He doesn't care about it, but the other child cares about him, pointing with a small hand: "Just wait, I'll go now!"

Fuck, do you really think I'm easy to bully?

This time Wang Hao was not happy. He stretched out his foot and hooked the ball from Pjanic. After a slight bump, he kicked a big foot directly into the flower bed on the other side of the community, and pulled Pjanic to turn around and leave.

"You bully people, adults bully children, just wait, I'll go home and tell my dad... Woohoo, wait, Grandma Chu won't beat you to death, she's really fierce..."

The child's voice behind him was accompanied by crying, and Wang Hao felt a little bit guilty. He was really wrong. He should have kicked the ball directly to the roof of the house just now. Seeing that the kid is still talking hard.

"Alai, I don't think you should bully children!"

Pjanic said.

Wang Huo finally found the reason, punched and kicked, because of who would I have the same knowledge as those children, you are still as good as a normal person!
After venting his anger, he was really refreshed. Pjanic pouted his mouth and kept gesticulating behind Wang Xie. Seeing Wang Xie turn around, he immediately put his hands behind his back. His behavior like a thief made Wang Xie uncontrollably happy.

When he arrived at the place, Wang Hao ordered all the breakfasts in the shop. Pjanic came here with great difficulty, and he had to do his best to be a landlord, lest the second-hand guy go back and complain that there is no delicious food, and discredit his hometown, right?

Zongzi, braised eggs, glutinous rice balls, steamed buns, burning noodles set a table

Pjanic stared at his round eyeballs, and wiped his saliva in disappointment: "There are so many kinds of breakfast?"

"That's not too much!"

Although Wang Wei thinks that Sichuan cuisine is the best in the world, when it comes to breakfast, it is better in eastern Guangdong. The first time he drank morning tea and Pjanic’s performance was no different. It was really shocking to see more than 20 baskets on the table for breakfast. !

"If you have time, go to the east of Guangdong. There are hundreds of breakfasts there."

The spoon in Pjanic's hand dropped with a bang: "Come on, hundreds of kinds?"

"Yeah, there are hundreds of breakfasts in the country!"

"Alai, I don't want to go back to France!" Pjanic said pitifully.

He always thought that China was relatively backward, but now it seems that the Europe he grew up in is in dire straits...

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(End of this chapter)