It was late at night when I got home the next day. Game delays, interview delays, flight delays... He had run out of patience in the end, and left as soon as he got his luggage at the airport, his face was so terrifying that no one dared to stop him.
"Uh... did you mention it to him?" the head coach asked the assistant coach from behind.
"Not yet." The assistant coach showed a "who dares" expression.
The two coaches watched the general's angry back go away, and wanted to ask him if he was willing to change to the coach for such an important matter... Let's talk about it another day.
When I got home, the lights were out. He tiptoed for fear of waking up his grandfather who had already gone to bed. After entering the house, he found that there was still someone in the kitchen.
Li Yongxuan was supposed to be at work, waiting for him, but it was too late, so the kitchen light was on, the computer on the table was on, and there was a pile of magazine materials beside her, but she was already lying on the table and fell asleep.
As soon as he saw her, his anger disappeared, and the soft emotions of joy and distress grabbed his heart. Mai Weizhe walked over quietly, and couldn't help bending over to kiss her face gently, for fear of disturbing her dreams.
She was still awakened, and when she opened her eyes and saw him smiling, the corners of her mouth curved into a sweet smile.
"You're back," she said softly.
"How do you sleep here? Be careful of back pain." He said with a chuckle, and started to stroke and knead her shoulders and neck. "Another night of playing on the computer, you're about to go to rehab—"
Li Yongxuan's water eyes widened, she suddenly woke up, and started to clean up the documents on the table in a panic, typing on the keyboard in a hurry to finish her work.
"I-I actually fell asleep..." she said angrily. It should have been done before he got home!
"Take your time, just do it tomorrow if you can't finish it." Although he said that, he didn't urge her, because he knew how serious this young lady was about her duties. He was standing behind her and slowly massaged her gently—just this company, with her by his side, was enough.
... Of course, it's a lie to say enough. While she was still busy, his big palm started to mess up. He was massaging his shoulders, and then slowly, slowly, through the neckline of her T-shirt, boldly violated her plump snow breasts.
Kneading through the thin lace corset, the originally soft nipples responded quickly and stiffened. She gasped in pain, twisting her waist to hide, "Wait a minute... let me, I'll take this... um..."
"You're busy with your work." He bit her ear, and said deliberately, while teasing and fondling her body, which had been trained to be extremely sensitive.
Of course she lost. After a while, their lips were pressed against each other.
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*The content of this book is slightly edited, please understand*
Intense love, inseparable.
When their bodies were so glued and lacquered, both of them still had a little doubt in their hearts—
Just now, why did she cover up her work on the computer
Did he see what she was doing before
【chapter Ten】
The next training camp, at least at the local training center, will allow McWay to go home every day for a while. It finally made him feel better.
The training camp lasted for two weeks, and they led the children of the youth group to train. Because almost all of the youth teams in the current team are directly promoted, it is obligatory for all of them to go all out.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, because one of the machines for cleaning the ice surface on the field was faulty and the other was under maintenance, the ice surface was in poor condition and the scheduled practice could not be carried out. The players earned a half-day leave. Mai Weizhe rejected the suggestion of his teammates to go to the bar to relax together and went home directly.
As a result, no one was in the house. He found his grandfather in the backyard who was tidying up the small garden.
"Why are you back?" The grandfather, who was wearing a sun hat and holding a small shovel, was surprised when he saw him.
"This is my house, can't I come back?" Mai Weizhe was a little confused, "Where's Xuan Xuan?"
After grandpa's shocked expression passed, he closed his mouth tightly, lowered his head and continued digging, but refused to say anything.
Although Grandpa didn't talk much when he woke up, his old man's expression was not right. Besides, why didn't you answer the question of where is Li Yongxuan? Just say, "She went shopping", "Go to the library to return the book" and so on, wouldn't it be fine
"Where's Xuan Xuan?" Mai Weizhe asked again, "Aren't you at home?"
"A big man, don't stick to your wife like this." The grandfather taught his grandson a lesson, "Yongxuan can go wherever he wants, what do you care about?"
The words are right, but who wants him to not see Li Yongxuan for a while, and the whole person is not right? She has such an easy-going personality, in case she encounters a big wild wolf with ulterior motives outside—
After being taught a lesson, Mai Weizhe sat on the ground in a sullen mood, sulking beside him, and sullenly pulling weeds at will.
After being bored for a long time, he murmured, "The association... seems to want me to be transferred to the coach."
Grandpa heard and nodded, "Well, what do you think?"
Twenty-five or six years old is an embarrassing age. As far as their sport is concerned, most of the heroes are teenagers. I think that Mai Weizhe won his first world championship in 19 years. In the past few years, everyone who can win has won, and it is not impossible to continue training and competition.
But coaching is indeed a relatively stable profession, not to mention that after switching to coaching, the time you can stay in the training center has greatly increased, and you don't have to run around to various business activities.
Before, he would never have considered it, feeling that the time had not come, and he was not mentally ready to retire from the game; but now...
"Being a player is very stressful, but you make more money. Coaching has less money, but you are stable." Saying it means not saying it, nonsense.
The grandparents fell silent again. Grandpa knew that money was a big consideration for Mai Weizhe. In addition to grandfather's meager retirement pay, the grandfather and grandson relied on Mai Weizhe to go out to fight to earn bonuses in these years. Life is comfortable now, but—
However, grandpa suddenly said: "You don't have to worry about money, just do what you do. You have saved a little in the past few years, and you have a good wife."
What does this mean? He looked at his grandfather suspiciously.
"Yongxuan has expertise. After you get married, I will leave the savings and real estate to her. She has talked to me about investment, and she is still researching job opportunities in sports brokerage. She should—"
Mai Weizhe stood up suddenly, his handsome face was full of anger, "She would rather tell you these words than discuss it with me? What is this?"
Grandpa was completely unmoved, just gave him a cold look, "You are so irritable that you can't find anyone in the afternoon, how could you agree to let her go to work? You think she's an idiot, can't you see it?"
Some people are said to be central and cannot be refuted, like a deflated ball.
Being bored, he couldn't sit still, so he sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll go for a run."
After changing his clothes, Mai Weizhe went out for a run in a fit of anger. I ran for several kilometers all the way, I didn't know where I ran, I just wanted to use my body to vent my sullenness!
As a result, it was such a coincidence that he ran all the way to the foot of the nearby mountain, near the park, when he was thinking about whether to turn back to Cong or go around to the other side to run the stairs, when a shiny sports car caught his eye.
The expensive European sports car was parked in the empty parking lot of the remote park. It was a bit awkward. He took a curious look.
At a glance, the beating heart almost stopped.
Li Yongxuan stood beside the car. Beside her is Liang Wenhe.
Mai Weizhe pressed against his suddenly aching chest, resting on the railing with the other hand, panting wildly. His eyes seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't look away.
She was wearing a white shirt and a dark suit jacket with her hair up, just like the neat OL when he first met her. Time seemed to turn back, and he went back to the athlete who could only look at her from afar, and she was a powder-collar nobleman who was shrewd and powerful in another world.