小÷说◎网, ♂小÷说◎网,
Zhang Feng was all ears, waiting for Pukan to say.
"Zhang, my daughter has been without a mother since she was a child. She is very lonely in her heart!" Pukan said earnestly: "She has never looked down on any man, not even me. She is better than many men. What they can do , she can do it too!”
"When she was three or four years old, in order to prevent her from being bullied by others and men, I taught her how to survive and not be bullied. After so many years, she has sat down and no man can bully her except you!"
Speaking of this, Pukan looked at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng said: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Pukan, I didn't do it unintentionally. I don't think I will see her again in the future. You can rest assured!"
"No, Zhang, she willingly let you bully her, do you know why?" Pukan said.
Zhang Feng shook his head.
This is pretending to be stupid. After all this, he is still pretending!
Pukan said: "She likes you, didn't you find out?"
"Well, Mr. Pukan, you know, I have a wife, and she is not the only girlfriend I have. I also have a girlfriend in Roman City!" Zhang Feng made it clear directly.
Pukan was angry. If anyone else had spoken like this, Pukan would have punched him long ago.
But I don't dare to do this to Zhang Feng.
"She knows you have another woman, but even so, she still likes you. Do you know why?" Pukan asked.
Zhang Feng shook his head again.
Pukan was angry again, but was suppressed hard.
"She doesn't care how many women you have, as long as she is in your heart or by your side, alas, you are so lucky. There are very few girls like her in the world!" Pukan said with emotion.
Rare indeed.
"Mr. Pukan, thank you and Miss Sharapova for your love. It makes me sincerely afraid. Sharapova is a very good girl, a very good girl. Things between me and her still depend on fate. We Chinese people are very particular about it." Fate, can Mr. Pukan understand? "
Zhang Feng handed out a good person card and talked about fate very tactfully.
But Pukan is a rough man, how could he understand the meaning of Zhang Feng's words? He thought that Zhang Feng had some scruples, and he was very confident in his daughter, who was so beautiful.
"Haha, understand, understand! Zhang, Sharapova has liked a man like you since she was a child. She will be devoted to you and will never fall in love with anyone else again!" Pukan said: "Your age It’s almost time, you have a child with her!”
Well…
Cough cough cough…
Zhang Feng choked on the smoke, Pukan was so direct.
"Mr. Pukan, what are you saying? Miss Sharapova and I haven't reached that point yet!" Zhang Feng said.
Pukan is so awesome.
"Zhang, am I right?" Pukan asked.
Zhang Feng really didn't know how to answer the call.
After holding it in for a while, Zhang Feng said: "Mr. Pukan, Sharapova and I need to take our time, there is no need to rush!"
In fact, Zhang Feng did not refuse directly because he still had concerns, all because he wanted his soldiers to come here for training.
If they had refused outright, I really can’t imagine what Sharapova or Pukan could have done.
"Haha, what I want is your words, Zhang, you are a reliable man, and your attitude towards this matter is very cautious. I feel safe to leave my daughter to you!" Pukan smiled happily.
Zhang Feng was stunned, as if things were already done. Is there such a thing
"Zhang, I'm old. I can still work for ten years at most, or even less. Who should I give the training camp to at that time? We Russians have a tradition of passing on family business. I only have one daughter. I will pass it on in the future. It’s for her, but she’s not suitable, but so what? So, this training camp will still be yours from now on, Zhang, do you understand what I mean?”
When Pukan said this, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that he had aged several years.
What he said came from the bottom of his heart. Zhang Feng could feel it. He was right. Sharapova was not suitable to inherit the training camp. She would only ruin the family.
If the training camp was left in her hands like this, the training camp would be gone in a few years.
Zhang Feng doesn't want this situation to happen, but does Zhang Feng have to sacrifice his appearance
Or is the training camp a dowry
"Mr. Pukan, thank you very much for your love. Sharapova and I will solve it ourselves. I believe in fate. Mr. Pukan, do you believe it?"
Zhang Feng's attitude seemed to have changed.
"Haha, I believe it, I believe it!" Pukan laughed loudly.
Pukan is a veteran, how could he not understand the meaning of Zhang Feng's words.
He knew the appeal of the training camp to Zhang Feng, and also knew that Zhang Feng liked this training camp very much, so he simply took out the training camp. It would be like this in the future anyway, and Pukan wanted to hand over the training camp to Zhang Feng. He was very interested in it. rest assured.
"I understand and will return to China, Mr. Pukan. I am very grateful to you for taking me in these few months, and for your and Sharapova's love. I am very happy!" Zhang Feng said sincerely.
Pukan said: "Zhang, I look forward to your coming back again. The training camp is yours!"
This sentence is very clear and heart-wrenching. It is testing Zhang Feng.
"Thank you Mr. Pukan for your kindness!" Zhang Feng could only say this and did not express any other attitude.
In fact, it leaves a lot of room for maneuver.
Because Zhang Feng felt that this matter was not his alone.
After coming out of Pukan's office, Zhang Feng called the old beggar. It was still up to the old beggar to decide this matter.
"You brat, you still know how to call me!"
The old beggar said this as soon as he answered the phone. He was very resentful. To be honest, Zhang Feng hadn't called the old beggar for a long time. He didn't call even to inquire about the attitude of the boss, and the old beggar didn't call him either. Telephone.
"Uh-huh, old guy, didn't I call you? Your health is still so good, so you don't need to call so often!" Zhang Feng chuckled, and he always talked with the old beggar in this tone.
The old beggar said angrily: "You are cursing my health, right?"
"How can you! You are in good health, you are well, I am well, and everyone is well, right?"
"So you don't want to call me anymore? Huh, I shouldn't have given you food or taught you kung fu back then! Let you starve to death on the street!"
"Old guy, what are you talking about? From now on, I will provide for you until the end of your life!"
"You bastard, are you cursing me to death?"
"If you say that, I can't help it!"
"Okay, what do you want from me? Did you get me into trouble again? I can tell you that I won't wipe your ass this time. Do you know that your hands smell bad?"
"Old guy, Pukan wants to give me the training camp!"
Zhang Feng said in a deep voice, not wanting to worry too much.
The old beggar was silent.