Chapter 1221 1219 [King of Kung Fu!]

That night.

President Mark finished his work in the study and came to the restaurant. His wife was placing French baked potatoes, fruit salad, tuna, caviar, borscht and other dinners on the dining table.

President Mark looked at his slim and beautiful wife, and sighed in his heart. Fortunately, his daughter looks like his wife and not like him.

I also imagine that a man who looks like a potato can find such a beautiful woman as his wife. It is really a blessing that he has cultivated for three lifetimes.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. President Mark stepped forward, hugged his wife from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Thank you for your hard work!"

The wife smiled slightly: "You are so busy all day long, and as your wife, you should be busy."

"Dear, you are always so considerate." Mark felt moved in his heart.

The wife turned around and looked at Mark: "But what are you busy with lately? You always come back so late."

Mark smiled bitterly, "After the promulgation of the Banking Law, I have a lot to do. In addition, the Rothschild family..."

After thinking about it, President Mark stopped the topic. He didn't want his wife to worry too much, "Where's Di Xiang? Why don't you see her come down for dinner?"

"I don't know. She said she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't have dinner."

"Uh, what happened?"

"I seem to be scared! God, Di Xiang was robbed outside today!"

"Really? God, let me go upstairs and have a look!" Mark is such a precious daughter, and he has always regarded her as the apple of his eye. When he heard that such a big thing happened, he immediately walked upstairs without caring about many people.

…

In the boudoir on the second floor.

Di Xiang was lying on the bed, holding a stuffed panda in her arms, looking at the starry sky map pasted on the ceiling, and her mind had already flown to other places.

"He's so handsome and cool! Especially when he's beating up those bad guys, he looks so tall and mighty! Wing Chun, Pit Kin! Just think about it, he's so stylish!" Di Xiang's heart was filled with excitement.

"I don't know if I will see him again in the future? Di Xiang, Di Xiang, why were you so reserved when we broke up? Why didn't you take the initiative to leave his contact information? This is France, a romantic country. Is it okay to do some romantic things?

Wrong?"

"Hey, I regret it so much! At least I know where he lives and what he is doing... I wonder if he and I can meet again in the future?"

Just when Di Xiang's heart was brimming with excitement, there was a knock on the door, "Di Xiang, it's me, your dad! Can I come in?"

"Uh, I don't feel well! I want to sleep!" Di Xiang said as she sat up holding the doll panda.

"I know - are you scared today? I'm so worried about you, please let me go in and take a look first!" Mark's voice was a little worried and a little anxious.

"Uh, okay then!" Di Xiang thought for a moment, dropped the doll panda, got up and came over to open the door.

Crunch!

The door opens.

Mark rushed forward and grabbed his daughter's shoulders, "Are you okay, Di Xiang? You scared me to death! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

Di Xiang looked at her nervous father and pouted: "What's the use of talking to you? You are busy working all day long and have no time to talk to me."

"How could it be? You are my precious daughter. It's too late for me to love you and love you, so why would I ignore you?" Mark comforted his daughter and sat down by the bed. He said sincerely: "Come, tell me what happened today."

What happened?"

Di Xiang pouted. She was unwilling to talk about it at first, but President Mark insisted on hearing who the daring little thief was who dared to take advantage of his precious daughter.

Helpless, Di Xiang had to repeat what happened today.

When he heard that his daughter had been robbed in the Eiffel Tower tourist area, Mark immediately became nervous and clenched his fists, wishing he could go back in time and punch the little thief a few times.

When he heard his daughter say that there was a hero in white who rescued her, Mark was relieved, "God, there are still good people in this world! If I have the chance to meet him, I will definitely thank him in person for his help."

The grace!”

When Di Xiang heard this, she said with a strange expression: "Maybe there will be no such opportunity..."

"Uh, what do you mean?" Mark looked at his daughter and felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Ahem, what's next?"

"The next thing is not over yet..." Di Xiang began to talk about how she invited Shi Zhijian to drink coffee in the cafe to express her gratitude.

During this period, the two had a sweet conversation.

When talking about this period, Di Xiang's face was filled with a smile, and the young girl's budding love was vividly displayed.

Who is Mark?

To be able to sit on the throne of the President of the First Bank of France is not an ordinary person. It is difficult for people like Donny Rothschild to deal with him. You can only imagine how cunning Mark is.

As soon as he heard what his daughter said and his expression on his face, Mark immediately felt a thump in his heart and gave Shi Zhijian a four-word evaluation - a prodigal son!

Although Mark's own conditions are not good, he was also a master of picking up girls when he was young. Otherwise, he would not be able to deceive Di Xiang's mother with his good looks.

When he thought about Shi Zhijian's tricks, he felt that they were very routine. Maybe the robber was also arranged by him.

The subsequent quest for revenge is just the second part of the story.

Of course, these are just guesses.

Mark was eager to protect his daughter, but he really didn't want to think of Shi Zhijian as a good person.

In particular, my daughter seems to have a good impression of this "Pete Jian" and she beams when she mentions his name.

A sense of crisis is coming!

Maybe the cabbage you cultivated will be eaten by pigs!

After finally waiting for Di Xiang to finish speaking, seeing his daughter looking slightly sad because she didn't leave Shi Zhijian's contact information, President Mark was happy in his heart. Only in this way would his precious daughter not be deceived - the two of them

It’s best not to contact you!

Of course, Mark still had to act like an adult on the surface, reaching out to touch his daughter's shoulders and comforting him: "Don't be sad, my sweetheart! If you are destined to be with him, you will definitely meet again! Of course, if you really can't see him again in the future,

Don’t be unhappy, after all, a hero like him must be doing things to help others elsewhere, and we shouldn’t disturb him! He is a hero who belongs to the people, and we should give him a wider space!”

President Mark’s words were so high-spirited that even Di Xiang was moved by her father’s eloquence, “You are right, he is a hero! He must be doing something more righteous somewhere at the moment, and I shouldn’t disturb him.

he!"

"Yes, yes! How about this, I'll take you downstairs for dinner! Then let you and my daughter drink to this unknown little oriental hero, Jade Face or something like a dragon?"

"Ahem, can I drink? Didn't you say I can't drink when I'm under 18?"

"I asked your mother to prepare some fruit wine! Yes, it's the kind of sweet fruit wine. You are allowed to drink a little this time!" President Mark pinched his fingertips, "Just a little, don't be greedy for too much!"

Di Xiang shook his head: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Seeing that even fruit wine could not attract his daughter, Mark became anxious, "Well, tomorrow, yes, tomorrow! Can I spend a day with you? By the way, didn't you say that the Chanel store has new styles of clothes? I

How about I go shopping with you?"

When she heard that she wanted to go to a famous brand store to buy clothes, the girl Di Xiang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Mark said happily, "As long as you like it, you can sell it for as much as you like!"

Di Xiang chuckled: "Okay then - no cheating!"

…

at the same time,

Avenue Paris, France, Shangri-La Hotel.

In the hotel room, three white guys who played gangsters and robbers today were counting money.

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... Uh, no, didn't we say we'd add another two hundred if it was a good fight?" The leader, the hairy-chested man, looked at the unruly Axe Jun.

Ax Jun couldn't understand what the French guy was talking about. He frowned and pointed at the door, meaning take the money and get out of here!

The big man with hairy chest was unhappy, "Hey, I said I was talking, did you hear me? Are you pretending to be mute?" He reached out and wanted to touch Ax Jun.

Ax Jun grabbed his wrist and exerted force——

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! Let go!" The hairy-chested man knew that he was facing a tough fight. This guy was different from the pretty boy during the day. He had real skills.

"Let go of our boss!"

The other two gangsters were yelling at the side, but they didn't dare to step forward - Ax Jun's muscles that were about to burst his clothes were too intimidating, not to mention that they didn't even see clearly when he started, and his boss was "captured without mercy"

.

"Ajun, let him go!" Shi Zhijian walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair.

Only then did Ax Jun let go of the unfortunate man's hand.

The hairy-chested man was rubbing his wrists and grinning, looking like he was seriously injured.

Shi Zhijian smiled and said to the three of them: "I'm sorry, my friend doesn't understand French or English. The money he gave me just now was a little less, but don't worry, I had a lot of fun today! Now, this is

The remaining money will be left as a tip for you!”

As he spoke, Shi Zhijian took out his wallet from his pocket, pinched five hundred US dollars between his two fingers and handed it over.

The three gangsters were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect Shi Zhijian to be so generous and tip him an extra three hundred dollars.
To be continued...