The national team game is about to be finished, and players scattered around the world will return one after another. The league will resume after two weeks of suspension, and the new European Champions League is about to begin, and it will be very busy in the future.

Before the busy days were approaching, he wrote an email to Shania, who was far away in the United States.

"... Thank you for your birthday gift, Shania. Thank you for your goodbye_kiss... I like Shania very much too. But I can't be sure whether this kind of love is 'love'. It's hard for me to explain to you what kind of feelings this is.... You know, I'm actually a clumsy person. This question is too complicated. I can't think of the answer for a while. So please allow me to owe you first, remember I owe you an answer..."

"Is this a polite rejection, Mr. Fasar?" Shania showed the email to the closest people around her.

Fasal shook his head and smiled: "No, Tony is swaying left and right. The good thing is. He doesn't disgust you love him. Keep working hard. Xianya. Let him see his heart clearly."

Shania curled her lips. “I love him, does he love me?”

"What? I still have no confidence?"

"I don't know.  I just... sometimes I think, maybe there will be that possibility."

Fassar smiled: "The British are different from you Brazilians. Most of them are conservative, introverted, silent and shy, and not willing to show their emotions directly, and always give people a feeling that they are inaccessible. But in fact, once you enter his heart, you will get the warmest rewards, even beyond your imagination and ability to bear. It's very contradictory? The French say that after the British take off their outer skin, they are naked pirates. I think what they say makes sense. In fact, Tony has already been with Daduo.

The British people in the past are different, but here..." Fassar pointed to his heart. "It is still strong like a castle. There is a British proverb, 'A British home is a castle' (an_englishmans_house_is_his_castle). It means that the British pay great attention to their privacy, and it can also be understood as they manage the most private things in their hearts like a solid castle, and no one is allowed to snoop around. '

"Mr. Fassar, hello to know the British..."

"Because I am a British person." Fasal picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was tea time now.

"Uh... I've been with Uncle Tony for a long time, and I thought the British were like him. I forgot you." Shania scratched her head embarrassedly.

"He represents the form of the British after they take off their skin."

"What about you?"

"I'm." Fasar put down his teacup gracefully, "I'm a gentleman."

Looking at Shania who was a little depressed, Fasar continued to enlighten: "Don't worry. Even if his heart is an indestructible castle, you have already walked in. But the pirates are a little careless and don't pay much attention to the people and things around them. But once he noticed..." Fasar smiled, "I should have a headache about what kind of wedding gift to you to give you is great."
Chapter completed!