This is the most expensive French restaurant in Moscow, located on the top floor of a newly built skyscraper. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the fastest update, the best stage for the nouveau riche to show off their newfound wealth, status, and envious male and female companions. On weekdays, there are at least eighty percent of the high-end restaurants with fragrant clothes and sideburns, and there is an endless stream of high-end restaurants, but today there is only a deserted table, and two distinguished guests sit opposite each other. Even if you add the two big men who are in charge of blocking the car at the door, and the waiter and manager who serve the food lightly, there are only five or six people. However, the host, who sat in the best position by the glass window with a panoramic view of most of Moscow, seemed to have long been accustomed to privilege, pomp and flattery, and still sang to himself with a calm demeanor. On the contrary, the female customer opposite seemed to be entering the high-end restaurant for the first time, and she seemed a little uncomfortable.

"I heard that your ancestors came from France?"

To be able to charter such a thriving restaurant at such a good time, I'm afraid it's not enough to have money, and it has to be a bit of "power" that people can't say no, and the male god president is the kind of person who makes people "can't refuse".

"Auntie said that we were first Greeks, and then Bulgarians, Romanians, Hungarians, Austrians, Swiss, and then French." Mary spoke like an endorsement of a long list of European place names. She wore a lake-colored brocade evening dress today, with a pair of huge, glittering diamond necklaces and earrings, which indeed exuded a blue-blooded aristocratic temperament. However, this dress is designed and arranged by the president of the male god, including the valuable diamond jewelry, which is also "borrowed" by the president of the male god.

"Why did your ancestors keep changing identities?" Seeing that Mary didn't understand her own words, the president of the male god said, "Be a person from a different country? ”

"Flee!" Mary was naïve, tilting her head slightly, as if it was a little strange that the president of the male god didn't even know this. She knew that the male god had asked this on purpose.

"Who is so bad that he always bullies you?" Another knowingly question.

"Church!" Or just talk about things, without a hint of condemnation.

"Then how did you get to Russia and then to China?" The male god actually learned Mary's way of speaking.

"It's still the church!" Mary yawned, put her hands on her cheeks, and pouted, "But"

"Uh-huh!" The male god raised his eyebrows. Handsome! Even the glass was almost shattered.

"You forced us to return to Russia from China."

The male god couldn't swallow a sip of high-end red wine, and he forked his trachea, choking and coughing so much that his face turned red. Hurriedly picked up the water cup and took a sip of water, only to stop the wheezing cough slightly. The male god pulled up the corner of the napkin again and wiped his mouth.

"Am I really that bad?" A signature evil but charming smile.

Mary tilted her head and looked at the male god seriously, and the male god was actually a little embarrassed by Mary's innocent eyes, pretending that the chair was not very comfortable, twisting his buttocks, regaining his strength, and fearlessly returning Mary's gaze. For the first time since his debut, he felt a little overwhelmed when facing a woman.

"You're not that bad, why are you pretending to be bad?"

This time, the male god was choked by his own saliva, and he desperately wanted to endure it, but after all, he still couldn't help it, and broke out into a series of violent coughs.

"You have to watch your body, don't smoke too much, don't drink too much, go to bed early," Mary said again.

Suddenly he said, "I can cure it." ”

After saying that, he stood up, stretched his hand over the table, and pressed one hand on the throat of the male god president. Strange to say, the male god has been trained in hand-to-hand combat, but he obediently asked Mary to press her hand on one of his vital points. Mary still looked at the male god steadily, and after a while, the male god felt that there was a warm current pouring in from Mary's hand, straight into the dantian, not only did he no longer feel the itching in his throat, but even the tired and stiff body and mind for several days were like ice and snow waiting for spring, gradually melting.

The male god suddenly said in a hoarse voice,

"Please take your hands off."