Chapter 1: The Woman on the Bridge of Alma

A blonde woman stood at the head of the Pont de Alma, leaning on the railing of the bridge, silently watching the gray Seine below, the water carrying the brilliance of both sides of the bridge, rushing downstream.

Her face was pale and bloodless, but her hair was beautiful, a naturally shiny golden yellow, and her curls were very naturally draped over her thin shoulders. However, this does not hide her strange expression, if others see her now, they must mistakenly think that she is going to jump off the bridge, but only she knows that she is just very hungry, and whenever she is extremely hungry, she always wants to vomit.

Strange to say, but it's true, and she doesn't just have the symptoms, she has it in her entire family, and it's said to be an extremely rare family genetic disease.

The bridge was almost empty, so no one would notice her. But there was an accident, just as the blonde beauty wanted to leave, two scantily dressed and bewitching street girls hurriedly walked by.

Maybe it was the guests who didn't patronize them tonight, or out of instinctive jealousy of the blonde beauty's outstanding appearance, anyway, the two "Bichi" who passed by were in an extremely bad mood, almost staring at the soft blonde beauty viciously together, and the blood-red lips like wounds showed their snow-white teeth slightly because of annoyance, as if they wanted to come up and bite two bites to relieve their hatred.

But in the end, they didn't dare to do it, just rudely spat at the thin back of the blonde beauty, and then twisted their big plump asses and laughed insolently.

The blonde beauty turned her head to look at the two low-level ** figures who had gone away, licked her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, lowered her head, and walked in the opposite direction along the road.

When she reached Marceau's Boulevard, she suddenly felt that she could no longer walk. She's got to have a drink tonight.

So she got up and crossed the Selby-Pierre I boulevard to the intersection of Charlotte Street. Behind the intersection, a wide avenue stretches, and in the distance there is a behemoth looming in the mist of the night, the iconic building of Paris, the Arc de Triomphe.

There was a basement hotel just down the road, and the narrow door was still dimly lit, and the blonde woman walked towards it.

The door was pushed open, and the pleasant sound of wind chimes rang as the door opened. The blonde smiled naturally. Because she loves the sound of wind chimes very much.

There was no one in the tavern, only a few night taxi drivers playing cards, and two ** at a table near the bar, listlessly drinking absinthe. There was not a single guest other than that. Parisians don't like to stay up late, unlike Barcelona, where even in the early hours of the morning, the streets are filled with people looking for fun.

The arrival of the blonde beauty failed to cause a sensation in the underground tavern, not that her beauty failed here, on the contrary, it was because she was so beautiful, and the taxi driver knew that she was not **, so he behaved as a gentleman, and the two ** hated her beauty, so they chose to ignore her existence in order to be psychologically comfortable.

The bartender at the shop was a young Asian, tall and good-looking, and when the blonde woman sat down on a high chair in front of the bar, she walked over with a spring breeze on her face and asked in an authentic Parisian accent, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"A glass of Bordeaux, thank you!" The blonde beauty whispered, not even raising her head.

The young bartender nodded, and as soon as he turned around, the blonde beauty hurriedly said, "Hi——! ”

"Double, a glass of Bordeaux double, excuse me!" When the young bartender turned around and looked at her in some surprise, the blonde beauty said hurriedly and urgently.

“OK!” The young bartender smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of healthy white teeth.

Soon, a large glass of red and fragrant wine was placed in front of the blonde beauty, "Please! With that, the young bartender walked away with great interest. Because the customer's expression clearly does not want to be disturbed.

Holding up the liquid that exuded the aroma of fruit, the blonde beauty took a deep breath, her face full of intoxicated expression, just like a girl holding the first bouquet of roses sent by her lover, and the old sailor of the ocean holding the soil of her hometown, that sincere feeling went deep into the bone marrow and went outside.

She took a gentle sip, letting the wine swirl on the tip of her tongue, enjoying the sweetness and mellow aroma before reluctantly swallowing it down her throat. In the eyes of others, she is a veteran master taster, and only she knows that the real purpose of her wine tasting is really just to quench the feeling of hunger.

Thinking of this, she smiled self-deprecatingly, then took another big sip. The hunger pangs were so intense tonight that she felt a sense of uncontrollable fear.

The pleasant wind chimes rang again, the door of the hotel was opened again, and the cool night breeze blew in, mixed with the strong smell of inferior fat powder. The blonde beauty doesn't have to look back to know that the person who comes in must be **.

In fact, it is. Two bare-chested and breast-baring street girls, stepping on the sky-high and twisting the big buttocks wrapped in black leather short skirts, came to the bar with high spirits, and said to the young bartender presumptuously, "Sweetheart, give your little rabbit, come and drink two glasses!" ”

The young bartender smiled slightly, walked over quickly, and asked, "How about the apple brandy, double!" ”

The one wearing a red-hot wig among the two ** pressed his index finger on the young bartender's lips, flashed his long false eyelashes, and said coquettishly, "Sweetheart, you really understand me." For a man who understands me, I will never refuse his request, and I will not refuse any request! ”

Another ** with short black hair immediately squeezed up and flattered, "I will meet any request from a man who understands me, even if it is a pervert." ”

The young bartender smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Great, if I didn't ask for it tonight, wouldn't it be too uninteresting!" ”

“YES！” The two ** said in unison.

"Well," said the young bartender, who placed two double glasses of apple brandy on the bar, "then please pay, five euros for one and ten euros for two." ”

No one expected the young bartender to make this "perverted" request, and the bored night taxi driver let out a loud laugh while slapping the table.

Even the blonde beauty, who had been focusing on wine tasting, couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she hid her gaffe well, her snow-white fingers covered her lips lightly, and she coughed lightly, as if she had accidentally choked on wine.

The two ** never dreamed that this young bartender would humiliate them in front of them, and they were immediately mad.

At first, the two ** were like cockfights, staring at him viciously, but as soon as the blonde beauty laughed, the anger of these two "Bichi" seemed to have found an outlet for catharsis at once, and it burst out.

The ** wearing a fiery red wig strode over with a glass of apple brandy, splashed it on the face of the blonde beauty, and scolded while splashing, "Slut, let you taste the old lady's **!" ”

The blonde beauty Huo Di turned her head suddenly, and the apple brandy ran down her beautiful but annoyed face, and no one saw that the five fingers of her right hand were actually slammed into the hard bar table out of patience and anger.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The young bartender hurriedly walked over and put his arm between the two people, and said solemnly to the red wig ** who caused the accident, "Please calm down and don't hurt others!" ”

The short black haired ** scolded and picked up another glass of apple brandy and splashed it on the young bartender's face, then pounced over and grabbed the other party's collar recklessly, and said viciously, "Boy, do you want to repeat it to the old lady again!" ”

The young bartender innocently opened his arms and said lightly, "Please let go, don't cause trouble here, or I'll call the police!" ”

The black short-haired ** stared at the young bartender viciously, and finally let go of his hand, but he still muttered dishonestly, "Boy, I swear, you will regret it!" ”

The young bartender smiled faintly, straightened his collar, found a white towel at the back of the bar and handed it to the blonde beauty, and then said apologetically, "I'm very sorry for letting you go through such a rough experience, but in order to show my apologies, can I ask for this glass?" ”

The blonde nodded indifferently, wiped the liquor off her face, and then gracefully said to the young bartender, "Thank you for the wine, goodbye!" ”

Seeing the blonde beauty walk out of the small hotel, the two angry ** made a look at each other, and then stood up together and followed out.

The young bartender wiped the spilled liquor off the bar, and suddenly found deep marks left by the blonde beauty's nails on the bar, he paused for a moment, and then said, "Qingfeng, I'll go out for a while." ”