There is always some beauty and ugliness in this world.
Just like the lotus flower growing out of the mud, like the most precious incense from the dirty place, like the day and night in Paris are the extremes of sophistication and chaos.
Even if it is close to Christmas, the streets of Paris at night are still full of dangers.
In the darkness, there are nests of cigarette butts flickering, and the bottom of society gather together to enjoy their time in Paris. At the same time, they are always ready to catch prey, either for windfall or for beauty, they always grab one.
Chu Zhiyan's clothes were thin, and she was walking on the street, looking vigilantly at a group of black people from the corner of her eye. She walked quickly, trying to get out of the dimly lit streets as soon as possible.
However, the whistle had already sounded, followed by malicious laughter.
Chu Zhiyan wrapped her clothes tightly and ran, but the people behind her also ran with her. The speed was like a cheetah, which made Chu Zhiyan extremely frightened.
"Hi! Beauty!"
"Go away! If you dare to approach me again, I will call the police!"
Chu Zhiyan's standard French seemed to have some deterrent effect, they stopped their restless hands, and they whispered to each other, speaking in Portuguese.
"What's so scary, she is yellow-skinned, and the price is more expensive at most."
Chu Zhiyan couldn't understand Portuguese, but she could understand their eyes. Chu Zhiyan's heart was cold. She regretted that she didn't bring a piece of broken glass when she left Claude's house. She hugged herself tightly and told herself not to be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Without a weapon, the only thing she can show is a fierce attitude.
Chu Zhiyan's heart fluttered, and she suddenly pulled off her clothes, revealing her white thin shirt covered in blood.
"Don't come here! I will kill! I dare to kill!"
The group of people were stunned for a moment, and then they looked at each other and smiled exaggeratedly one after another. The tallest man among them put his arms around Chu Zhiyan's shoulders and shouted: "Then you are welcome to join our camp."
A group of people rushed up, and they lifted Chu Zhiyan up. She struggled desperately, but she could only watch helplessly as she was dragged into a dark alley without a light by the group of people.
Chu Zhiyan cried, but her mournful cry was like a strong aphrodisiac, making the laughter of the group of men even more sloppy.
In desperation, two shots fired to grab the men's attention.
The silhouette of a short man appeared at the entrance of the alley, followed by a group of people getting out of the car behind him.
Chu Zhiyan was thrown on the ground, and she couldn't tell if the person who came was a policeman.
Suddenly a woman's voice came: "Chuchu! Come here!"
It's Liang Qiu!
Chu Zhiyan struggled and fled, half crawling and half rolling. The gangsters hid in the alley when they saw that they were carrying guns.
The person who carried the gun, Chu Zhiyan, also had a relationship with Hong Weijie who hid at her lap to avoid the police from chasing him.
"Get in the car!"
Liang Qiu has stayed in Paris long enough to know the dangers in the middle of the night. Sometimes a gun can protect himself or become the fuse of being killed. She stuffed Chu Zhiyan into the car, and immediately drove away from this dangerous intersection.
When the people waiting in the car saw the blood on Chu Zhiyan's clothes, they screamed in fright.
"You have you been stabbed?!"
"No" Chu Zhiyan tried her best to control her trembling voice and said, "It's not my bloodit's not mine"
Hong Weijie took off his coat and covered Chu Zhiyan's body. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and just stared straight at her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com