Chapter 7

Jasmine said to the phone: "Something's going on. Let's talk later."

The call ended.

Jasmine confirmed with Friedrich, who was blond and blue-eyed and looked like a German, in disbelief: "Do you speak Italian?"

Friedrich modestly: "A little."

When she heard his accurate pronunciation, Jasmine was basically sure-

He understood.

He understood everything.

Including the words she had used to scold Alessandro.

Just at this moment, the waiter politely brought coffee.

Friedrich also ordered pancakes and goat cheese.

If it weren't for his face, Jasmine would even believe that the person she was talking to was a real Milanese.

Friedrich said naturally, "Miss Jasmine, can you tell me your contact information?"

Jasmine: "..."

Jasmine looked at his golden hair, then looked at his face.

Then think about the 1000 billion euros assets of the Essen Group behind him. "Sure," Jasmine smiled sweetly at him, lowered her head and entered her number, "Do you have Telegram? I use Telegram more often."

"No," Friedrich paused, "But I have an IG account, is that okay?"

Jasmine flipped through her phone and exchanged accounts with the other party smoothly.

She felt like she was dreaming.

The decoration of this restaurant is full of elegant Central European style. It is noon now. There is no professional band, but classical music is playing on vinyl. Jasmine picked up the coffee cup, took two sips, and heard the other party ask friendly: "Are you still studying?"

"Yes," Jasmine said, the name of her school, "Just started."

Just started.

Friedrich keenly grasped the keywords.

He sat up straight and looked at Jasmine carefully, as if thinking about something: "Sorry, it's a bit rude to ask a question. Miss Jasmine, are you an adult?"

Jasmine nodded.

This answer made the other party feel relieved.

"I'm sorry," Friedrich apologized again, "You look very young. It's hard to judge a lady's age from her appearance."

"I understand," Jasmine looked at his beautiful emerald eyes and his long eyelashes, "It's hard for me to figure out your age."

He looked handsome and healthy.

The two chatted for a long time in this beautiful and clean coffee shop. Jasmine concealed some of her true information, but also revealed some to him.

For example, she is studying alone now and needs a job very much.

Friedrich did not give the response Jasmine wanted.

He just smiled and chatted with her. When the sun slowly set and shone through the glass window to the edge of the plate, Friedrich paid for the tea.

Friedrich took Jasmine home in his dark black, low-key luxury car.

When he saw that she lived in a cheap apartment, his expression did not change at all, and he said good night to her with the etiquette that Jasmine could accept.

Jasmine didn't know if Friedrich could sleep.

She couldn't sleep tonight. This winter solstice was not a good one. She had been sitting in the police station for so long because of a strange report, and the meat stuffing in the refrigerator had lost its fresh taste.

The only good thing was that she had the contact information of a rich and handsome man.

In the cramped old apartment, Jasmine cooked the pasta.

On the table were photos of grandpa and mom. At that time, mom was not married yet, and she was leaning against grandpa, and the two of them smiled particularly brightly.

"Grandpa, mom," Jasmine said softly, "Merry Christmas."

The next day, there was a blizzard, and Jasmine received a message notifying her that the vegetarian restaurant was temporarily closed due to heavy snow.

She could rest at home for a day.

The gypsy girl who lived next door still hadn't come back, and Jasmine didn't know whether she had run away or was still in the police station.

The person who always had a party upstairs also moved away, as if the whole world was quiet when it snowed.

After this blizzard, Munich became like a Grimm fairy tale, with a thick layer of white snow, turning the houses and streets into round and fat "cream cakes".

Jasmine didn't have much experience in resisting blizzards, and there was not much food and water stored at home, so she had to go to a nearby supermarket to buy things after the snow stopped.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky had completely darkened. Jasmine put on a mask, and her eyes were a little hurt by the wind. She pulled down her hat, and her breath was full of the smell of ice and snow. She accidentally choked and felt blood foam in her mouth.

The streets were so quiet that it seemed like a hundred ghosts were walking at night. There were only ghosts, no other living things, and it was quiet and calm.

The thick snow had a dark blue color at night. Affected by the blizzard, many shops were closed. Jasmine walked down a street and finally found a supermarket that was open.

Every house was lit with bright lights, and thousands of lights were not lit for her.

In this foreign country, Jasmine suddenly felt lonely.

The things in the small supermarket were expensive. Jasmine picked and chose, calculated the balance in her bank card, bought some food and water, and carried them heavily.

Although she was wearing thick gloves, her hands were still bruised by the heavy water, and it was a bit painful.

After carrying for a long time, her arms were sore.

The night was like a heavy curtain falling down, and the snow piled up into a beautiful and lonely fairy tale world. There was a subtle sound when stepping on the snowflakes.

Crackling.

Passing by an open cake shop, Jasmine put the heavy things on the ground and took a rest.

The heavy objects pressed the snow to make a slight creaking sound.

She wanted to change her hand to carry it and get some fresh air.

The surface of the snowflakes fell in the wind, and the fragrance of butter, honey and baked desserts also floated out, sweet and fragrant.

The music that came out of some house was joyful and beautiful. These dancing snowflakes were blown by the wind and fell on the face, just like the beautiful scene in "Frozen".

Just straightened up, through the glass wall of the cake shop, Jasmine saw her own reflection.

And Friedrich standing behind her.

He was slowly approaching until he was only two steps away from her.

Jasmine turned around. Friedrich was wearing a dark Chester coat, single-breasted, with a flat lapel. On his snow-white face, his green eyes were darker in the dark than in the daylight.

"Jasmine," Friedrich called her name in a clear voice and asked patiently in Italian, "In such cold weather, would you like a crepe filled with fruits? Or a cup of hot chocolate?"

In the warm cake shop, the cuckoo clock on the wall made a pleasant sound.

Jasmine stirred the hot chocolate in her hand with a small silver spoon and listened to Friedrich's introduction.

He did not bring up his identity as the only heir, nor did he say other rude words.

"As you can see, I have some money," Friedrich said modestly, "although it is not much, it can allow you to live a more comfortable life than now."