What does 001 do in the middle of the night?

The night was quiet.

Looking up, the tombstones cast in bluestone are neatly arranged, the moonlight is sprinkled faintly projecting stars, and the dim street lamps reflect the original eerie and terrifying atmosphere with a trace of warmth.

Next to each tombstone is a lawn the size of a garden, flowers and fruits can be seen everywhere, and this is the largest cemetery in Zhonghai City.

Han Moxi's apricot eyes were half-narrowed, her blurred vision could not see the road clearly, she staggered, and walked as if she had lost her soul.

"Hiccup......" hiccups are heard from time to time.

She was wearing a long white dress, her long black hair was messy and scattered, her blurred eyes vaguely saw someone in front of her, and as soon as she moved, she accidentally fell, and crawled forward.

Zhao Yunche knelt in front of a tombstone, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, a trace of sadness in his eyes could not be dispersed, and he looked at the photo on the tombstone for a long time.

With gray hair, even in a black and white photo, you can see from the smile that he is a kind old man.

"Mr. Zhao, it's late, it's time to go back." Steward Yang patted him on the shoulder and said with concern.

Zhao Yunche raised his hand.

Steward Yang closed his mouth, took a step back, sighed, and stopped talking.

In Zhao Yunche's deep eyes, the sadness was even more obvious, he couldn't sleep late at night, and with the company's problems, he simply came to the purpose in the middle of the night to visit his grandfather who had just passed away.

Although he is excellent and has a great reputation in the business world, his grandfather died suddenly, and his parents are long gone, because the eldest brother has no interest in the company, as the second son in the family, he rashly became the president of Zhao's enterprise, and many prominent people in the company did not accept it.

He reached out and touched the photo on the tombstone, heavy: "Grandpa, why can't you stay with me for a while longer?" ”

Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.

"I want to, too." A sudden word.

"Ghosts?" Steward Yang unconsciously took a few steps back, following the old man for many years, and he had seen the world, but he was still slightly afraid of this unusual way of appearing.

Zhao Yunche raised his eyes and looked, and the tears in the corners of his eyes slowly disappeared.

I saw a woman dressed in white, her pale hands clutching the tombstone, her nails were covered with dirt, and her hair was scattered, covering half of her face.

Her body twisted, her arms stretched out, and with a strange posture, Zhao Yunche thought, if there was a TV, I am afraid it would be Sadako who had reappeared.

However, he could feel her anxious, disordered breathing, her face was flushed, and she was full of alcohol, and from the perspective of common sense, she was undoubtedly a drunken person.

"Miss, can you not climb?" Zhao Yunche looked down at her, his face pale.

He thinks that alcohol is a pastime that can relieve boredom and relax his mood, but he hates women who are heavy drinkers.

Han Moxi suddenly felt a sense of oppression like an iceberg, she looked up and froze for a few seconds.

The facial features are angular and angular, a pair of deep eyes under the thick eyebrows, a suit and leather shoes, a tall posture, very handsome.

However, she was only there for a few seconds.

I don't know where the strength came from, I threw myself into his arms at once, grabbed the hem of his clothes, was dazed, shook my head and said, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do you come out for?" ”

Zhao Yunche's eyes instantly showed black lines, this should be what he asked her, right?

Suddenly, unsteady under his feet, and a heavy object sticking to him, he fell straight back and fell to the ground, with a sharp pain in his lower back.

"Ah, it's so warm." Han Moxi was lying on top of him, his head and face rubbing against his chest.

Steward Yang held back a smile and turned his face to the side, their iceberg-cold president was knocked down by a woman?

Zhao Yunche gritted his teeth and supported her shoulders with both hands, because he had just fallen, he couldn't use his strength, so he tried to push it, and he found out.

Is she asleep?

The black lines at the corners of Zhao Yunche's eyes became more serious, the blue tendons on her forehead burst out, and she turned over and pushed her down from her body, looking at her with a condescending and terrifying sense of oppression.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Steward Yang coughed twice and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Zhao Yunche gave Steward Yang a cold look.

Steward Yang immediately shut up.

Zhao Yunche glanced at it, and suddenly found a trace on the tombstone, his teeth touched, hatred came from his heart, and he spit out a mouthful of soil that had just seeped into his mouth.

"Throw this person's non-human and ghostly things in the trunk and take them back." Zhao Yunche said coldly, put his hands in his pockets, and returned to the car and sat down.

Steward Yang approached Han Moxi, opened her long hair, her facial features were exquisite, and she painted a little light makeup, which is estimated to be able to defeat a lot of daughters.

Such a woman should be thrown in the trunk?

It's a pity.

However, he could only obey the instructions, picked up Han Moxi, carefully put it in the trunk, returned to the driver's seat, and drove.

Stumbling and jolting, Han Moxi opened her eyes suddenly, and what caught her eyes was pitch black, a gravity, and she fainted.

"Mr. Zhao, you don't need to worry about the company's affairs, the old man said before his death, he believes in you." Steward Yang said as he drove.

How could he not know the reason why Zhao Yunche came to the cemetery late at night.

"Drive your car." Zhao Yunche took a deep breath, put his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes.