The night was extremely deep.

Rain, dark clouds, and darkness enveloped the entire imperial capital, and even the air was cold and damp to the bone.

On the road, a dark and extremely luxurious extended Rolls-Royce slowly drove by.

Most of the rain was isolated from the car.

It's quiet and comfortable, like you're in another world.

"Boss, Mr. Smith wants to ask you to talk about the project over there in Manhattan, you see?" The secretary looked respectfully at the noble man in front of him.

The man leaned back in a valuable white shirt, the first four buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, and his white chest was revealed in a delusional way.

His posture is like a lazy cheetah, elegant and noble, but also exudes a wild temptation.

The slender legs are folded, and the fingertips that are as perfect as jade are unhurriedly turning through the documents in their hands.

Careless and arrogant.

The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive by the silence of the man.

"Time." The sexy thin lips spit out two words stingily, lazy as if they were a handout from the king.

The secretary said neatly: "He said that he will stay in the imperial capital this week, and as long as the boss is free, he can meet at any time." ”

“……”

The man's thin lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak.

The car, which had been driving smoothly, suddenly made a loud muffled noise.

"Bang-"

"Whew-"

The steering wheel in the driver's hand spun sharply.

With a sudden brake, the Rolls-Royce was forced to stop in the middle of the road.

Inside the car, the documents in the man's hand fell off and scattered on the seat due to this change, and the paper was flying.

The eagle's eyes, which were covered by broken hair, were dim and indistinct, and they couldn't see clearly.

The secretary subconsciously trembled, and immediately shouted at the driver in front: "Xiao Wei, why did you suddenly brake suddenly?" ”

"BOSS, Secretary Qin, someone jumped off the bridge......"

"What does it matter to us if people want to die!" Secretary Qin looked at the driver unhappily, and then when he caught a glimpse of the scene on the windshield in front of him, he was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, Xiao Wei pointed to the bloody figure whose life and death were unknown through only a layer of transparent glass, and looked back without tears: "The question is...... Someone just fell into our car! ”

The figure that fell on their windshield, blood spilled and mixed with rain.

In an instant, a shocking blood mark slid down on the glass, like clusters of flowers blooming on the other side.

I've seen dead people, but I've never seen them in such a terrifying form.

What's more, today happens to be the 14th of July......

Halloween!

Secretary Qin was not calm at the moment: "BOSS ......"

"Let's go down and have a look."

The man's eyes glanced faintly at the "corpse", and he looked at the blood stains on the glass, his eyebrows frowning faintly.

It seems that for him, the focus is not on the person who fell, but on the dirty car.

"Yes!"

Secretary Qin trembled, but still pushed the car door hard.

The rain is flying, the streets are thick at night, and the cold and damp smell is coming.

Weird, gratuitously weird.

Secretary Qin stared at his body in front of the windshield, a little vigilant in his heart, he approached cautiously, and gently covered the woman's shoulder, wanting to turn her over.

As soon as he touched it, the woman moved: "Hmm......"

Secretary Qin suddenly shuddered.

Woman......

No, the girl to be exact, raised her wet head and stared at him in a daze: "Who are you?" ”

Secretary Qin was stunned for a moment.

Shouldn't that be my line?

Fell off the overpass in the middle of the night and smashed into his boss's car, and actually asked who he was?

But since you can speak, it shouldn't be something that is not clean, right......

He subconsciously looked at her, and his gaze was amazed for a moment.

The girl looked very small, like a minor, with skin as white as snow, and a delicate appearance, like a doll placed in the window of a medieval luxury in Western Europe, out of a fairy tale.

The most amazing thing is her eyes that no one can forget when they see them.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Then she must be a pure and clean person.

Secretary Qin subconsciously thought that such a girl would not deliberately approach them with some purpose.

She...... Like an angel who does not stain the dust.

But, how could she not think of committing suicide?

Secretary Qin was puzzled.

The girl suddenly frowned delicately: "It hurts!" ”

Knowing that it hurts, you dare to jump from such a high place......

Secretary Qin secretly scolded himself, his eyes fell on her blood-stained white dress, it seemed that he should have fallen his leg, and he hurriedly said, "You...... Don't move yet. ”

Under the rain curtain, the flickering eyes looked at him like stars, as if begging him to help her.

"......" Secretary Qin suddenly felt guilty.

He wanted to save her.

But he didn't dare to call the shots.

"You wait for me."

With a few words, he immediately trotted to the window.

The window of the car slowly rolled down, revealing the man's stunning face, and his narrow eyes were colder than the rainy night outside the window.

"BOSS......" Secretary Qin didn't know how to speak for a while under his eyes.

"Secretary Qin, you've been with me for many years."

It is worthy of Yan Yan, and with one look, he can see through his thoughts.

Secretary Qin lowered his head, he knew that there would be no useless people around him, and it was impossible for him to agree to save a person from an unknown source.

"Dispose of it." The man's voice is soft, but the words he utters are extremely ruthless.

As soon as you raise your hand, roll up the window.

"Yes...... BOSS, will you make an exception this time? Secretary Qin stiffened, "I think she's a poor girl." ”

If this is left on the side of the road, there may be a corpse left the next day.

The rain curtain oozes coolness.

The air was cold and blood-clotting.

Slowly rolling up the window, a man's lazy and cold voice came: "There is no next time." ”