My Cold And Beautiful CEO

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In the cold wind, a little drizzle fell and soaked into the wet land.

Babao Mountain is an isolated mound on the piedmont of the western mountain of Beijing. It has a height of about 130 meters. The mountain **** is low and extends northeast. The Lingfu Temple, originally built by the monk Haiyun during the Yuan Dynasty and the first year of the Southern Foothills, is now renamed the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery.

A black car stopped at the foot of the mountain, the door opened, and first walked down a young man with a handsome, expressionless face, exuding a sad and vicissitudes all over his body. His eyes were clear and bright, and he was wearing a black suit that he usually hated not to wear. He had a white chrysanthemum flower that had just been picked just recently.

He took out a big bag from the car, stretched out the black umbrella, and strode up the mountain. Qiu Lin and Zhang Chao also got out of the car. They were also dressed solemnly, wearing white chrysanthemums on their chests, and holding two bouquets in their hands. Chrysanthemum ~ flower.

The three could not walk into the revolutionary cemetery. Qin Hao kept walking through the large to large cemetery and walked straight to the most remote corner. This is a small corner that basically has no boundary with the rest. There are seven lone graves.

Unlike the tombs you just saw, these seven tombs have no name, no code, no photo, no tombstone, and nothing related to identity information is here.

Moreover, there are no traces of worship at this place, it's almost indifferent.

Looking at the seven graves in front of him, Qin Hao's heart burst into anger. During their lifetime, they did not receive their due glory and did not fulfill their wishes. After they died, they were even more desolate, like lonely ghosts floating in the world of thousands, only to fall into seven cloaks.

Forcibly pressing the boundless anger in his heart, Qin Hao threw the umbrella aside and let the drizzle wet his hair and suit. When the bag was opened, Qin Hao was about to take out the sacrifice, and Qiu Lin wanted to help, but was stopped by Qin Hao: "Just put the flowers down, just wait for me outside ..."

The two knew in their hearts that this place did not belong to them. They came here to express their respect and admiration for the seven soldiers represented by the seven tombs. They laid down the flowers and left.

Qin Hao took out the sacrifice and placed it in the same way. It was displayed in the same way as when the brothers were eating and drinking. They took out two bottles of Wuliangye original wine, and put a bottle in front of them and a bottle on the opposite side. Think about it I thought it might not be enough, so I took out six bottles and placed them on the opposite side.

This is the most commonly drunk liquor and one of the strongest liquors. The alcohol content is as high as 72%. Every time I return to the station after completing the mission, the brothers will go to the cooking class during rare breaks. Let Qin Hao show his hand, prepare the spirits, sit in a big bowl and drink, and eat meat with a big mouth.

For them at that time, such time was simply taken from the hand of death, and this was the only way for them to vent and relax.

"Brothers, it's Haozi who is late. I should have come to see you three years ago. Sorry, I'll punish myself!"

Qin Hao grabbed Wuliangye in front of him, opened the bottle with a slap, raised his neck and poured wine into his mouth, and drank only a third of it before he stopped. I do n’t know if it was because he had lost his repair. Qin Hao's resolution of alcohol does not seem to be the same as before, and there is a smudge in his eyes.

While drinking, narrating everything that happened over the years, it was like drinking a sip and pouring a sip with a friend, and soon, eight bottles of Wuliangye had been consumed, and at least one-third had entered Qin Hao. belly.

Qin Hao took the bag again. This time it was burning a knife. He took the wine while he was so enchanted that he said to himself: "I know that this wine is definitely not fun. Brothers, I also prepare the instructor's favorite burning knife. .Instructor, this time I saw my uncle and aunt, and also received Yuan Yuan from me. You can rest assured that under Jiuyuan, I will take good care of them ... come, drink ... "

The rain is still raining and wafting, and Qin Hao has been wet all over the body, and the rainwater has slipped along the hair drops of Qin Hao's horns. The lonely person, the lonely grave, looks like a picture scroll, enveloped in the sadness and pain in.

Tobacco and alcohol are separated, and if you drink alcohol, it is natural to have cigarettes. Even if it is still raining, Qin Hao still ignites the cigarette again and again, until all seven cigarettes are lit, and then he lights one.

Immediately afterwards, he found a handful of chocolates out of his pocket. To say that smoke was learned by Qin Hao from his brothers, this chocolate was just the opposite. Qin Hao chewed a piece of chocolate from day to night, making everyone very surprised. They could feel Qin Hao's obsession with this snack. Over time, Qin Hao was somehow cultivated to eat.

"Brothers, say goodbye this time, and I do n’t know if I will have a chance to see you again in the future. Your enmity and grudge Haozi will not forget. As long as I am Qin Hao alive, one day I will get back a fair for you and let those The guy who framed our brother paid the price! "

Standing up slowly, Qin Hao wiped away the rain on his face, suddenly picked up a bottle of burning knife and poured his head up, and suddenly smashed the wine bottle to the ground and shattered it. He shouted towards the woods behind the cemetery: "Don't Hide again, come out! "

With Qin Hao's violent drinking, a group of birds suddenly startled in the silent woods, and the sound of gurgling came from the depths, followed by a big laugh: "A good emperor, a good underground world The emperor, even if he hasn't repaired it, is still very good, and he can still find my trace! "

A figure flew out of the woods, standing on a tree trunk and looking down at Qin Hao. A long knife was slung across the waist, and the shawl's long hair was shaken by the wind. It was not soaked by rain or wet. Stay out.

The visitor glanced at the surrounding environment, a pitiful expression appeared on his face, and shook his head: "It's a pity, a pity, it's a pity that you and other strong men are going to die here today, but fortunately, this is a cemetery, but it is also save I ’ve spent a lot of time burying you and your brother here. It ’s my kindness and beauty! ”

Even if he is several feet apart, Qin Hao can still feel the domineering wild momentum and the devastating murderous power from the other person, especially the blood-drinking eyes, they do n’t seem to look at people at all, as if they are about to see The prey hunted by himself is average.

However, he didn't have the slightest timidity, instead he felt a moment of unhappiness in his heart, the flames of fire in his chest, and a pair of staring eyes staring at the knife, without any sign of shrinking.

It was always only when he was arrogant. When did it turn to be arrogant in front of him? What's more, after meeting with his comrades, his emotions became more depressed and angry. It was coincidence that the other party came, and he could not wait to vent his anger immediately.

"Who is coming? Report the name, the Emperor never killed the unknown!" Qin Hao walked through the seven graves to the woods, but never looked away from the sword.

The knife seemed to feel Qin Hao ’s deliberately provocative warfare, with a smile on his face even more, a big hand waving, flicking his sleeves, and exclaiming: "The sword is crazy for nine days, and you are specially charged by the Lord's order Life, in order to revenge the dragon to help Tianhai's humiliation, Jin Longwei broke the hatred of the hands and feet! Emperor, tremble, today, next year, will be your death day! "

PS: No surprises today, there will be four more, there are two more, begging for flowers, Moda. . . . . . . . . . . . .