Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 65

On the day of Ching Ming, it rained in Araria City.

Starry drove outside the city early in the morning, and the cemetery, which is usually cold, was quite crowded today.

Starry held a bouquet of calla lilies in her left hand and an umbrella in her right.

Under the plain black umbrella, her exquisitely good-looking face was expressionless and cold and compelling.

Starry wore all black, black beret under the buckle of long straight black hair, black turtleneck sweater wrapped around the neck, outside is a long black coat, a pair of black boots under the feet.

On such a day inside, she was all in black and did not look much out of place.

But her face is too much, the other people on the road to pay respect to their ancestors see the face under the umbrella, are subconsciously look more than a few eyes.

Starry kept walking forward without looking away until just today, she stopped and walked inside the row of headstones to the right, and only when she reached the third, she stopped.

The photo on the tombstone inside the teenager, clear eyebrows, youthful clarity almost to overflow from that photo.

The teenager has a very nice name - Sebastian.

Starry took the calla lily out of her hand and placed it in front of the tombstone, then she pressed her umbrella sideways and took out paper towels from inside her bag to wipe the picture on that tombstone clean.

After the dust stains were wiped away, the photo was clear and bright, and the teenager's smile was even more dazzling.

The rain is getting heavier and the people who came to pay their respects moved hastily and left in a hurry after placing flowers.

Starry, holding an umbrella, crouched there as if he didn't feel the change in the rain.

Today, Filip accompanied Old Mrs. Pearson to pay respects to the old Mr. Pearson and his parents.

The morning is but a light rain, which has only passed an hour or so, the rain is getting heavier.

Filip was worried that Old Mrs. Pearson would not be able to stand the rain and asked Martha and Old Mrs. Pearson to go back first, while he stayed at the cemetery for a while.

Old Mrs. Pearson took a look at the old Mr. Pearson's picture on the tombstone and didn't stubbornly want to stay, "Then you'll stay with your mom and dad and your grandfather again."

She said, holding Martha's outstretched hand to one side, she slowly got up and walked out.

The cemetery was becoming less and less crowded. Filip watched the backs of Old Mrs. Pearson's group until he was out of sight, then he withdrew his eyes and looked at the two headstones in front of him.

His parents had an accident early, Filip's memory of them is very shallow, the impression of his mother was a gentle woman, his father was a gentle man to his mother, but to his subordinates, not so gentle.

His family is the opposite of Freddie's. Their parents are outwardly loving, inwardly flawed, tied in a line of interest, each playing their own game.

But his parents were very loving, and all Filip's memories of his early childhood are of the sweetness of his mother and father's love for each other.

It is also true that sweet and romantic, the two chose the same day even if they left this world.

Filip wiped the headstone one last time, went around to the old Mr. Pearson's headstone in the back row, put the flowers back in place, and then left with his umbrella.

By this time it was more than eleven o'clock, because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were fewer and fewer people inside the cemetery.

On the rare occasion that he saw someone else, he subconsciously inclined his head to look at the person.

Starry, who had just received the call, got up. She glanced to her right, and there was a man standing outside, and she chose to go to her left.

Filip didn't expect to run into Starry here. She looked at her black outfit and couldn't help but remember that two months ago, over on Eckcola Road, Starry's car broke down and she was standing next to it, also wearing all black.

This woman, it's really hard to look at.

He frowned for a moment and, ghostly, lifted his leg and walked to the left.

When he reached the third tombstone, Filip's footsteps lurched and his hand tilted to the side with his umbrella, revealing his view, and he saw the picture on the tombstone, and already the name of the tombstone owner - Sebastian Willis.

If he remembered correctly, the last time Starry worshipped someone, it was also Sebastian.