President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 942

"Calm down. Don't worry. He hasn't come back yet. It's indeed abnormal, but he may not have run away. How about we go out in two groups to look for him? If there is any news, call and inform each other."

Archie nodded, "I agree."

Queeny also raised her hand in agreement.

Felix didn't say anything.

Natalia warned Felix, "If you find him, don't do anything. Bring him back first."

Felix glanced at Natalia and snorted. He didn't say no.

They were divided into two groups. Queeny and Felix, Natalia and Archie were on the way.

They had done a lot of work in the daytime. In fact, they were already very tired at this time. However, Mr.Quill had the piece. If they couldn't find him tonight, they might not feel at ease to sleep well.

At this time, most of the lights in the village had been turned off.

The four of them looked for Mr. Quill for a long time and almost searched the whole village. Finally, Archie found him in a cemetery.

As soon as he saw Mr.Quill, he called Felix.

Fortunately, Felix and Queeny were not far from here, so they came here fast.

The surrounding area was overcast with the cold wind, and tombs were everywhere. Unlike the popular cremation in the city, the people in the village were all buried in an ancient style.

Almost all the tombs in the village were here. The four looked at the stooping old man leaning against a tombstone in the center of the cemetery. He was murmuring something. The night wind blew heavily, and the low chirps of night owls came from the darkness. They all felt that this scene was too scary, and all got goosebumps.

Queeny asked in a low voice, "What is he doing?"

Both Archie and Natalia shook their heads.

Felix was about to go into the cemetery with a long face but was stopped by Natalia.

"What do you want?"

Felix said coldly, "He played tricks on us. I'll catch him back."

Frowning, Natalia pulled him to stop and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive. It might be a misunderstanding. Anyway, let's go back first."

Queeny nodded, "Yes, the atmosphere here is so weird. We can't have a conflict with him here. Let's talk about it after we go back."

Felix glanced at her and said nothing. Then they went to the old man.

Mr.Quill had already heard their footsteps. Without turning around, he knew they were coming.

At the midnight, he, an old man in his eighties sat beside the tombstone, with a gray futon under his butt, and a bottle of wine in his hand. The night wind screeched over his gray hair, making him look sad and dejected.

"Why are you guys here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

He said while drinking.

Natalia pursed her lips and walked forward.

"Mr.Quill, we come here because we are worried about you. After all, we didn't see you at home so late at night."

"Worried about me?"

Mr.Quill seemed to have heard a joke and sneered, "Little girl, you are just worried about the thing you want. You don't have to flatter me so insincerely."

Then he took another sip of wine.

Natalia frowned.