Chapter 877

See Sheng Shimo

At a glance, Wen churan seemed to go back five years ago.

At the edge of the cliff, the cold wind could not dry her surging tears.

Looking at the abyss, it is like the mouth of a beast.

As she jumped down, it seemed as if a voice had always lingered in her ears.

That was her voice, saying: die... Die... As long as you die, there will be no pain. As long as you die, you can get rid of the heavy shackles.

It took Wen churan five years to forget the sense of despair. At this moment, it came back overwhelming.

A deep fear quickly broke through the ground, took root and sprouted, and crazily extended from the bottom of my heart. It seemed to become an invisible hand, tightly strangling her neck, and the pain of suffocation went deep into the bone marrow.

Then, his legs softened and his feet staggered backward.

Fortunately, Mu Cheng was right behind him. He helped her in time so that she wouldn't fall down.

Listening to her heavy breathing, Mu Cheng hurriedly asked, "are you okay?"

Wen churan calmed down his agitation and turned to Mu Cheng with a pale smile, "I'm fine."

How could it be all right? He was trembling at her voice.

This scene clearly fell into the eyes of Sheng Shimo, which made him gloomy in an instant.

Wen churan stood up straight and tried to use the calmest voice to say, "I'm coming. You can give me back the small milk can."

Sheng Shimo's eyes were cold, like a sharp blade. He swept her from beginning to end. Finally, he looked directly into her eyes, lifted his thin lips, and said calmly, "I haven't seen you for five years. That's the only thing you can say to me?"

Hearing the speech, Wen churan's mouth aroused a contemptuous smile "how? Don't you want to say something for a long time? "

As soon as he said this, all the guards made a cold sound.

The old guard who knew Wen churan before was even more surprised.

Not seen for five years, Miss Wen has become more articulate.

Sheng Shimo's handsome face was as indifferent as the old, but his eyes seemed to surge up a dark tide, staring at her like a torch, burning and swallowing her like a fire.

Wen churan ignored his eyes and didn't want to deal with him any more. He walked directly to the gate of the presidential palace.

Seeing this, a group of guards hurried forward to stop her.

"Get out of the way!" With a roar, she was like the hostess of the presidential palace.

She almost became the hostess here. Those old guards didn't dare to act rashly because they knew it. They could only ask for instructions from the prosperous ink.

Sheng Shimo didn't speak. He just lowered his eyes. The guards understood what the president meant and retreated one after another to make way for Wen churan.

Wen churan walks in alone, followed by Sheng Shimo, Mu Cheng and a large group of guards.

The mighty army set her off like a queen.

Along the way, all the servants who saw her changed their faces.

Almost instantaneously, the whole president began to talk and whisper.

"Miss Wen! Miss Wen is back! "

"So she is Miss Wen..."

"Oh, my God! Miss Wen is really not dead! "

"Where is it? Where? I wonder where Miss Wen is for more than half a year? "

"Wow! She is so beautiful! "

"Alas... The president has been looking for her for five years. Now he has finally found her."