Chapter 1187

"Well, well, don't worry." Mu Cheng said, "I'll go to country V right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Wen churan collapsed.

Gu Nanpei held her and asked, "how's it going? What did president Mu Cheng say? "

"He... He came to country V immediately..."

"That's good." Gu Nanpei breathed a sigh of relief. "Churan, I think you're not in good shape. Go and have a rest first."

Gu Nanpei holds Wen churan back to the hall. He just meets the Secretary General walking down the second floor, followed by several guards, carrying something tightly wrapped in white cloth.

Obviously, it's a person.

No, it should be a body.

Sheng Shimo's body.

Wen churan stared at the body wrapped in white cloth and stopped unconsciously.

Gu Nanpei looked at Wen churan and asked the secretary general, "what are you doing?"

The Secretary General replied, "there is no clue in the study. We will put your Excellency the president's body into the capital funeral home. After the small milk can film emperor officially succeeds to the presidency, we will arrange for your Excellency the president to be buried."

Wen churan clenched his fist and seemed to work hard to make himself look away. His body trembled uncontrollably, and all the blood color of his face faded.

Gu Nanpei has been holding Wen churan tight for fear that she will fall down if she can't hold it all at once.

The body was moved out of the presidential palace. Then Sheng Zhixun rushed down from the second floor and left the presidential palace.

Through the gate of the presidential palace, you can see that several rows of black vehicles have been parked outside. Government officials, dressed in black, stand next to the vehicles, bow their heads and wait for Sheng Shimo's body to appear.

The whole presidential palace has been surrounded by people. They have even blocked the roads. Their cries can be heard from all directions.

Gu Nanpei asked, "churan, shall we follow him?"

She could see that Wen churan always looked outside the presidential palace, mixed with people's unwillingness and grief.

Wen churan looked back and shook his head. "No, I'll go and see the small milk can."

The little milk can was locked in the bedroom and kept crying and yelling.

The door was locked. Wen churan couldn't get in. She had to stand outside and listen to the sad cry of the small milk can. Her heart was also aching.

"Ma Ma, help... Ma Ma..."

Wen churan lay on the door panel and shouted "little milk can, Ma Ma is here!"

The crying stopped suddenly.

Then there was the sound of small fists beating the door panel.

Bang bang——

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma, Ma Ma, hurry up and save the little milk can..."

There was only one door between her and him, but they could not see or touch each other.

Wen churan wiped the tears that had just fallen and tried to soothe the small milk can with the calmest voice.

"Don't be afraid. Stay inside first and Ma Ma will get you out soon."

The little milk can sobbed, "I know, Ma Ma... Ma Ma, you must help me out quickly..."

"Well, Ma Ma is out with you."

Sheng Shimo's body was sent to the funeral home, and the presidential palace gradually calmed down.

But before long, the commotion began again.

Gu Nanpei rushed upstairs and said, "churan! First dyeing! President Mu Cheng is here! "

Hearing this, Wen churan, sitting cross legged outside the door, immediately stood up and rushed downstairs without saying a word.

Mu Cheng was standing outside the presidential palace, but the guard guarding the gate stopped him.