Chapter 1201

"Abnormal old uncle?" Wen churan was stunned and realized that he meant that the abnormal old uncle should be the Secretary General.

So he smiled and asked, "did you memorize it?"

The little milk can looked disdainful. "Almost. If you work harder tonight, you should be able to recite it all."

Wen churan put a glutinous rice ball in the milk jar. "Good baby, Ma Ma rewards you with a glutinous rice ball."

Seduced by glutinous rice dumplings, the small milk can stopped complaining and ate happily.

After dinner, he was taken to the study by the Secretary General to supervise the endorsement.

The next morning, Wen churan just woke up and saw that the small milk can had been neatly dressed and endorsed in front of the Secretary General.

He recited it so well that there was no stutter in the whole article.

After hearing this, the secretary general was very pleased and gave a thumbs up to the little milk can, "President of the little milk can, you are so smart."

Wen churan peeked at the door frame and felt very proud.

When the baby grows up, she doesn't have to wake up and help dress and wash. She can stand alone. She has been blessed for several generations and gave birth to a child prodigy!

After reciting the book, the little milk can yawned, "can I go back to bed now?"

"No." The Secretary General took the hand of the small milk can and took him to the study. "There are new things to learn today."

"But I'm so sleepy. It's only seven o'clock in the morning!"

"When President Adair was alive, he got up at six every day and didn't rest until two or three in the morning. When he was busy, he even didn't sleep all night."

The little milk can cried with a face, "is it so tired to be president? If I had known, I wouldn't have helped you, hum! "

When Wen churan saw that the milk jar was taken to the study, he showed up and went to the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast.

At breakfast, the head of the milk can was like a chicken pecking rice. It almost couldn't help sleeping on the table.

The secretary general asked, "Miss Wen, would you like to... Go to the funeral home today?"

Wen churan was stunned.

Go to the funeral home... To see Sheng Shi Mo?

In fact, she has been running away recently, trying to forget the fact that Shengshi Mo has died, only when he is temporarily absent.

But now, you want her to go to the funeral home?

She couldn't look at his body again, which was more painful for her than killing her.

Wen churan shook his head. "No..."

"But tomorrow, President Adair's body will be buried, and then you will..."

You'll never see it again, will you?

Even if she never had a chance, she didn't want to be hit by his death again.

"In the future... Please don't inform me about his news. Thank you." Wen churan said faintly.

The secretary general was stunned and said, "OK, I see, Miss Wen."

After breakfast, the small milk can was stuffed into the study. Sheng Zhixun was tired recently. He got up near noon and packed up his things to go to the funeral home.

With regard to the funeral of Sheng Shimo, the Secretary General left it to Sheng Zhixun.

1、 The secretary general is too busy.

2、 This is also the initiative of Sheng Zhixun.

He wanted to give his fourth brother his last ride.

Seeing Wen churan, he asked, "sister-in-law, don't you go to the funeral home? The fourth brother should be buried tomorrow. "

Wen churan waved his hand. "I'm not going. I'm a little busy..."

Actually, what is she busy with?

There's nothing to do. It's just an excuse for her to escape.