Chapter 1204

On the day of Mo's burial, flags were lowered at half mast, whistles were forbidden, and the whole country observed silence. The funeral team had crowded the streets.

These are all what Wen churan saw in the report.

She didn't go to the funeral, but as the current president, Sheng Shimo's biological son, she must be present.

Sheng Zhixun was there, and Gu Nanpei was in the villa with Wen churan.

She was worried about Wen churan and couldn't speak out with a long paragraph of comfort.

Wen churan could see it and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I feel fine now. I'm not as fragile as you think. Go out first. I want to rest alone first."

Gu Nanpei is still worried about "first dyeing..."

Wen churan pushed her out. "I'm really fine. It's not easy. The milk can is not here. I want to have a rest. Go out first."

Wen churan chased Gu Nanpei out of the bedroom. Until she closed the door, her forced smile suddenly collapsed, and a long sigh overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Then, he walked to the bedside with heavy steps, just like a vented ball, which could no longer support, and fell heavily on the bed.

She can no longer deceive herself.

When Mo died

It's not a fake death, and there won't be any miracles.

His body, lying in an ice coffin, was buried in the president's mausoleum in front of thousands of people.

She never thought that she and he would end up dead.

She seemed to have never been with him from outside, but always followed him and guarded his most important things for him.

From Sheng's family five years ago to state V today.

It's like fate. She wants to entangle with him all her life. Even if he dies, she will draw a prison for her and be firmly trapped in country v.

Standing by the window, I saw that there was a sudden heavy rain outside. The sound of the rain was mixed with the cry of tens of millions of people from all directions. Wen churan's face had no expression, but his heart was like a wounded little animal living in it, sending out a painful cry.

It was not until the evening that the small milk jar and Sheng Zhixun came back in the heavy rain, and they were all wet.

Wen churan immediately carried the small milk can into the bathroom to take a bath.

Somehow, the little milk can drooped its head and was not in a good mood.

Wen churan asked softly, "what's the matter?"? Unhappy? "

The little milk can sighed, "Ma Ma, human life is too fragile. People who are still alive one second will die the next..."

Wen churan was stunned. "Are you... Sad for the prosperous ink?"

The little milk can nodded. "Although I have a bad relationship with him and hate him, he is my Baba after all. I've always wondered who my Baba is. Now it's hard to find Baba. He died before I could avenge you... "

Wen churan was amused by the last sentence of the small milk can and rubbed his head. "Life is like this, so we should cherish the important people around us."

The little milk jar raised his head, looked at Wen churan and asked in surprise, "Ma Ma, what's the matter with you? Your eyes are so swollen? Did you cry? "

Swollen?

Wen churan immediately covered his eyes, shook his head and hurriedly explained, "no, Ma Ma didn't cry."

"Oh..."

After taking a bath, Wen churan went downstairs to have dinner with a small milk can. He just met Sheng Zhixun who also took a bath.

Although Wen churan didn't ask anything, Sheng Zhixun took the initiative to report that "the fourth sister-in-law and the fourth brother's funeral went well."