Chapter 1187 Sheng Shimo's Corpse

   "Okay, OK, don't worry." Mu Cheng said soothingly, "I'll rush to country V right away!"

  After hanging up, Wen Churan felt a little collapsed.

  Gu Nanpei supported her and asked, "How is it? What did President Mucheng say?"

  "He...he rushed to country V..."

   "That's good." Gu Nanpei breathed a sigh of relief, "At first dye, I think you are in a bad condition, so let's take a rest."

  Gu Nanpei helped Wen Churan back to the lobby, and just happened to see the Secretary-General walking down the second floor, followed by a few guards behind him, carrying something tightly wrapped in white cloth.

  Obviously, it is a person.

  No, it should be a corpse to be precise.

  The body of Sheng Shimo.

  Wen Churan stared at the corpse 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, "The study has no clues. We will put the body of the President in the funeral home of the capital, and we will arrange for the burial of the President after the little milk tank actor officially inherits the position of President.

  Wen Churan squeezed his fists, as if desperate to make himself look away, but his body trembled uncontrollably, and all the blood on his face faded.

  Gu Nanpei has been holding Wen Churan tightly, fearing that she will fall down if she can't hold herself back.

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

  Through the gate of the Presidential Palace, you can see that there are several rows of black vehicles parked outside. Government officials are wearing black, standing beside the vehicles, bowing their heads and waiting for Sheng Shimo's body to appear.

  The entire presidential palace has been surrounded by groups of people. They have even blocked the road, and they can hear their wailing from all directions.

  Gu Nanpei asked, "For the first time, do we want to follow along and see?"

  She could see that Wen Churan's gaze was always looking outside the presidential palace, mixed with unpleasant reluctance and sorrow.

  Wen Churan retracted his gaze and shook his head, "No, I'm going to see the small milk can."

  The small milk can was locked in the bedroom, crying and screaming constantly.

  The door was locked, Wen Chuyan couldn't get in, so she could only stand outside, listening to the miserable cry of the little milk can, her heart also throbbed.

   "Ma Ma help... Ma Ma..."

  Wen Churan lay on the door panel and shouted inward, "Little milk pot, hemp is here!"

  The crying stopped abruptly.

   Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of a small fist hitting the door.

  Boom——Boom——

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

  The distance between her and him is only one door apart, but they can't see or touch each other.

  Wen Churan wiped the tears that had just fallen, and tried to comfort the little milk can with the calmest voice.

   "Don't be afraid, you just stay in there first, Ma Ma will rescue you soon."

  The little milk pot cried, "I know Ma Ma... Ma Ma, you must save me out quickly..."

   "Well, Ma Ma is with you outside."

  Mo's body was sent to the funeral home, and the presidential palace gradually returned to peace.

  But it didn't take long before the commotion started again.

  Gu Nanpei rushed upstairs and said, "First dye! First dye! President Mucheng is here!"

   Upon hearing this, Wen Churan, who was sitting cross-legged outside the door, immediately stood up and rushed downstairs without saying a word.

  I saw Mu Cheng really standing outside the presidential palace, but the guards guarding the gate blocked his way.

  (End of this chapter)