Chapter 1191 Why do you say you die and die?

  Wen Churan felt a cold dash across her cheeks, and when she reached out her hand, she realized that without knowing it, a teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and hit the pillow towel heavily.

  Why does she cry? !

  Why cry for the man who broke her heart? !

  Wen Churan blamed himself for nothing, and desperately wiped away the tears with the back of his hand.

  Finally, she closed her eyes tightly.

  As long as you close your eyes, your tears will no longer seep out.

  I don’t know how long it took, Wen Churan opened his eyes suddenly as if he was suddenly affected.

  I saw the moonlight shining in from the window, turning into a slender figure in the dim bedroom, standing quietly beside the bed.

Wen Churan looked at the man in front of him incredulously, and suddenly bounced off the bed. A teardrop fell from the corner of her eye, and her tears could no longer be stopped, like a flood that opened a valve, surging downwards. Flowing.

  "Sheng...Shimo?" Wen Churan's voice trembled violently, and he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

  Is the prime minister...

  She did not admit her mistake, nor was she an illusion!

   Tall figure, handsome face, the man who was once elegant and noble as a king, stood in front of her at this moment.

  For some reason, Wen Churan's heart suddenly rose with an unnamed anger, and he picked up the pillow on the bed and slammed it towards Sheng Shimo.

   Immediately afterwards, he rushed in front of him, grabbed his collar directly, and issued an angry question from his mouth.

   "Why are you going to die?! Why do you die?! I haven't retaliated against you fiercely, and you haven't compensated for the harm you have done to me. How can you just die like this?! How can you..."

  While talking, Wen Churan choked and couldn't make a sound. The tears that he held back during the day broke out completely at this time.

   At this moment, Sheng Shimo suddenly stretched out his hand and held Wen Churan, who was crying miserably, tightly into her arms, leaning over her ears and slowly speaking, her voice was like moonlight, illusory.

   "The first dye... let the little milk tank inherit the position of the president."

Hearing this, Wen Churan became even more angry. He pushed Sheng Shimo away, and if he broke free, he could easily cause attachment to the embrace. He shouted desperately, "Why?! Why do you die and die," Dead but still refuse to let go of me and the little milk pot?!

  Even if he is your son, what have you done for him? ! Have you ever witnessed his birth? Did you take care of him when he was sick? You haven't even soaked your milk once, or changed your diaper once! Why should you let him bear the mess you left behind? He is still a child, are you really so cruel? ! "

  Sheng Shimo stepped forward and grabbed Wen Churan's hand abruptly. A pair of eyes that looked like an abyss locked her tightly, and the tone was unheard of sincerity.

   "At the beginning, because he is my son, I want to give him the best. Only he is qualified to own the country I desperately saved. Trust me, you will not regret it in the future."

  Wen Churan shook off Sheng Shimo's hand fiercely, and smiled contemptuously, "You make me believe in you? Don't forget, it was you once... personally consumed all my trust in you!"

  "First dye..." Mo stepped forward and continued to approach.

  Wen Churan stepped back, covering her ears with both hands, hysterically "Why?! Why are you so selfish!"

   Accompanied by a pair of roars, Wen Churan opened his eyes violently, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and there were tears all over his cheeks.

  (End of this chapter)