Chapter 1192 Say it out, aren’t you afraid of embarrassment?

  She suddenly discovered that she was lying on the bed. In the dim bedroom, there was no moonlight penetrating from the window, and there was no tall figure of a man, only silence spreading endlessly.

  How about the ink in the prime of life?

  He is gone?

  She clearly stood in front of him, venting all the unwillingness and anger in her heart to him.

  It was a blink of an eye, but he was lying on the bed.

  What happened just now, is it just a dream?

  Wen Churan got up from the bed and saw the pillow on the floor that she hadn't thrown off.

  It turned out that it was just a dream just now...

  Yes, he is dead, how could he appear in front of her?

  But why even died, but still invaded her dream? Disturb her mood?

  Wen Churan wiped all the eyes on her cheeks and lay on the bed again, but tossing and turning could no longer fall asleep.

  In the daytime, with Gu Nanpei by her side, she might be able to hold on and pretend that she didn't care about Sheng Shimo's death.

   But now, in the middle of the night, she was lying on the bed alone, her heart was in pain like being torn apart, closing her eyes, all Sheng Shimo's face appeared in her mind.

  He laughed at her, he cried at her, his anger at her, and his helplessness towards her.

  And all the love-hate entanglements they have come along since they first met and now.

  Whether it is the good time with him or the painful memories he gave her, all of them are like fragments, one by one emerging in my mind.

  She still hates him.

  Hate that he died like this, hate him for leaving all the pain to her alone.

  Fumbling, sleeping and waking up, finally got up to the next morning.

  Wen Churan got up, finished washing, and opened the door of the room, only to see people kneeling all over the door, which really shocked her.

  She glanced hurriedly and found that the Secretary-General was kneeling in the forefront, and the others kneeling on the ground were also government officials.

  Because she had lived in the Presidential Palace before, she was familiar with it.

  These people are the most respected and worshipped people in a country after the president. They are a symbol of the power of a country.

  Now, they all kneel down in front of an ordinary woman.

   "You...what are you doing?!"

The secretary-general headed by    said, "Miss Wen, we are here to petition."

   "Please what?"

   "I beg you to promise the little milk pot actor to inherit the presidency."

  After the secretary-general finished speaking, a large group of officials from behind also shouted in unison, "I beg you to agree to the succession of the president of the little milk pot actor."

  This sound resounded throughout the presidential palace, attracting many servants, hiding in the corner to peek.

   "You...are you all crazy? Get up!"

  Wen Churan can't stand others like this the most.

  The secretary-general lowered his head and said, "If you don't agree to Miss Wen, we won't get up."

   Shame? Sapo? Intimidation?

  In his prime, Mo really trained his officials to look exactly like him.

  "You are an official of a country, just kneel in front of a woman like this, don’t you be afraid of being ashamed?!"

   "Don't be afraid." The Secretary-General said.

   Immediately afterwards, a group of people behind them also said in unison, "Not afraid."

   "You..." Wen Churan was anxious, "Okay, if you are good, you can kneel if you want!"

  She was too lazy to care about them, she wanted to bypass them and leave, letting them kneel here.

  Who knows, they are all piled up at the door, so she can't even get out of the door at all!

  (End of this chapter)