Chapter 1200 She still hates him enough

  After trying the dress, Wen Churan and Gu Nanpei left the bedroom together.

  Gu Nanpei asked, "A ceremony will be held tomorrow, and Shengshimo will be buried three days later. What is the cause of Shengshimo's death? Is there any progress?"

  Mentioning this, Wen Churan's eyes instantly darkened, and he shook his head and said, "No progress, his death...too strange."

  Gu Nanpei patted Wen Churan's back, and calmly said, "I will always investigate clearly, how can a person die so unclearly? There is no such strange thing in the world."

Do not!

  Wen Churan thought to himself: There is such a weird thing.

  She was afraid, not ordinary people, but...those people.

  Can sneak into the heavily guarded presidential palace quietly, and even kill people invisible. It is impossible for Molian to escape during the prime time, and it is definitely impossible for ordinary people to do it.

  I hope...not those people...

  What she wants most now is to find the murderer.

  Late at night, Wen Churan was lying in bed, unconsciously sleeping.

  She desperately wanted to put herself asleep, and wanted Sheng Shimo to enter her dream again.

  Even...even if I only tell her a little clue.

  Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Wen Churan sighed, feeling terribly uncomfortable, but there were no tears to shed.

  This is the saddest thing, because she doesn’t even have an outlet to vent.

  In fact, the bigger reason she wanted to dream about him was that she simply wanted to see him.

  Recalling the scene of the last time I saw him, my memory is vague.

  She has not had time to say goodbye to him.

  Who knows, it has become forever.

  She said she hated him.

  After he died, she did not feel the pleasure of revenge.

   After all, she still doesn’t hate him enough.

  Wen Churan woke up early the next morning.

  The ceremony was held in the Capital Square. Wen Churan did not attend, but stayed at the Presidential Palace to watch the live broadcast.

  In the live broadcast, the small milk tank was dressed in a suit and was led by the Secretary-General to enter the venue. With the crowd and attention, he formally inherited the position of President of Country V and became the youngest president in the history of Country V.

  Before that, the secretary-general also wrote a speech for him, asking him to memorize it thoroughly.

  Now, he has become the focus of the audience. He was held in the moon by the stars, and in front of countless people in Country V, in front of the dense camera, he gave a brilliant and wonderful speech.

  Gu Nanpei clapped his hands straight in front of the TV, "As expected of the actor, wonderful! So wonderful!"

  Wen Churan smiled, saying in his heart that it is not to be proud is false.

  At noon, the little milk can ran back from outside, sweating profusely.

   "It's so hot, so hot, I want to drink water, I'm so thirsty!"

  Wen Churan had prepared water for him a long time ago, and he even chilled a plate of watermelons.

  The little milk tank ate the watermelon, while bulging her cheeks and complaining, "Everyone is rushing to shake hands with me, my hand is almost bald by them!"

  Wen Churan stroked his head lightly and praised, "Hey, you did a great job today."

   Hearing Ma Ma’s praise, the little milk tank showed a satisfied smile.

  In the afternoon, the secretary-general took the small milk can to the study and began to formally teach him how to become the president of a country, how to manage the country, and handle government affairs.

  The little milk tank screamed and wailed for a whole afternoon.

  In the evening, his whole spirit was not good, and he was gesticulating with Wen Churan at the dinner table.

   "Ma Ma, today that perverted old man gave me such a...thick book, saying that it is the history of country V from ancient times to the present, and asked me to memorize all of it, so I don’t think of me as a human being!"

  (End of this chapter)