Chapter 1201 Would you like to visit the funeral home today?

  "Perverted old man?" Wen Churan was taken aback for a moment before realizing it. He pointed out that the abnormal old man should be the secretary-general.

   Then smiled and asked, "Have you memorized it?"

  Small milk can’s face was disdainful, “It’s almost done, if you work hard tonight, you should be able to memorize it all.”

  Wen Churan puts a glutinous rice dumpling in a small milk pot "Good deed, Ma Ma rewards you with a glutinous rice dumpling."

   Tempted by glutinous rice dumplings, the little milk pot stopped complaining and ate happily.

  After eating, he was taken to the study by the secretary general and supervised the endorsement.

  In the morning of the next day, Wen Churan just woke up, and saw that the small milk tank was neatly dressed and endorsed in front of the Secretary-General.

  He is so familiar with his back, there is not a single place to stutter throughout the story.

  After listening to the Secretary-General, he was very pleased, and gave a thumbs up to the milk tank, "President of the milk tank, you are so smart."

  Wen Churan peeped by the door frame, also feeling extremely proud.

  Baby grows up, without her calling to get up, without her helping to dress and wash, she can already do it alone, she has cultivated a few lifetime blessings, she gave birth to a child prodigy!

  Little milk can finished memorizing the book, and yawned, "Then can I go back to sleep now?"

   "No." The secretary-general took the hand of the little milk can and brought him to the study, "I have something new to learn today."

   "But I'm so sleepy, it's only seven o'clock in the morning!"

  "When President Adair was alive, he started at six o'clock every day, and only rested at two or three in the morning. When he was busy, he even stayed up all night."

  The little milk tank was crying with a mournful face, "Is it so tiring to be a president? I would not help if I knew it, huh!"

  Seeing that the small milk can was taken to the study, Wen Churan showed up and went to the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast.

  When eating breakfast, the head of the little milk can was like a chicken pecking rice, almost couldn't help but fell asleep on the dining table.

  The secretary-general asked on the side, "Ms. Wen, would you like to... go to the funeral home to have a look?"

  Wen Churan was stunned.

  Go to the funeral parlour... Do you want to see the prime minister?

  In fact, she has been running away recently, trying to forget the fact that Sheng Shimo is dead, only if he is temporarily absent.

  But now, she actually wants her to go to the funeral home?

  His body, she couldn't look at it a second time, it was more painful to her than killing her.

  Wen Churan shook his head "No..."

  "But tomorrow, President Adair’s body will be buried. From now on you will..."

  I never have a chance to see it again, right?

  Even if there is no chance again, she does not want to accept the blow of his death again.

  "In the future... about his news, please stop notifying me, thank you." Wen Churan said lightly.

  The secretary-general was stunned, and only after a long while he said, "Okay, I understand, Miss Wen."

  After eating breakfast, the small milk can was stuffed into the study again. Sheng Zhixun was exhausted recently. He only got up near noon, packed his things and prepared to go to the funeral home.

  With regard to Shengshimo’s funeral, the Secretary-General handed it over to Sheng Zhixun.

  One, the Secretary-General is too busy.

  Second, this was also requested by Sheng Zhixun.

  He wants to personally send his fourth brother the last ride.

   Seeing Wen Churan, he asked, "Sister-in-law, don't you go to the funeral home? The fourth brother should be buried tomorrow."

  Wen Churan waved his hand, "I'm not going anymore, I'm a bit busy..."

  In fact, what is she busy with?

  Nothing to be busy, this is just an excuse for her to escape.

  (End of this chapter)