Chapter 1204 Burial

  On the day of Mo's burial, the flag was lowered at half-mast, the whistle was forbidden, and the whole country was in silent tribute.

  All these are what Wen Churan saw in the report.

  She did not go to the funeral, but as the current president, Mo's biological son must be present.

Sheng Zhixun was also there, and Gu Nanpei accompanied Wen Churan in the villa.

  She was worried about Wen Churan, and she couldn't say a lot of comforting words.

  Wen Churan could tell, and patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I feel okay now, not as fragile as you think, you go out first, I want to rest alone first."

  Gu Nanpei is still a little worried, "First dye..."

  Wen Churan pushed her out, “I’m really okay. Finally, the little milk can is not there. I want to take a rest. You can go out first.”

  Wen Churan drove Gu Nanpei out of the bedroom, until she closed the door, her forced smile instantly collapsed, and a long sigh overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

   Then, dragging heavy steps to the side of the bed, like a deflated ball, unable to hold it anymore, he fell heavily on the bed.

  She can no longer deceive herself.

  Mo was dead in its prime...

   is not suspended animation, and there will be no miracles.

  His body, lying in an ice coffin, was buried in the president’s tomb in front of thousands of people.

  She never thought that the end between her and him would be a goodbye.

  It seems that she has never been with him from outside, but always follows behind him, guarding his most important things for him.

  From Shengshi five years ago to Country V today.

  Like fate, she will entangle with him all her life, even if he is dead, she must be a prison for her, and she will be firmly trapped in this country V.

Standing by the window, there was a sudden heavy rain outside, the patter of rain, mixed with the crying of thousands of people from all directions, Wen Chuyan's face had no expression, but his heart was like a wounded little beast. , Wailed in pain.

  It wasn't until the evening that Little Milk Can and Sheng Zhixun came back under the heavy rain, and they were all drenched.

  Wen Churan immediately carried the small milk can into the bathroom to take a bath.

  I don’t know why, but the little milk can pulls his head, not in a very good mood.

  Wen Churan helped him take a bath while softly asking "What's wrong? Not happy?"

  The little milk can sighed, "Ma Ma, human life is too fragile. People who were alive in the last second will die in the next second..."

  Wen Churan was stunned, "Are you... are you sad for the prime minister?"

The little milk can nodded. "Although I have a bad relationship with him and hate him, he is my baba after all. I used to be curious about who my baba is, but now it’s hard to find a baba. Before he could avenge you for Ma Ma, he died..."

  Wen Churan was amused by the last words of the little milk tank, and stretched out his hand to rub his head, "Life is like this, so you have to cherish the important people around you."

  The little milk jug raised her head, looked at Wen Churan, and asked in surprise, "Ma Ma, what's wrong with you? Your eyes are so swollen? Are you crying?"

Swollen?

  Wen Churan immediately covered his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and hurriedly explained "No, Ma Ma did not cry."

"Oh…"

  After taking a bath, Wen Churan went downstairs to eat with a small milk can, just when Sheng Zhixun also took a bath.

  Although Wen Churan didn’t ask anything, Sheng Zhixun still took the initiative to report, “The fourth sister, the funeral of the fourth brother went smoothly.”

  (End of this chapter)