Chapter 1292 You didn't die for me!

  That’s why he was able to calmly plan for the future of Country V before he died, as well as the future of the little milk tank and her!

  If you come, all the strange places can be figured out!

  Wen Churan prayed in her heart, praying that all of this is her random thoughts.

Sheng Zhixun will not die for her!

  After arriving in Country V, Wen Churan put on a mask and hired a taxi.

   "Driver, go to the Presidential Cemetery."

  The driver glanced at her strangely, “This lady, do you know where the President’s Cemetery is? It’s a place where the presidents of the past are buried, let alone ordinary people go in, it’s impossible to get close!

  Wen Churan coldly said, "These things don't bother you, you just need to send me over!"

The driver ate a woman's body and was not convinced. "Hey! If you have to go there, I can't stop you, but just wait. If you are caught by the guards over there, you Don't blame me for not reminding!"

Wen Churan did not speak, turned his head and looked out the window.

  The driver slammed on the accelerator and drove the car out.

  Half way, dark clouds in the sky rolled, and it began to rain heavily, and then it became more turbulent, and there was no intention to stop.

  After arriving near the cemetery, the driver persuaded, "The rain is too heavy. I think you should find a place to hide from the rain. When the rain stops, you can try to get in."

  Wen Churan ignored the driver, pushed the door and got out of the car, and charged in the direction of the cemetery.

  The driver was sitting in the car, his teeth tickled with anger, "It’s kind of a donkey liver and lungs. Everyone has them these days!"

  As soon as Wen Churan arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, a group of guards rushed out from the security room and raised guns to surround her.

  "Stop, who are you? The government is a heavy land, no trespassing!"

  Wen Churan did not speak, but pulled off his mask, revealing a face, looking pale in the heavy rain.

  The guards looked intently, and their faces suddenly changed.

   "Miss Wen?! You... why did you come here suddenly?"

  They put down their guns one after another.

  Wen Churan's voice was a little hoarse, "Let me see...President Adair."

  The guards retreated to both sides, giving way to Wen Churan.

   "Miss Wen, please come in."

  A guard handed Wen Churan an umbrella, but Wen Churan didn't ask for it, so he went straight into the cemetery under the rain.

  The place where the presidents of the past are buried is of course extravagantly built.

  Across a turquoise lawn, I saw several graves displayed in sequence in front of me.

  Wen Churan easily found Sheng Shimo. The name engraved on his tombstone was Adair, and he didn't even have a photo.

  It's not that I didn't post it to him, it should have been found.

  With such a cold temper, he naturally doesn't like taking pictures.

  Wen Churan walked over step by step. I don’t know why, and suddenly his legs became weak. With a plop, he knelt down in front of the tombstone. Tears flowed across his cheeks, which had already mixed with the rain.

  She raised her hand and stroked the cold tombstone, still couldn't help but cry.

   "Sheng Shimo, tell me you didn't die for me, you didn't die for me!"

  Wen Churan screamed desperately at the tombstone.

  Now she is like a person standing on a cliff, on the verge of death, with a severe cut in her heart, and only Mo is her life-saving straw.

  Only he personally told her that he didn't die for her, and he didn't exchange his death for her life.

  She will not so much heartache that life is worse than death.

  (End of this chapter)