Chapter 818 You Are Not Worthy to Talk About Her

  "Sheng Zhixun, listen to me, it's not your fault... it's not your fault..."

  Gradually, Sheng Zhixun's body stopped trembling, and his emotions eased a lot.

   At this moment, a servant suddenly exclaimed, "Someone is coming!"

  This is a cemetery, and it is normal for someone to come.

  But if the servant makes such a fuss, it means there must be a problem.

  Gu Nanpei let go of Sheng Zhixun.

The two turned their heads and looked at the same time. From a distance, they vaguely saw an extended Lincoln car parked outside the cemetery, surrounded by a group of neat and orderly black bodyguards, all straightened their waists, and their faces were cold and solemn. , Even the gaze straight ahead will not be shifted by the slightest, obviously it has undergone rigorous training.

  This posture, this pomp, it's hard not to surprise people.

Sheng Zhixun sensed something was wrong, and suddenly got up, saw the bodyguard opened the door, and then walked out of the Lincoln car with a slender body.

   Seeing this, the servants couldn't help but exclaimed.

"sky…"

   "That's... is that the Fourth Master?"

  The fourth master of Sheng became the president of country V, forced to death the fourth master who was still pregnant with Wen Chuyun.

  The servants have never dared to mention this matter, but they all know it well.

  In the past five years, they have never seen Sheng Sishao return to City B to visit the fourth grandma at the cemetery.

  Perhaps they have been here, but they don’t know.

  But it was the first time that such a narrow encounter like this happened, and the servants were so scared that they couldn't help but shout out.

  Gu Nanpei just recovered from the shock, turned his head to look for Sheng Zhixun, but saw Sheng Zhixun's figure flashing past his eyes.

  He moved his long legs, stepped across the graves, and rushed directly toward Sheng Shimo like a gust of wind.

  Gu Nanpei was shocked and hurried to catch up with a group of servants.

  In his prime, Mo's footsteps had not formally entered the gate of the cemetery, but he was blocked by a sudden figure.

   "Do you still have a face?!"

   Accompanied by Sheng Zhixun's roar, Sheng Shimo was punched in the cheek abruptly.

  Because he was too unprepared, his body was unstable, and he staggered back several times. Fortunately, the bodyguard behind him reached out to support him in time.

   "Your Excellency, are you all right."

  The next moment, all the bodyguards around now raised their guns and rushed to aim at Sheng Zhixun.

  Mo coldly yelled, "Let it down!"

  Your Excellency President’s order, the bodyguards did not dare to disobey, they could only put down the gun in their hands, but still maintained a state of alert, and the movements in their hands were even more ready for action.

  Sheng Zhixun was trembling with anger, and squeezed his hands tightly. The posture looked like he wanted to punch Sheng Shimo again.

   There was a faint warm feeling at the corners of his mouth. Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it in the prime of time. Then he lowered his eyes and saw a bright blood stain on the back of his white hand, which was especially obvious.

  It can be seen how much effort Sheng Zhixun used.

   "Get out! Get out!" Sheng Zhixun was hysterical, and Jun's face was already flushed with anger.

  In his prime, Mo took the handkerchief handed by the bodyguard and wiped the blood stains off the back of his hand. Only then did he lift his thin lips, and his low voice was so calm that there was no ups and downs.

   "Zhixun, in front of her, I don't want to argue with you."

  Speaking, the man looked into the distance, and finally he settled in Wen Churan's graveyard.

   "You don't deserve to mention her! Not even worth coming here! Get out! Go back to your country V!" Sheng Zhixun roared, raising his fist and going to Sheng Shimo again.

  (End of this chapter)