Chapter 1200 She Still Doesn’t Hate Him Enough

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

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

Speaking of this, Wen Churan's eyes dimmed instantly, and he shook his head and said, "No progress, his death... is too strange."

Gu Nanpei patted Wen Churan on the back and comforted him, "It will always be investigated clearly. How can a person die in an unclear way? There will be no such weird things in the world."

No!

Wen Churan thought to herself: There will be such weird things.

She was afraid that it was not ordinary people who did it, but... those people.

It is impossible for ordinary people to sneak into the heavily guarded presidential palace quietly, and even kill people invisibly, so that Sheng Shimo has no chance of escape.

I hope... it's not those people...

What she wants most now is to catch the murderer.

Late at night, Wen Churan lay in bed, unable to sleep.

She tried desperately to make herself fall asleep, and wanted Sheng Shimo to enter her dream again.

Even if... even if he only told her a little clue.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Wen Churan sighed, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but she had no tears to shed.

This was the saddest thing, because she didn't even have an outlet to vent.

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

Recalling the scene of the last time she saw him, the memory was vague.

She didn't have time to say goodbye to him properly.

Who knew that it would become forever.

She said she hated him.

After his death, she didn't feel the pleasure of revenge.

In the end, she didn'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 in the presidential palace to watch the live broadcast.

In the live broadcast, Xiao Nai Guan was wearing a suit and was led into the venue by the secretary-general. Under the crowd and attention of the crowd, he officially inherited the presidency of V country and became the youngest president in the history of V country.

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

Now, he has become the focus of the whole audience, and he has been praised by many stars. In front of countless V citizens and densely packed cameras, he gave a speech with rich voice and wonderful voice.

Gu Nanpei clapped his hands in front of the TV, "He is worthy of being the best actor, wonderful! So wonderful!"

Wen Churan smiled, and it would be a lie to say that he was not proud.

At noon, the little milk can ran back from outside with sweat all over his head.

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

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

While eating watermelon, the little milk can puffed his cheeks and complained, "Everyone is scrambling to shake hands with me, and my hands are almost bald from them!"

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

Hearing the praise from his mom, the little milk can smiled with satisfaction.

In the afternoon, the secretary general took Little Milk Can to the study and began to formally teach him how to become the president of a country, how to manage a country, and how to handle government affairs.

Little Milk Can complained and wailed for the whole afternoon.

In the evening, he was in a bad mood and pointed fingers at Wen Churan at the dinner table.

"Mom, today that perverted old uncle brought me such a... thick book, saying that it was the history of V country from ancient times to the present, and asked me to memorize it all. He simply didn't treat me as a human being!"