Chapter 1201 Do You Want to Go to the Funeral Home Today?

"Perverted old uncle?" Wen Churan was stunned for a moment before he realized that the perverted old uncle he was referring to should be the Secretary General.

So he smiled and asked, "Have you memorized it?"

Little Milk Can looked disdainful, "Almost, try harder tonight, and you should be able to memorize it all."

Wen Churan picked up a glutinous rice dumpling for Little Milk Can, "Good baby, mom will reward you with a glutinous rice dumpling."

Tempted by the glutinous rice dumpling, Little Milk Can stopped complaining and ate happily.

After dinner, he was taken to the study by the Secretary General to supervise his memorization.

The next morning, Wen Churan had just woken up and saw Little Milk Can dressed neatly and memorizing in front of the Secretary General.

He memorized it by heart, and there was no stuttering throughout the whole article.

After hearing this, the Secretary General was very pleased and gave Little Milk Can a thumbs up, "President Little Milk Can, you are so smart."

Wen Churan lay on the door frame and peeked, feeling extremely proud.

The baby has grown up. He doesn't need her to wake him up or help him dress and wash. He can already do things on his own. She has cultivated the blessing of several lifetimes to give birth to a child prodigy!

After reciting the book, the little milk can yawned, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"No." The secretary general took the little milk can's hand and took him to the study, "There are new things to learn today."

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

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

The little milk can had a sad face, "Is being a president so tiring? I wouldn't have helped with this if I had known, hum!"

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

While eating breakfast, the little milk can's head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and he almost couldn't help but fell asleep on the dining table.

The secretary general asked, "Miss Wen, do you want to go to the funeral home today?"

Wen Churan was stunned.

Go to the funeral home... to see Sheng Shimo?

In fact, she has been avoiding it recently, trying to forget the fact that Sheng Shimo is dead, just thinking that he is not here for the time being.

But now, she is asked to go to the funeral home?

She can't look at his body a second time. For her, it is more painful than killing her.

Wen Churan shook her head and said, "No..."

"But tomorrow, President Adair's body will be buried, and you will..."

You will never have the chance to see it again, right?

Even if there is no chance, she doesn't want to accept the blow of his death again.

"In the future...please don't inform me about his news again, thank you." Wen Churan said lightly.

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

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

The Secretary-General left all matters concerning Sheng Shimo's funeral to Sheng Zhixun.

First, the Secretary-General was too busy.

Second, this was Sheng Zhixun's initiative.

He wanted to personally send his fourth brother off for the last time.

Seeing Wen Churan, he asked, "Fourth sister-in-law, aren't you going to the funeral home? Tomorrow, the fourth brother will be buried."

Wen Churan waved her hands and said, "I won't go. I'm a little busy..."

What was she actually busy with?

There was nothing to be busy with. This was just an excuse for her to escape.