Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"Okay, okay, don't worry." Mucheng comforted him, "I'll rush to Country V right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Wen Churan felt a little exhausted.

Gu Nanpei supported her and asked, "How is it? What did President Mucheng say?"

"He...he will come to V country right away..."

"That's good." Gu Nanpei breathed a sigh of relief. "Chu Ran, I think you're not in good condition. Let's go and rest for a while."

Gu Nanpei helped Wen Churan back to the hall, and happened to see the secretary-general walking down from the second floor, followed by several guards, carrying something tightly wrapped in white cloth.

Obviously, it's a person.

No, to be precise it should be a corpse.

Sheng Shimo's body.

Wen Churan stared at the body wrapped in white cloth and stopped unconsciously.

Gu Nanpei looked at Wen Churan and asked the secretary-general, "What are you doing?!"

The Secretary-General replied, "No clues can be found in the study. We are going to put the body of His Excellency the President in the Capital Funeral Parlor. After the Little Milk Jar actor officially succeeds to the position of President, we will arrange for the burial of His Excellency the President."

Wen Churan clenched his fists, as if he was trying his best to look away, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and all the color drained from his face.

Gu Nanpei kept holding Wen Churan tightly, fearing that she would collapse if she couldn't hold herself any longer.

The body was moved out of the presidential palace, and immediately after, Sheng Zhixun rushed down from the second floor and left the presidential palace.

Through the gate of the Presidential Palace, you can see several rows of black vehicles parked outside. Government officials, dressed in black, stood beside the vehicles, lowering their heads and waiting quietly for Sheng Shimo's body to appear.

The entire presidential palace has been surrounded by people. They have even blocked the roads with water. Their wailing can be heard from all directions.

Gu Nanpei asked, "Chu Ran, do you want us to come over and have a look?"

She could see that Wen Churan's eyes were always looking outside the Presidential Palace, mixed with an unnoticeable look of reluctance and sadness.

Wen Churan looked away and shook his head, "No, I'll go check out the milk jug."

The little milk jug was locked in the bedroom and kept crying and roaring.

The door was locked, and Wen Churan couldn't get in. She could only stand outside, listening to the pitiful cry of the little milk jug, and her heart throbbed.

"Mama, please help...Mama..."

Wen Churan lay on the door panel and shouted in, "Little milk tank, Mommy is here!"

The crying stopped suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of small fists hitting the door panel.

Bang - Bang -

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, hurry up and save the little milk tank..."

The distance between her and him was only a door, but they couldn't see or touch each other.

Wen Churan wiped away the tears that had just fallen and tried to soothe the little milk can in the calmest voice possible.

"Don't be afraid, just stay inside and Mom will rescue you soon."

The little milk tank whimpered, "I know Mommy... Mommy, you must rescue me quickly..."

"Well, Mommy is staying with you outside."

Sheng Shimo's body was sent to the funeral parlor, and the presidential palace gradually returned to calm.

But not long after, the commotion started again.

Gu Nanpei hurriedly rushed upstairs and said, "First dye! First dye! President Mucheng is here!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Churan, who was sitting cross-legged outside the door, immediately stood up and rushed downstairs without saying a word.

As expected, Mucheng was seen standing outside the Presidential Palace, but the guard guarding the gate blocked his way.