Limited Time Hidden Marriage

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?"

At the mention of this, Wen Churan's eyes instantly dimmed, and he shook his head and said, "There is no progress, his death... is too strange."

Gu Nanpei patted Wen Churan's back and said comfortingly, "The investigation will always make it clear. How could a person die in such a mysterious way? There is no such weird thing in the world."

No!

Wen Churan thought to himself: There is such a weird thing.

She was just afraid that it was not ordinary people who took action, but...those people.

Being able to sneak into the heavily guarded presidential palace silently, and even kill people without being seen, left Sheng Shimo with no possibility of escaping. It was definitely not something ordinary people could do.

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

What she wants most now is to find the murderer.

Late at night, Wen Churan was lying on the bed, unwilling to sleep.

She desperately wanted to fall asleep and wanted Sheng Shimo to enter her dream again.

Even if...even if I just tell her a little clue.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Wen Churan let out a long sigh. He felt terribly uncomfortable, but had no tears to shed.

This is the saddest thing, because she doesn'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.

When I think back to the last time I saw him, my memory is blurry.

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

Who knows, it will be forever.

She said she hated him.

After his death, she did not feel the pleasure of revenge.

After all, she still 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 at the Presidential Palace to watch the live broadcast.

During the live broadcast, Little Milk Tank was wearing a suit and was led into the venue by the secretary-general. Under the crowd and attention, he officially inherited the position of president of country V and became the youngest president in the history of country V.

Before that, the secretary-general also helped him write a speech and asked him to memorize it by heart.

Now, he became the focus of the audience, being praised by the stars. In front of countless people of country V and in front of a dense crowd of cameras, he gave an emotional and brilliant speech.

Gu Nanpei clapped his hands in front of the TV, "As expected of the best actor, wonderful! So wonderful!"

Wen Churan smiled, thinking that he was lying if he said he wasn't proud.

At noon, Little Milk Tank ran back from outside sweating profusely.

"It's so hot, Mommy, I want some water, I'm so thirsty!"

Wen Churan had already prepared water for him, and also specially prepared a plate of iced watermelon.

While eating watermelon, the little milk jug puffed up her cheeks and complained, "Everyone is vying to shake my hand, and my hands are almost bald from their grip!"

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

Hearing Mommy's compliment, Little Milk Tank showed a satisfied smile.

In the afternoon, the secretary-general brought the small milk can to the study and began to formally teach him how to become the president of a country, how to manage the country and handle government affairs.

The little milk tank whined incessantly and wailed all afternoon.

In the evening, his energy and energy were not good, and he was gesticulating with Wen Churan at the dinner table.

"Mama, today that perverted old man gave me such a...thick book. He said it was the history of country V from ancient times to the present. He asked me to memorize it all. He didn't treat me as a human being!"