Limited Time Hidden Marriage

That's why before he died, he could calmly plan the future of country V, as well as the future of Little Milk Tank and her!

If you come here, you can figure out all the strange places!

Wen Churan prayed in her heart that all this was just her random imagination.

Sheng Zhixun would not die for her!

After arriving in country V, Wen Churan put on a mask and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, go to the presidential cemetery."

The driver gave her a strange look, "Miss, do you know where the Presidential Cemetery is? It's a place specially designed to bury past presidents. Ordinary people can't even get close to it, let alone enter it!"

Wen Churan said coldly, "I don't need to worry about these things. You just need to send me there!"

The driver felt defeated by a woman and was unconvinced, "Hey! If you insist on going there, I can't stop you, but just wait. If you are caught by the guard over there, you will Don’t blame me for not reminding you!”

Wen Churan said nothing and turned to look out the window.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and sent the car flying.

Halfway through, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and it started to rain heavily, and then it became drizzling again, with no intention of stopping.

After arriving near the cemetery, the driver advised, "It's raining too much. I think you should find a place to hide from the rain nearby. When the rain stops, you can try to see if you can go in."

Wen Churan ignored the driver, opened the door and got out of the car, heading towards the cemetery.

The driver was sitting in the car and was so angry that he said, "Good intentions are just like a donkey's liver and lungs. Everyone really has it these days!"

As soon as Wen Churan arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, a group of guards rushed out from the security room and surrounded her with guns drawn.

"Stop, who are you? Government territory, no trespassing!"

Wen Churan did not speak, but pulled off his mask, revealing a face that looked particularly pale in the heavy rain.

The guards took a closer look and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Miss Wen?! You...why are you here suddenly?"

They put down their guns one after another.

Wen Churan's voice was a little hoarse, "Let me see...President Adair."

The guards retreated to both sides to make way for Wen Churan.

"Miss Wen, please come in."

A guard handed Ye Wen Churan an umbrella, but Wen Churan didn't take it and walked straight into the cemetery in the rain.

The place where past presidents are buried is, of course, extremely luxurious.

Passing through a green lawn, I saw several graves displayed in front of me.

Wen Churan found Sheng Shimo easily. The name engraved on his tombstone was Adair, and there was not even a photo.

It’s not that I didn’t post it for him, it’s probably because I didn’t find it.

With such a cold temperament, he naturally doesn't like taking pictures.

Wen Churan walked over step by step. For some reason, his legs suddenly became weak and he knelt down in front of the tombstone with a plop. There were tears streaming down his cheeks, which had already mixed with the rain.

She raised her hand and touched the cold tombstone, but she couldn't help crying.

"Sheng Shimo, tell me, you didn't die for me, you didn't die for me!"

Wen Churan screamed at the tombstone.

Now, she was like a person standing on a cliff, on the verge of death, her heart was severely cut open, and only Sheng Shimo was her life-saving straw.

Only he told her personally that he did not die for her, and he did not trade his death for her life.

She would not be so heartbroken that she would rather die.