Chapter 1292

So before he died, he could calmly plan the future of country V, as well as the small milk can and her future!

If you come, you can think of all the strange places!

Wen churan prayed in her heart that all this was her wishful thinking.

Sheng Zhixun would not have died for her!

After arriving in country V, Wen churan put on a mask and called a taxi.

"Driver, go to the presidential cemetery."

The driver looked at her strangely. "Miss, do you know where the presidential cemetery is? It's a place for burying past presidents. Ordinary people, let alone go in, can't even get close! "

Wen churan said coldly, "these things don't bother you. Just send me there!"

The driver ate on a woman and was unconvinced. "Hey! If you have to go, I can't stop you, but you just wait. If you are caught by the guard over there, don't blame me for not reminding you! "

Wen churan didn't speak and turned to look out of the window.

The driver slammed on the accelerator and drove the car out.

On the way, dark clouds rolled in the sky. It began to rain cats and dogs, and then it became pattering again. It didn't mean to stop.

After arriving near the cemetery, the driver advised, "the rain is too heavy. I think you'd better find a place nearby to take shelter from the rain. When the rain stops, you can try to go in."

Wen churan ignored the driver, pushed the door to get off and charged in the direction of the cemetery.

"It's really itchy to sit in a car these days!"

As soon as Wen churan arrived at the gate of the cemetery, a group of guards rushed out of the security room and surrounded her with guns.

"Stop, who are you? The government is an important place. No trespassing! "

Wen churan didn't speak, but pulled down his mask and showed his face. He looked particularly pale in the heavy rain.

The guards looked intently and suddenly changed their faces.

"Miss Wen?! You... Why did you come 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 Wen churan an umbrella, but Wen churan didn't ask for it. He was so drenched in the rain and went straight into the cemetery.

Of course, the place where successive Presidents were buried was built in extraordinary luxury.

Through a green lawn, only a few graves were displayed in turn before the meeting.

Wen churan easily found the flourishing ink. The name engraved on his tombstone was Adair, and he didn't even have a picture.

It's not that I don't post it to him. I shouldn't have found it.

He has such a cold temper that he naturally doesn't like taking pictures.

Wen churan walked over step by step. He didn't know why. Suddenly his legs softened. He knelt in front of the tombstone with a plop. There were tears on his cheeks. He had already mixed with the rain.

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

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

Wen churan screams at the tombstone.

Now she is like a dying person standing on a cliff. Her heart has been cut. Only when she is in full bloom, ink is her life-saving straw.

Only he told her himself that he didn't die for her and that he didn't trade his death for her life.

She won't feel so sad that life is better than death.