Chapter 882

These guards in the presidential palace, who have received special training, are one in a million elites. Even if they die, they will not forget the word loyalty. Naturally, they will not be easily threatened.

"Sorry, President Mucheng, we can't let you leave without the order of your Excellency the president."

Mu Cheng's thin lips are slightly hooked, and there is a knife in his smile? Even if the two countries go to war on this, they won't let it? "

The guards were stunned at this remark.

They looked at each other with a wavering look on their faces, but they still stopped the exit without moving their steps.

Mu Cheng's smile gradually faded, and the tense atmosphere spread rapidly.

Just then, a man's roar suddenly came from his ear, "get out of here!"

They immediately looked for a voice, and their eyes gathered on Sheng Shimo.

His upright figure, cold and proud, gloomy and handsome face and slightly red eyes made him look like a demon from the depths of hell.

"Let them go!" Four words, cold from his thin lips, mixed with a trace of reluctance and helplessness.

It was not until they listened to the president's order that the guards were willing to retreat slowly to both sides and make way for the road.

Mu Cheng turned back, held out a hand to Wen churan and whispered, "let's go."

Wen churan hesitated. When she noticed the hot eyes from Sheng Shimo, she stretched out her hand and quietly put it in the palm of Mucheng.

She didn't know why she did it.

Mu Cheng smiled and picked up Wen churan, who held a small milk can.

The back of the three people looked like a warm family of three, but it hurt Sheng Shimo's eyes.

Just as the footsteps were about to step out of the door, there was a cold call behind him.

"Warm primary dyeing."

Hearing these three words, Wen churan's figure was fierce. Her brain had not reacted, but her steps had stopped.

This is almost what she did subconsciously.

When Wen churan completely reacted, his face turned white.

Habit... Is a terrible thing.

For five years, she couldn't change the habit that she stopped as soon as he was born.

Can't she really... Just leave him a natural and unrestrained figure?

no How could she not have made any progress in the past five years?

Wen churan didn't look back and said coldly, "don't call my name again. From now on... You should be Wen churan... Dead!"

Every word in the words hit Sheng Shimo's heart hard, as if it had a huge impact, pushing him back half a step uncontrollably.

Originally gloomy face, but now as white as paper.

Just think she's... Dead?

In the past five years, everyone said that she was dead, even the clothes crown tomb. He didn't believe it, but he was looking for it, never stopped and didn't want to give up.

Now... How can he do it when she's dead?

Just today, Wen churan said the most heartless words she had ever said in her life.

Sheng Shimo also listened to the most heartless words he had ever heard in his life.

The saddest thing is that you can't be a lover or an enemy. You can only be the most familiar stranger.

Looking at the woman's back, thin and cold, but also determined to be natural and unrestrained, as if it would dissipate in front of her at any time.

In her prime, Mo Meng remembered that five years ago, she stood on the edge of the cliff, hunting in the cold wind, and her thin figure swayed like a flag.

He ran after him, stretched his arms, and couldn't stop him from leaving.