Chapter 1191

Wen churan felt a cold scratch on his cheek. He reached out and found that he unknowingly found that a tear fell from the corner of his eye and hit the pillow towel heavily.

Why did she cry?!

Why cry for the man who broke her heart?!

Wen churan blames himself for being worthless and tries to dry his tears with the back of his hand.

Finally, he simply closed his eyes.

As long as you close your eyes, tears won't seep out again.

I don't know how long later, Wen churan suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been induced by something.

The moonlight shone in from the window, turned into a slender figure in the dark bedroom, and stood still by the bed.

Wen churan looked at the man in front of her inconceivably and jumped up from the bed. There was just a tear drop in the corner of her eye, and her tears could no longer be stopped. It was like a flood that opened the valve and flowed down.

"Sheng... Shi Mo?" Wen churan's voice trembled violently, and he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

It's Sheng Shimo

She didn't admit her mistake, nor was she an illusion!

Tall stature, handsome face, that once elegant and noble man like the king, now stands in front of her.

Somehow, Wen churan's heart suddenly soared into an unknown anger. He grabbed the pillow on his bed and smashed it at the flourishing ink.

Then he rushed to him, grabbed his collar and asked angrily from his mouth.

"Why did you die?! Why do you say die?! I haven't retaliated against you. You haven't compensated for the harm you have done to me. How can you die like this?! How can... "

As he spoke, Wen churan choked and couldn't make a sound. All the tears he held back during the day broke out completely at this time.

Just then, Sheng Shimo suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Wen churan, who was crying miserably, and leaned over her ear to slowly open his mouth. His voice was like the moonlight, ethereal.

"First dyeing... Let the little milk can inherit the position of president."

Hearing this, Wen churan became more angry. He pushed away the ink in full bloom, broke free from his embrace of attachment, and shouted desperately, "why?! Why do you say you'll die if you die, but you still won't let me and the milk can go?!

Even if he is your son, what have you done for him?! Have you witnessed his birth? Did you take care of him when he was ill? You didn't even milk you once or change your diaper once! Why should he bear the mess you left behind? He is still a child. Are you really so cruel? "

In the prime of time, Mo came forward and grabbed Wen churan's hand fiercely. A pair of eyes like an abyss locked her tightly. The tone was unheard of sincerity.

"Churan, just because he is my son, I want to give him the best. Only he is qualified to have the country I desperately keep. Believe me, you will not regret it in the future."

Wen churan fiercely shook off Sheng Shimo's hand and smiled contemptuously, "do you make me believe you? Don't forget, it was you... Who personally consumed all my trust in you! "

"First dyeing..." Mo stepped forward and continued to approach.

Wen churan retreated and covered his ears with both hands, hysterically "why?! Why are you so selfish! "

Accompanied by a pair of roars, Wen churan fiercely opens his eyes, his whole body has been soaked in cold sweat, and tears are all over his cheeks.