Chapter 882 The Most Heartless Words

These guards at the Presidential Palace have received special training and are elites selected from a million. They will never forget the word loyalty even until they die, and naturally they will not be easily threatened.

"Sorry, President Mucheng, we can't let you go without the order from our President."

Mucheng's thin lips curled up slightly, and he hid a knife in his smile, "You won't let it? Even if the two countries of VE start a war, you won't let it?"

As soon as these words came out, the guards were stunned.

They looked at each other with shaken expressions on their faces, but they still blocked the exit without moving at all.

The smile on Mucheng's lips gradually faded, and the tense atmosphere quickly spread.

At this moment, a man's roar suddenly came to his ears, "Everyone, get out of here!"

Everyone immediately looked around, all their eyes focused on Sheng Shimo.

His upright figure was lonely and arrogant, his handsome face was gloomy, and his slightly red eyes made him look like a demon from the depths of hell.

"Let them go!" Four words came out coldly from his thin lips, mixed with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness.

It wasn't until they listened to His Excellency the President's order that the group of guards slowly retreated to both sides and gave way to the road.

Mucheng turned around, stretched out a hand towards Wen Churan, and said softly, "Let's go."

Wen Churan hesitated. When she noticed the hot gaze from Sheng Shimo, she stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Mucheng's palm.

She didn't know why she did this.

Mucheng smiled slightly and held Wen Churan in his arms, while Wen Churan held the small milk jug.

The backs of the three people looked like a warm family of three, but it stung Sheng Shimo's eyes severely.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, a call came from behind him.

"Wen Churan."

Hearing these three words, Wen Churan's figure froze, and her steps had stopped before her brain could react.

This was almost something she did subconsciously.

When Wen Churan finally came to his senses, his face turned pale.

Habits...are a terrible thing.

Five years later, she couldn't change the habit she had stopped as soon as he was born.

Could it be that she really had no choice but to leave him with a cool 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 me by my name again. From now on...you just think that Wen Churan...is dead!"

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

His originally gloomy face was now as pale as a sheet of paper.

Just treat her as...dead?

In the past five years, everyone said that she was dead and even had a tomb, but he didn't believe it. He was the only one who kept searching, never stopping, unwilling to give up.

Now...how could he do it, treating her as dead?

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

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

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

Looking at the woman's retreating back, she is thin and deserted, but also determined and unrestrained, as if she will disappear in front of her eyes at any time.

Sheng Shimo suddenly remembered that five years ago, she stood on the edge of the cliff, hunting in the cold wind, her thin figure swaying like a flag.

He ran wildly to catch up with her and stretched out his arms, but couldn't stop her from leaving.