After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Shen?" Li Hui hung up the phone and glanced at Shen Xunzhou.

I glanced at the time on my phone: "It's half past nine. Can you talk to me in the afternoon next time you have something to talk to me about?"

"Which unemployed person is famous for getting up early?"

"But to be honest, the consumables that Wen Jin sent over this time are really good. The response from all departments in the hospital is very good. If Wen Qiyun had gone down this path earlier, he might have become rich a long time ago."

Shen Xunzhou nodded and asked Zhou Jin to bring a box over and hand it to her.

"what?"

“Paintings from the Landscape Studio.”

Li Hui was startled, and immediately sat up straight and took the painting Zhou Jin handed over: "That old guy has been talking about this for a long time at home recently, and I'm worried that I can't get it!"

"How did you get it?"

Zhou Jin smiled and explained, "Mr. Li, you don't know that this was reserved by Mr. Shen a long time in advance. He originally wanted to give it to his old lady, but when he knew you wanted it, he reluctantly gave it up."

"It's worth it that I have been collecting junk for you for so long! If you had told me earlier that you wanted to give me a painting, I would have accepted it willingly."

"You lackey," Shen Xunzhou glanced at him lightly, then stood up and glanced at him: "When you meet Wen Jin, do you know what to say and what not to say?"

"You can rest assured that you will be short-changed if you take someone's money."

Li Hui put away the painting and glanced at Shen Xunzhou: "I heard that you are in contact with the Yu City Film and Television City project recently?"

"Any ideas?" Shen Xunzhou asked directly.

"Ling Jibai has also set his eyes on that piece of meat. Are you two going to fight again?"

Shen Xunzhou and Ling Jibai were both classified as rising stars in Nanyang by everyone, and they fought and competed with each other endlessly.

"Why did I hear that the old lady of the Ling family is very close to Wen Jin's mother? They would arrange afternoon tea from time to time or something."

Shen Xunzhou frowned slightly and said, "Where did you hear that?"

"Here!" Li Hui handed over the phone and opened the circle of friends.

I don’t know when I added this person, but he posted a candid photo on WeChat Moments.

"Why is Wen Jin so lucky? After Shen Xunzhou left, here comes Ling Jibai."

Li Hui kindly pointed at the people above and said, "Do you know them? The old lady of the Ling family and Wen Jin's mother, someone is trying to steal your girl!"

"Some birds are only suitable to be kept in cages, just like your cat. If it gets horny and runs out, something bad will happen. Wen Jin is a clear-headed girl with clear goals. She is in her early twenties, fair-skinned and beautiful. Men in their sixties and teens are all after her. You are in danger! Mr. Shen."

Shen Xunzhou:........... "That's right. I have a government meeting later. You can go to it for me."

Li Hui laughed cowardly, picked up the painting on the table, and prepared to run away: "You are busy, you are busy."

.............

"Isn't that your mother? Who is that old lady next to her?"

Wen Jin had an appointment with Li Hui for dinner in the evening. He went to the factory in the morning and was sweating all over. He took Lin Xiao out during lunch time to buy some clothes.

Unexpectedly, I saw Zhao Wan'er as soon as I arrived at the mall.

There are many shopping malls of all sizes in Nanyang, and each major business district has its own circle.

We meet each other every time, I don’t know if it is fate or bad karma.

"Ling Jibai's grandmother."

Lin Xiao was a little confused: "Doesn't he have a mother? Why is it always his grandmother who comes forward?"

"I don't know," Wen Jin had never heard anyone mention Ling Jibai's parents in his previous life.

"Xiao Jin? Why are you here?" The people around the old lady were sharp-eyed and saw Wen Jin coming in from afar.

The two groups bumped into each other, and Wen Jin pulled the corners of his lips and smiled faintly: "We happened to be nearby."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Zhao Wan'er intentionally or unintentionally.

"It just so happens that I just ran into your mother. If you have time, can we have afternoon tea together?"

"Okay!" Wen Jin agreed immediately.

The corner of his eye that fell on Zhao Wan'er clearly saw the man tighten his grip on the bag.

"Just came in from outside? You smell like sweat."

"Yes! It's the hottest time of June, and it's very hot in the factory! Mom, haven't you ever been to a factory?" Wen Jin's words sounded weak, but they were hinting at her.

"Your father has always loved me......"

"I've heard for a long time that Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen have a good relationship. Now it seems that it is really enviable."

The old lady took Wen Jin's hand and patted the back of her hand: "Let's go sit together."

In the cafe, the old lady looked at Wen Jin. The more she looked, the more she liked her. She stared at her intently.

"I like both of Madam Wen's children. Wen Mo is sensible, and Wen Jin is tenacious." The old lady was chatting with Zhao Wan'er about family matters.

"She looks just like me when I was young. In time, your daughter will definitely achieve great things in the future."

"Thank you for the compliment, grandma," Wen Jin took the coffee handed to him by the waiter and placed it in front of the old lady.

When the old lady's eyes fell on the coffee cup, she accidentally saw the wound on her hand. There was a long cut on the palm of her hand. It was fresh, as if it had been injured not long ago and the bleeding had just stopped. "What's wrong with your hand?"

Wen Jin raised his palm and looked at it, then smiled faintly and said, "It was scratched when I was moving something."

"Girls, especially pretty ones, must use their advantages to achieve their goals," the old lady was also a well-known figure in the business world back then. She was still attending meetings at the company when she was nearly sixty years old. If Ling Jibai hadn't been a business head, the old lady would probably still be well-known in the business world.

"Isn't this just selling face?" Lin Xiao muttered to himself when he heard this.

"If selling your face can make you 1 billion, would you sell it? Those who keep spitting on you for selling your face are because they don't have the same advantages as you and are jealous of you."

"Without morals, anything is possible."

"What are you afraid of?" the old lady shouted with full energy.

Then his eyes fell on Wen Jin: "You will be the one who will shoulder the family's responsibilities in the future. The entire company is yours, and you must learn to put your own interests first."

The company belongs to her?

Wen Jin lowered his eyes to hide the mysterious look in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes he glanced at Zhao Wan'er.

I saw that her fingertips holding the coffee cup turned white.

Smiling, he agreed with the old lady, “You are right.”

After sitting for a while, Wen Jin ended the afternoon tea on the pretext of going to work.

Take the old lady to the parking lot.

Seeing Zhao Wan'er standing there, he stared at her with suppressed anger.

"You want me to take you there?"

"No need for that," Zhao Wan'er gritted her teeth and said, "Wen Jin, you'd better be able to stand firm in the company."

"No need to worry about it."