After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Bought the medicine?"

"It's in the car," the man put the cup back on the table.

Wen Jin's lips curled slightly: "Boss Shen's car is like a Doraemon pocket!"

"Drinking too much at social events can cause discomfort. If you work non-stop, you won't have time to go to the hospital, so you can only take painkillers to cope with it."

Wen Jin thought, so desperate?

"Does the Shen family need you to work so hard?"

Shen Xunzhou picked up the paper towels on the dining table, wrapped up the fragments on the ground one by one and threw them into the trash can. The sleeves of his iron-gray shirt were pushed up high, and his well-cut suit pants perfectly wrapped his slender legs, showing his imposing temperament.

Half squatting and cleaning up the mess, from a distance, there was a sense of inviolable sacredness.

"The Shen family doesn't need it, but I do."

Shen Xunzhou responded to her question in a low voice, and then continued: "Where is the restaurant light?"

Wen Jin didn't understand what the man meant, but he still got up and turned off the light. The living room was instantly dark, and the man turned on the flashlight on his phone and walked around the floor. He saw the piece of glass hidden behind the leg of the dining table and picked it up.

Glancing at Wen Jin, he said, "Turn on the light!"

Seeing that no one was moving, Shen Xunzhou called out softly, "Wen Jin?"

Wen Jin suddenly came back to his senses and turned on the light.

When he saw Shen Xunzhou just now, a sentence flashed through Wen Jin's mind: I will always be fond of details.

He was decisive in killing, but she remained unmoved.

He was in so much pain, but she remained indifferent.

But when he bent down and reached out to pick up the broken glass hidden behind the table leg, her heart trembled.

Those who are in a superior position bend and bow their heads, while those who forbid love sink.

Wen Jin almost fled into the master bedroom.

The next morning, when she got up, Shen Xunzhou was no longer in the living room.

The blanket was neatly folded on the armrest of the sofa, and on the table was the box of medicine from last night.

She walked closer and saw a note on it, with handwriting showing through the back of the paper: "I'm on a business trip in Yu City. Breakfast is on the table. Heat it up before eating."

On a business trip to Yoichi?

Is Shen Xunzhou, who explains everything, still Shen Xunzhou?

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

"Xiao Jin, Mr. Li contacted me last night and asked us to send him another batch of consumables before Friday."

"Here is the list," Wen Qiyun came to Wen Jin in high spirits early in the morning.

This is probably what it means when people feel refreshed when good things happen.

Although the company was spending more than it earned, it had managed to find a way to sell consumables.

Wen Jin glanced at the list and gave the courage back to Wen Qiyun: "Let Uncle Fang do this!"

"We are very familiar with Mr. Li's line."

"Okay then," Wen Qiyun called Fang Ping over to explain everything, and saw Wen Jin turning on the computer and seemed to be busy.

Just as I was about to go out, someone called me, "Dad."

"Can you help me check Ling Jibai?"

"Why investigate him?" Wen Qiyun wondered.

"It's been rumored that he and I are getting married soon. I want to get to know this person that everyone is talking about."

Wen Qiyun was startled, and his expression changed instantly: "What good news is coming? How old are you? You haven't even graduated from college yet and you're already getting good news?"

Wen Jin sat in her seat, curled the corners of her lips, and looked at him silently.

Wen Qiyun understood instantly: "Did your mother do something again?"

"Rumors come from other people's mouths. It's hard to say who did what. Can you help me check it out? What if Ling Jibai can be used by me?"

Wen Qiyun considered it over and over again and reluctantly agreed.

As soon as the person left, Lin Xiao poked his head in from the door.

Backhand to close the door.

"I have arranged everything you asked me to do, and I have also informed Mr. Li."

Lin Xiao was a little confused: "But I'm a little confused. Hasn't Li Hui always been at odds with you? Why is he so obedient this time?"

"I was subdued by someone." Originally, she was not sure whether Li Hui would help her, but she understood Jiang Ge's words yesterday.

Were you subdued?

What can these people obey?

It's nothing but money and benefits.

Considering what he said yesterday about the Yu City Film and Television City project, she could roughly guess that he wanted Shen Xunzhou to take him out to play.

The condition Shen Xunzhou offered was to take this sick ghost with him.

"By whom? Who can tame such a crazy person?" Lin Xiao realized something as soon as he finished speaking: "Shen Xunzhou?"

"That's possible."

.........

Wen Jin's hand didn't get better until the third day.

The redness and swelling gradually subsided, and it was time to prepare to deliver supplies to Li Hui.

The goods were loaded onto the truck on Thursday morning and delivered to the customer in the evening.

When Wen Jin drove to the factory, just as he was about to go in, he saw the people loading the trucks were acting lazily, with Fang Ping urging them on.

Everyone was complaining about the heat.

Wen Jin glanced at Lin Xiao, who understood and shouted, "Mr. Wen is treating everyone to iced coffee! Everyone gets one."

Everyone put down their work and went to get coffee. There were only about ten people in the entire loading and unloading workshop. Wen Jin took a quick look.

"Uncle Fang, thank you for your hard work," Wen Jin handed over the coffee.

"You are different from them. They all have lattes, but you have Americano."

Fang Ping took it with a smile, looking at Wen Jin with a look of relief: "Xiao Jin still understands me."

Wen Jin smiled warmly: "You are the one who watched me grow up, how can I not understand you?"

"Yes! I've watched you grow up. I'm old now and it's time for me to retire," Fang Ping took a sip of coffee and sighed.

Wen Jin's heart ached. If he could retreat, she wouldn't have to go down that path.

After all, he is a veteran of the company.

"My father didn't even quit, you............"

"Dad—" Wen Jin was chatting with Fang Ping when a sudden shout of "Dad" interrupted her.

He glanced sideways and looked over slowly.

"Uncle Fang...what is this?"

Fang Ping waved for someone to come over: "Come, let me introduce you to Xiaojin. This is my son. He lost his job some time ago. When your father found out, he arranged a position for him in the company's equipment group 2."

"This is Xiao Jin."

"Hello," the other party greeted her following Fang Ping's words.

Wen Jin nodded without changing his expression: "Hello."

"Uncle Fang, you guys are busy. I'll go take a look downstairs."

"Oh, okay," Fang Ping nodded and watched Wen Jin leave.

"Dad, this is the daughter of Uncle Wen you mentioned? She's pretty. Does she have a boyfriend?"

Fang Ping glared at him when he heard this: "Trouble comes from the mouth. Stop talking. He is your leader now."

"Maybe she's attracted to me, too!"

Fang Ping: "What do you like about me? Is it because you are unemployed and can't find a job, or is it because you are old and your fiancée ran away at the last minute?"

"......"

"Go find out when Uncle Fang's son joined the company," On the way back, Lin Xiao drove the car while Wen Jin sat in the passenger seat, looking thoughtful.

"Speaking of this, I remember one thing. The company is full of nepotism. People in the sales team and the equipment workshop management team are basically partners. And your father knows about it."

When Lin Xiao first heard the news, he was almost shocked.

"What time do you leave tonight?"

Lin Xiao: “Eight o’clock.”

Wen Jin understood and put away his reluctance: "I'll go with you."