After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Mr. Shen?" Ling Jibai turned slightly.

His eyes fell on Shen Xunzhou in the elevator, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It seems that Nanyang is really not that big!"

“This can happen.”

Shen Xunzhou looked solemn as he stepped out of the elevator. He stretched out his hand to open Ling Jibai's palm and pulled Wen Jin to hide behind him: "It's not big, but Mr. Ling is thinking about me, so his hand is too long."

Ling Jibai casually threw the cigarette butt in his hand onto the trash can and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Your people?"

"Has Miss Wen admitted it? Everyone in Nanyang knows that Mr. Shen and Miss Wen are a thing of the past? The words "expired sex partner" are still hanging over Mr. Shen's head, right?"

"Mr. Shen doesn't know, and Miss Zhou doesn't know either?" Zhou Shan had just come out of another elevator when he heard the words of his ex-sex partner.

And Ling Jibai's inquiry.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Zhou even cursed the man's father on the Internet because of this incident."

Zhou Shan was inexplicably called upon and her face turned red. It would have been fine if she was just called upon, but she had to be called upon to bring out Shen Xunzhou.

Are you trying to sow discord?

Zhou Shan retorted unconvincedly: "Is Mr. Ling going to change his major to gossip? Why are you so concerned about other people's private affairs?"

Ling Jibai glanced at the people behind Zhou Shan: "You speak as if you don't care."

The group of people around Shen Xunzhou are the epitome of realism and utilitarianism in their generation in the entire Nanyang circle.

They are young and can calculate everything.

"Mr. Ling doesn't have the energy. Why don't you think about how to turn things around?" Shen Xunzhou grabbed Wen Jin's arm and prepared to take her upstairs.

The hand he extended was dodged, and Wen Jin said coldly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

I don't want to go with Shen Xunzhou, nor do I want to go with Ling Jibai.

Since ancient times, women have been the objects of competition among men, and she doesn't want to satisfy anyone.

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Shen still doesn't know that he is an expired sex buddy?" Ling Jibai's words were so nasty that they sounded like they were poisoned.

Shen Xunzhou's steps to chase Wen Jin suddenly stopped.

In an instant, she turned on her toes and headed towards Ling Jibai, grabbing his collar, her eyes wide open and her body filled with murderous intent as she warned him, "Stay away from her."

Ling Jibai's eyes slowly dropped, and he glanced at the hand that was grabbing his collar: "It's rare to see Young Master Shen get angry."

"If a person has a weak spot, everything will be easy to deal with," Ling Jibai stretched out his hand and pulled Shen Xunzhou's hand away: "If I were a woman, I would also look down on you. When others were being bullied and wronged, you were drinking with your friends upstairs. Now that the crisis has been resolved, you come out to assert your sovereignty. Do you know what this is called?"

Ling Jibai tapped his shoulder: "Bitch."

"He is a master strategist in the business world, but he is just a fool when it comes to Miss Wen? Is Mr. Shen not paying attention? Or is he just unwilling to give up and wants to turn the tables?"

"Boss Ling, whether you are unwilling or you want to win back a game, it has nothing to do with you." Shi Jinghong stepped forward, separated the two of them, and continued: "Businessmen seek profits, politicians seek positions, and there are many people eyeing the gold mountain in Nanyang. Don't be too proud to lose!"

"Mr. Ling..." Yang Chuan saw that the situation was not right and more and more people were watching the show behind him, so he walked over and called out softly to Ling Jibai.

Putting on a good show for others to see would damage their status.

"The driver is here. I'll take you back first."

Ling Jibai withdrew his cold gaze from Shen Xunzhou and left with Yang Chuan.

As soon as I got in the car, a cold voice rang out from the back seat: "Yang Chuan, how many years have you been with me?"

"Five years, Mr. Ling."

Ling Ji's eyes moved slightly: "It's only been five years, and you dare to be my master?"

Yang Chuan shuddered all over, and he leaned slightly towards him from the passenger seat: "Please forgive me, Mr. Ling. Someone in the crowd took out his phone to take a video. I was worried that it might have a bad impact on you, so I..."

Ling Jibai waved his hand: "Forget it, drive!"

In the back seat of the Bentley, his eyes flickered on Ling Jibai's face. Light music was playing in the quiet car. Just when Yang Chuan thought that the man had fallen asleep, he heard him ask softly, "What do you think of Wen Jin?"

Yang Chuan: ...............Is the boss crazy? Thinking about someone else's wife?

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

"Of course! Wen Xiaojin, there are so many people chasing after you."

As soon as Wen Jin entered the box, she saw Zhou Shan sitting on the sofa with his cheek in his hand, looking at her, his tone a little bit admiring and a little bit sarcastic.

Wen Jin sat opposite her: "Is it not good?"

"Prove that I am infinitely charming."

Zhou Shan got excited: "No, can't you see? The reason why Ling Jibai yelled at Brother Xunzhou tonight is because he lost the Yushi Film and Television City project, and he was unhappy, so he wanted to drag you out to provoke Brother Xunzhou."

"He was here tonight because he invited the leaders from Yu City to dinner. He wanted to fight for this project again, but he didn't expect Brother Xun Zhou to get there first and sign the contract during the day."

Wen Jin took a sip of water from the cup and drank it nonchalantly: "I know!"

"Knowing that you're still on his side?" Zhou Shan was shocked: "What's wrong with your brain?"

"Do you think he is protecting you in front of Zhao Lili? If it weren't for Zhao Lili dragging the Ling family into this, do you think he would protect you? We are all bad people, so why should we let him pretend to be good?" Zhou Shan was so angry that black bubbles appeared in his eyes.

An old dick man, pretending to be dead.

"He's thirty this year, thirty, you know? He's almost ten years older than you. If you stay with him, when you're thirty and as strong as a wolf and forty and as strong as a tiger, he'll be like an old ox plowing wasteland, with the will but not the strength."

Wen Jin:...You can curse at me if you want, but what's the point of driving?

Zhou Shan was furious: "Why are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?"

Wen Jin: "No, I'm just curious, did Shen Xunzhou give you money? You're working so hard to help him."

"I'm helping you, okay?" Zhou Shan was so angry that he frantically added ice cubes into the glass.

It was thrown away with a loud bang.

Wen Jin's cell phone rang. She picked it up, took a look, hung up and sent a message back.

"Wait a minute, I'm busy."

Mrs. Fang: "Things? Do you remember?"

Wen Jin: “Remember”

They were probably busy over there, so Wen Jin sent a voice message over and was about to convert it into text.

I accidentally clicked the wrong button and it was played out loud: "Then I'll come to see you tonight?"

Zhou Shan: ........

The men who just came in:..............

Zhou Shan looked at Shen Xunzhou standing behind Wen Jin and thought, it's over, it's over, Wen Dajin is going to become Wen Xiaojin.

"Who?" The man's voice above his head was a little abrupt, which scared Wen Jin.

He calmly turned off his phone and prepared to throw it into his bag.

Shen Xunzhou took it in mid-air and tried to open it, but found it was locked. He fixed his eyes on Wen Jin, leaving her no way to escape: "I ask you, who is it!"

"Is it Ling Jibai?"