After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Wen Jin stood up with her bag.

Looking at Wen Mo: "You should be thankful that she is lying in bed like a useless person, otherwise you wouldn't be the only one who is worried."

After Wen Jin finished speaking, he reached out and pushed away Wen Mo who was blocking his way.

Open the door and leave.

It only took a few tens of minutes from entering the ward to leaving it.

She didn't expect Wen Mo to come.

After leaving the ward, she went straight to the public restroom downstairs.

I happened to see the nurse coming out.

Wen Jin was carrying a Dior tote bag and let go of one of her handbags as she walked over.

The nurse passed by and threw something in through the gap between the two of them.

The two passed each other, and Wen Jin picked up her bag and entered the elevator.

In the parking lot, Wen Jin just opened the door of the black Mercedes-Benz and got in.

Insert the USB drive in your bag into the tablet and click on the recording.

"She is indeed the daughter of that family."

"As expected, he is cruel."

"It's not a good thing after all."

In the recording file on the USB drive, there are just these few sentences repeated over and over again.

"She's going to die. Someone wants her to die."

"Who do you want to kill?" the nurse asked tentatively.

"You will know."

Wen Jin frowned and wanted to listen to it again, while leaving the hospital parking lot and going to get the tablet on the passenger seat.

When she lowered her head, a car brushed past the front of her car.

There was a loud bang, and her heart almost flew out.

Wen Jin pushed open the car door and got out. The other party opened the car door ferociously and got out, pointing at Wen Jin and cursing.

"You drive a fucking Mercedes and you look superior, don't you? You drive so crookedly on the road that you can't even pass, and then you speed up when you see me trying to cut in line."

Wen Jin walked to the front of the car and took a look at the broken headlights.

He took another look at the scene and said, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly. This is a solid line. You have the nerve to scold me for changing lanes on a solid line? What? The main road belongs to you?"

"Fuck!" The man reached out his big and strong hand and pushed Wen Jin.

Her lower back hit the rearview mirror and her face turned pale in pain.

Wen Jin was furious, but adhering to the principle of not getting mad, he endured it: "Keep your hands and feet clean."

"What's wrong with me being dirty? Did I touch you? You look like a bitch......"

It's shameless, right?

Wen Jin was furious. He reached out and pressed the man's head against the hood of the car. There was a loud bang and the people around him gasped.

The man howled when he was hit, turned around and looked at Wen Jin fiercely, raising his hand to hit her: "Fuck you, I'll beat you up today..."

"ah------."

The man's raised hand was fiercely pinched. Ling Jibai was wearing a tight suit that outlined his slender figure. His meticulous hairstyle matched his outfit, and his aura was overwhelming: "Isn't it too ungentlemanly to hit a girl on the street?"

"Who are you? What the hell does it have to do with you?"

"Enthusiastic people," Ling Jibai skillfully pressed the man's hand and pressed him on the hood.

The man kept shouting, "I think you look like the mistress of that vixen."

Ling Jibai snorted, and the breath seemed to come from his abdomen. He freed his hand, grabbed the man's hair, and smashed it down with a bang.

Almost instantly, blood started flowing from the man's nose.

"You bitch, come and see! This adulterous couple is killing someone in the street!" The man saw that Ling Jibai's tough tactics were still confusing the public, so he yelled at the top of his voice for more people to join in the crowd.

Wen Jin and Jiang Zhihe had just made the front page headlines and didn’t want to have anything to do with Ling Jibai anymore.

His gaze was somewhat evasive.

"Yang Chuan, put on the mask," Ling Jibai saw Wen Jin's evasion and didn't want to embarrass her in front of others.

Yang Chuan handed over the mask, and Wen Jin opened the package and put it on her face.

"Get in the car! We'll handle the rest when the traffic police arrive," Ling Jibai handed the person to Yang Chuan, his palm deliberately avoiding Wen Jin's waist and falling on her shoulder, then he took her into the black Bentley.

"Is there something in the car?" Ling Jibai used his body to block the cameras of the onlookers outside.

Wen Jin nodded: "Bag and tablet, thank you."

Ling Jibai came back with Wen Jin's bag in his hand.

Soon, the traffic police came and the crowd dispersed automatically. Yang Chuan turned on the surveillance camera in the car and showed it to the traffic police. He determined the other party's responsibility and took the man away on the grounds of assault and provocation.

"Boss Ling, Renmin Road Police Station."

"I'll drive Miss Wen's car over here. This way..." As soon as he left, there was no driver.

And obviously, Ling Jibai couldn't drive either.

"Ms. Wen, Mr. Ling just came down from the wine table, what do you think?"

Wen Jin understood and nodded: "I will go to the traffic police myself, thank you for your help."

Yang Chuan: ..........Is she unresponsive or has she given up on love? This girl has a heart like stone.

At a time like this, it's a great opportunity for her to drive Mr. Ling's car.

"It's not appropriate. The other party has a tough attitude. You, a girl, will suffer if you go over there," Ling Jibai said, stopping Wen Jin from taking the next step. "Miss Wen, if you feel awkward staying with me, I'll take Yang Chuan's car to the police station to wait for you."

Wen Jin thought, is it appropriate?

After all, he is a rich man!

If you go to the police station as a one-eyed man who was hit by a car and is badly injured, aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you get off the car?

Since others are willing to help her, there is no need for her to be pretentious.

Wen Jin sat in the driver's seat.

Ling Jibai walked around to the passenger seat with ease.

"Wouldn't it be more convenient for Mr. Ling to sit in the back?"

"I'm worried that Miss Wen will think I treat you as a driver."

Wen Jin thought, thank you for thinking so much about me.

"Why is Mr. Ling here?"

"Social engagements," Ling Jibai responded. Perhaps he heard the suspicion in Wen Jin's words, and then he said, "There is a Birch Park diagonally opposite the hospital. There is a private restaurant inside. Don't worry, Miss Wen. I haven't arranged any hero-saving-beauty scenes."

Wen Jin smiled lightly: "Boss Ling's explanation seems a bit too eager to get rid of suspicion."

Hearing this, Ling Jibai chuckled, opened the drawer in front of the passenger seat, took out a cigarette box, tapped the box with his fingertips and took out a cigarette: "Because Ling knows that I am not an innocent person in Miss Wen's eyes."

"Miss Wen's impression of me should be that she is calculating, scheming, and smiling but hiding a knife..."

Wen Jin was holding the steering wheel. After the car crash, the car was not going too fast. "Boss Ling is very self-aware."

"If Ling didn't have self-awareness, Miss Wen would have kicked me out of the circle long ago," Ling Jibai put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to light it. His hand holding the lighter froze in mid-air before he remembered to ask, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Mr. Ling, please feel free to do so."