After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

A true Bodhisattva has kind eyes and a benevolent countenance; a Vajra only kills but does not save.

People like Shen Xunzhou, who come from a wealthy family, always get to the point when looking at things.

Don't give anyone a chance to maneuver.

The principal was somewhat embarrassed by his words and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Shen Xunzhou said slowly: "If I remember correctly, the second payment from the Foundation Association has not been allocated yet..."

"Mr. Shen, don't worry, we will give you a perfect explanation for this matter."

Compared with the money from Shen’s Fund, opening a teacher is nothing.

Shen Xunzhou glanced at Wen Jin.

The latter lowered his head and covered his face with the file bag in his hand. Shen Xunzhou's eyes moved from Wen Jin to the principal, and the latter understood.

The students who were watching the fun were dispersed.

"Cell phone," Shen Xunzhou handed over the phone.

Wen Jin put down the file bag only after seeing that most people had left: "Thank you."

"You were eloquent and eloquent just now, but I didn't see you covering your face!"

Wen Jin put the phone in her pocket: "It's different. I can become famous on my own, but I can't rely on a man."

"I'll go in first."

...........

"Fuck, fuck, Shen Xunzhou is so handsome."

"Do you know what it means to stand out from the crowd? He just stood there without saying a word, and he looked down on everyone. He was so handsome."

"This man is so damn handsome!"

"Wen Jin, I'm talking to you?"

Lin Xiao was browsing the school forum on his phone, looking at the photos everyone had posted, which had received very high reviews.

In the bathroom, Wen Jin was washing her hands. She wanted to pretend she didn't hear anything, but Lin Xiao called her name.

He turned and looked at her seriously: "What did Rose bring?"

"prick!"

“A rose with thorns is certainly hurtful, but our ancestors in the Tang Dynasty taught us that good flowers should be plucked immediately.”

Wen Jin shook the water droplets in his hand and glanced at Lin Xiao: "I have folded it, thank you, and found that it is just so-so. What he has, every man has it."

"That's not necessarily true..." Lin Xiao muttered.

..........

In the evening, Wen Jin returned to the Wen family.

Zhao Wan'er now sees her as a thorn in her eyes and a thorn in her flesh.

If it weren't for the consideration for her, I wouldn't even want to give her a meal.

Wen Qiyun was at home, so she didn't dare to say anything rash.

But he was unwilling to give in, so he could only poke her secretly: "I heard from your classmates at school that you cheated in the exam?"

Wen Jin looked up at Zhao Wan'er. Even though he knew that he had no place in her heart, he still felt heartbroken every time he heard her say these words.

"The teacher didn't even come forward, yet you're eager to put the blame on others."

Zhao Wan'er was refuted and instantly got angry: "I'm just concerned about you."

is it?

Wen Jin's eyes fell on Wen Mo: "I heard that someone saw you giving a red envelope to your teacher during your dance exam?"

"Wen Jin, you are talking nonsense," Zhao Wan'er immediately came to his defense like an old hen with its feathers standing on end.

"Mom, I'm just concerned about Momo."

Wen Mo:...........

Zhao Wan'er: ........ "Okay, okay, you didn't learn anything else after studying for a few years, but you learned how to be your mother, right?"

"Go back to your room and don't eat anymore."

"As a mother, don't be too biased," Wen Qiyun was a little troubled by Zhao Wan'er.

He glared at her and asked, "Do you have the shame to tell others about this?"

"Keep eating and ignore her."

The meal ended in a bad mood.

Wen Mo went upstairs and pushed open Wen Jin's room, and saw her packing her things: "Have you found a house?"

"Do you have any extra suitcases?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Wen Mo came back with the suitcase and handed it to her: "Where did you move to?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

"I'll transfer the money to you. How much is the rent per month?" Wen Mo said, taking out his cell phone to transfer money to Wen Jin.

The latter took the phone from her hand and threw it on the table beside her: "No need."

"Wen Jin............"

"Just take good care of your mother and tell her not to mess with me in the future."

Wen Mo: "That's your mother too."

Wen Jin sneered: "Not necessarily."

Her intuition was not wrong. If she was really her biological mother and did not love her daughter, she would at least pretend to do so in front of outsiders. However, Zhao Wan'er did not even bother to pretend.

How much family affection can there be?

"I have an appointment with the moving company at 11 a.m. tomorrow. Please take the person out. I don't want to be nagged."

The next morning, Lin Xiao called Huolala to help Wen Jin move, and it was almost twelve o'clock when they arrived at Qiufengyuan.

We hired a housekeeper to help us clean up and by the time we were done it was time for dinner.

"I never thought in my life that I could live in a high-end residential area like Qiufengyuan."

"Thanks to you, Jinjin," Lin Xiao lay on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, paralyzed by exhaustion.

"Will you move in with me?"

"Tell me when you need me, and I'll come over. Living together won't be conducive for you to bring a man home for sex."

Wen Jin grabbed the phone and said, "There is no such thing as a man."

“I only want to do one thing in my life.”

Lin Xiao: “What?”

"Make money."

Money creates everything.

"Let's go! Go out and get something to eat."

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

Near Qiufengyuan is Nanyang’s famous shopping mall, where all kinds of luxury brands are available in the high-end business district.

Wen Jin planned to take Lin Xiao out for a good meal to reward her.

But someone stopped him and said, "Everything in the mall is too slow. Find something fast nearby. I'm starving."

The two of them randomly found a Thai restaurant and went in to order some food.

In a trance, Wen Jin's eyes swept over the child in the corner.

Why is he here?

"Did you see anyone you know?"

"Wait for the food to be served, I'll go take a look." Shouldn't he be in the hospital at this time?

Lin Xiao nodded, and Wen Jin went all the way to the kitchen at the back, where he saw Jiang Zhihe standing there with a plate in his hand, waiting for the food.

"Why are you here?"

“Work-study program.”

"Where's your grandma? Has she been discharged from the hospital?"

Jiang Zhihe nodded, not daring to look at Wen Jin: "I have been discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate."

So fast?

How many days has it been?

How big of an operation is a heart bypass surgery? You can go home when you say you want to.

"Why didn't you stay a few more days?"

Jiang Zhihe did not respond.

Wen Jin asked again: "Do you have any more money?"

"Yes," the young man said after careful consideration.

Wen Jin was stunned, realizing that he had acted inappropriately in the situation. He said, "You're busy now," and left.

When he turned around, he saw that his peers were all wearing sneakers, but he was wearing a pair of washed-out sneakers that looked bleached.

After dinner, I sent Lin Xiao away.

Wen Jin found a men's clothing store and bought a few sets of clothes.

When choosing shoes, I was stunned.

How big?

"Code 43."

The sudden sound startled her.

Turning back, I saw Shi Jinghong standing behind me with his hands in his pockets, looking lazy: "Why are you here?"

"I was passing by and saw you in there, so I came over to say hello."

"Who are you going to buy this for, Sister Jin? Xun Zhou?"