After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Would Shen Xunzhou wear such a common brand?" Wen Jin asked without even thinking. How could a man like him, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, wear such a cheap common brand?

In her previous life, she bought him several ties on a whim. Although they were not high-end models, they were also luxury goods. In the end, she gave them away and he never wore them.

His words, actions and every part of his body represent the reputation of the Shen family.

"That's true," Shi Jinghong nodded, "Who are you buying it for?"

"you guess?"

Wen Jin called the waiter over, pointed to two pairs of shoes, asked her to take size 41, and asked the clerk to pack them, write the store address and phone number and put them in a bag. If they didn't fit, she could ask the other party to change them herself.

The clerk handed the item to her happily.

Wen Jin left with her things.

"Why are you still following me?"

"I want to see who cut off Mr. Shen's beard."

Wen Jin: "Life is boring, isn't it?"

"Life is like that! We can live it every day, but there are not many times when we can see Master Shen being humiliated."

"Give you some free time," Wen Jin complained expressionlessly. Shi Jinghong followed Wen Jin and took out his mobile phone to broadcast the live broadcast.

In a group where everyone makes dinner plans, there are four or five people in total. Although Shen Xunzhou is in the group, he has been a lurker for most of the year.

When Shi Jinghong threw this photo out, Zhou Shan was the first to react: "Wen Jin?"

Shi Jinghong: “Focus on the key points”

Zhou Shan: "Men's sportswear brand, who did you buy it for? Brother Xunzhou never wears this kind of civilian brand clothes."

Shi Jinghong: "My sister has discovered the essence!"

Zhou Shan: "Wen Jin has a new man? Holy shit!!!"

Zhou Shan: "What about my brother Zhou?"

Shi Jinghong: "Your brother Zhou doesn't care, so what do you do about him?"

Shen Mang: "Who is the boy?"

Shi Jinghong followed Wen Jin while lowering his head and sending a WeChat message: "I haven't seen him yet...but..."

"Oh, shit! Where are the people?"

"This little girl dumped me?"

"The wings are strong, the wings are strong, Zhou Ying is right."

Wen Jin carried the things back to the store and asked the front desk to call Jiang Zhihe out.

"I bought you some clothes and shoes. The store address is on the note in the bag. If they don't fit, you can exchange them yourself."

Jiang Zhihe's face was hot, and he looked at Wen Jin with some shame: "I don't need it."

"I bought this thing for you, if you don't want it, just throw it away."

After Wen Jin finished speaking, he turned around and left with a cold face.

As soon as I walked out of the store and passed the first intersection, I saw Shi Jinghong walking around the street looking at something like a guide dog.

When he saw her, his eyes flashed and he rushed over instantly.

Wen Jin turned around and ran without thinking.

..........

"Are you back? Come, let me show you."

Shen Mang was sitting under the eaves of the Shen family manor, accompanying the old lady in the sun and drinking tea.

Seeing Shen Xunzhou coming in, he invited him in to look at his phone.

"what?"

"Shi Jinghong met Wen Jin who was buying clothes for the boys," Shen Mang stared at him with blinking eyes.

Afraid of missing his wonderful emotions.

The old lady watched from the side, taking a sip from her teacup: "He doesn't like me, why are you showing him this?"

Shen Mang suddenly realized: "Yes! I'd better enjoy it by myself!"

"Wen Jin is so beautiful, there must be many people chasing after her."

"I like that girl, too. She's cheerful and sincere. She's pretty good. It would be great if she could find a good family."

"That's right!" Shen Mang agreed, and clicked on the photo to look at it repeatedly.

"Hey! Where are you going? You don't want to have dinner with grandma?"

Shen Mang sang the same tune as the old lady, completely ignoring how wonderful Shen Xunzhou's expression was.

Seeing the man walking away in a hurry with fire in his eyes, he called out in a fake manner.

"Let him go. He looked down on people when they liked him, and now that they don't want him anymore, he's anxious?" The old lady said angrily, "Let him be a lickspittle."

"Grandma, you still know how to lick a dog?" Shen Mang was shocked.

"The old lady has been learning new quotes from you young people recently," Aunt Xu responded with a smile on her face.

"What do you want to learn?"

"Scold that bastard!" the old lady said with regret.

Song Jinzhi came out and called the old lady in to eat. He looked around but didn't see Shen Xunzhou: "Didn't Xunzhou come back? Where is he?"

"gone."

"Where have you been?"

The old lady said: "He went to find a wife for his eunuch cat."

Song Jinzhi:............

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"The teacher saw the post on the school forum and posted a message to clarify."

In Qiufeng Garden, Wen Jin was standing in front of the stove cooking noodles, with his phone beside him, video chatting with Lin Xiao.

"Oh."

"Oh? Aren't you curious about what the teacher said?"

"What did you say?" Wen Jin asked politely.

"Not assuming the worst of others is a recognition of your own kindness. He also shared the surveillance footage from the classroom, which lasted for 40 minutes until you handed in your paper, without any editing."

"Everyone in the forum was furious, questioning the intentions of the poster."

"Give me a minute! I'll go to the bathroom and then I'll read you the review."

Lin Xiao put down his phone and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he opened his computer to check the comments section. The result was...

"Wow! The post was deleted?"

"You can't have fun anymore, right?"

"I curse her to die halfway through sex every time from now on."

Poof——Wen Jin took a sip of water and before he could swallow it, it gushed out.

"what happened to you?"

"You scared me by saying that. Someone knocked on the door. I hung up first."

"Turn off the fire first, don't burn the pot."

Wen Jin went to open the door, thinking it was the property management, but unexpectedly it was Shen Xunzhou.

"How did you come?"

"Can't come?" Shen Xunzhou stared at her, his eyes sweeping around the room intentionally or unintentionally.

"Who told you the address?"

"It's in the contract," the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was stiff and ambiguous. Wen Jin was wearing a loose white cotton and linen skirt, barefoot, with her long hair draped behind her head. The warm light behind her cast a layer of soft light on her.

Like a wife welcoming her husband home.

"Don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Wen Jin tightened his grip on the door handle slightly: "It's inconvenient."

Unmarried men and women, alone late at night, she was afraid that something wrong would happen.

What if I repeat the same mistakes and take the same path as in my previous life...

"Wen Jin, why are you hiding from me?"