After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"You're so damn beautiful!"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"If you don't have it, don't talk about it. Men are not good people."

"The handsome ones are heartless, and the ugly ones are slovenly. You can tell by looking at me."

"How did you come up with that damo?"

“It’s tailor-made for our game!”

Wen Jin:........

The other party saw Wen Jin looking at him in surprise, and scratched his hair a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, it's rare to see a living person, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Fangtai, the same Fangtai as the Fangtai range hood."

"A flying cat."

"You don't have a real name?" Fang Tai asked. Seeing that Wen Jin didn't respond, she tried to smooth things over awkwardly: "I understand. You artists all like to give yourselves pen names. It's okay if you don't say it."

"For your damo, we can currently offer you 600 million. The specific amount will depend on your finished product. If it's possible, we can sign the contract tomorrow."

Wen Jin saw their announcement. Although the maximum offer was 10 million, he still wanted to give it a try.

"Up to 10 million?"

"If your work is excellent, we can add it. The company is not short of money, but of good soundtracks."

Wen Jin nodded: "Then let's sign the contract tomorrow."

"Bold and forthright, oh, I like people like you."

"Please keep this matter confidential, Mr. Fang."

Fang Tai nodded: "I understand. Many IT people in our company are here to get special training."

Wen Jin left the cafe and prepared to take a taxi to find Wen Qiyun.

I didn’t achieve my goal last night, so I can only go today.

When she arrived at the company, she walked into Wen Qiyun's office with ease.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Zhao Wan'er and Wen Mo were there too.

Enemy road is narrow.

Before Wen Jin could even think of it, Zhao Wan'er got furious. She stood up from the sofa and glared at her with wide eyes, "What are you doing here? Didn't you move out with dignity? Why are you still here?"

Wen Mo probably didn't expect to meet Wen Jin in the company.

They came to bring food to Wen Qiyun.

There was a problem at the company and Wen Qiyun hadn't been home for many days. He finally saw someone last night.

The result was still a drunken state.

Zhao Wan'er thought about it and wanted to show off, but unexpectedly she met Wen Jin.

"Mom, keep your voice down. We are at the company. Dad will be unhappy if he sees us."

Wen Mo held Zhao Wan'er, feeling exhausted.

When will she change her mind about Wen Jin?

Wen Jin glanced at Wen Mo, not sure what role she played in this family.

Good guy? Or bad guy?

"I'll go out and wait."

"Stop," Zhao Wan'er grabbed her hand.

"I heard that you caused trouble at school some time ago, and the principal even stepped in personally. Is that true?"

"Is it true? Can you give me any life advice?"

Wen Jin impatiently shook off her wrist.

Even though I know she has no feelings for me, every time I am hurt by her, I always feel sad and uncontrollably.

"I'm your mother, how can you talk like that?"

"You keep saying your mother all the time, can you come up with a new excuse?"

Wen Jin was too lazy to stay in the same space with her, so he opened the door and prepared to go out.

Just then I saw Wen Qiyun coming from the corridor.

Zhao Wan'er was behind her. Seeing that she was about to leave, she raised her hand and grabbed her hair and dragged her into the office without thinking.

"Mom, mom," Wen Mo was shocked.

He reached out and tried to pull her hand away.

As soon as I touched the back of her hand, I saw Zhao Wan'er let go automatically.

"It's not enough to make trouble at home, you have to come to my office to make trouble?" Wen Qiyun looked at Zhao Wan'er with a cold face, and his breath was so low that it was enough to freeze the surroundings.

"I.........."

"That's enough," Wen Qiyun interrupted her hesitant words and looked at Wen Jin: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Wen Jin shook his head, reached into his pocket and took out a business card and handed it to him: "I wanted to give it to you last night. You can try to contact him about the company."

"I go first."

She would feel suffocated if she stayed in the same space with Zhao Wan'er.

"Jinjin," Wen Jin had just taken two steps when she was stopped by someone. Wen Qiyun asked, "Are you interested in working in Dad's company?"

Zhao Wan'er was shocked: "No."

Wen Jin laughed in his heart. Why should he be on guard against her like he was guarding against a thief?

"No need, leave it to Wen Mo!"

After saying that, Wen Jin strode away.

In the office, Wen Qiyun looked at Zhao Wan'er, not caring whether Wen Mo was there or not: "I have made an appointment with a psychologist for you. Fang Ping will take you there in a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Go and see if you are sick. You are so biased that it goes all the way to your ankles. How do you treat your children?"

"Zhao Wan'er, my patience with you is limited. I always thought you were different from the other people in the Zhao family, but I didn't expect that you would never change your bad habits. I have been tolerant of Zhao Ming's affairs, so don't challenge my bottom line."

Wen Qiyun's eyes fell on Wen Mo: "Send your mother back, and also, focus more on your studies and waste less time on these things."

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

"Xiao Jin gave it to me?" When Fang Ping entered the office, he saw Wen Qiyun holding a business card and checking something on the computer.

"Yeah," Wen Qiyun responded, turning the computer screen so Fang Ping could see it. "Maybe we can give it a try."

When Fang Ping saw that the other party's family ran a private hospital, his eyes lit up and he urged Wen Qiyun to make the call.

"Qiyun equipment?"

When the other party heard Wen Qiyun introduce himself, he spoke immediately, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Wen, I have long heard of your great name."

"Mr. Li, I wonder if you have time to see me."

On the other side, Li Hui played with the cigar in his hand, sniffed it under his nose, and said in a nonchalant tone with a bit of superiority: "You can see me, but Miss Wen must come."

"Oh, by the way," Li Hui reiterated, "I'm talking about Wen Jin."

"This........." Wen Qiyun was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Li, my daughter is still studying."

"Mr. Wen, don't you know the connection?" Li Hui showed his cards: "You were able to get that business card because of Shen Xunzhou's help. Shen Xunzhou was able to help the Wen family solve the problem, not just for Mr. Wen's sake."

"Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, Nanyang Riverside Restaurant No. 2, if Miss Wen can come, then President Wen will come. If Miss Wen cannot come, then President Wen does not have to come either."

After Li Hui finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Wen Qiyun's hands were covered in sweat as he held the phone.

Fang Ping also heard the conversation between the two: "If it doesn't work, let Xiao Jin try his luck! If the company continues to waste time, it will have no choice but to file for bankruptcy."