After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

The car drove all the way to Yu City, a journey of four and a half hours. Due to the heavy traffic on the holiday, the car moved extremely slowly, and it was even more difficult to move forward when encountering traffic jams.

They waited in line at the toll booth for four hours, and by the time it was their turn, it was already dawn.

The driver was drowsy all the way, sleeping and waking up, waking up and sleeping again.

"Stop at the service area ahead and take a rest."

"Thank you, Miss Wen. What we fear most is driving during holidays."

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you red envelopes when you're done."

"Thank you, Miss Wen."

Wen Jin went to the restroom in the service area. Fang Ping handed her a cup of instant coffee and asked, "Why did you think of giving someone a red envelope?"

"Five hundred yuan per person is only two thousand yuan. Two thousand yuan can make them operate more safely, ensuring that our equipment can arrive on time and also ensuring safety."

"After graduating from college, would you consider helping your father manage the company?"

Wen Jin glanced at Wen Mo.

Wen Mo glanced back and said, "If you want it, take it. I'm not interested in Dad's company, and I won't compete with you for it."

Zhao Wan'er's thoughts do not represent her thoughts.

Wen Jin did not respond to Fang Ping's words. He drank a cup of instant coffee and rested in the service area for two hours before setting off again.

"Let's go, let's go." Wen Mo stretched lazily and stood up.

Wen Jin glanced over coldly: "What road are you going? Let's go."

Wen Mo was inexplicably scolded: "What's wrong with you? Isn't it the same thing?"

“Second Miss,” Fang Ping explained with a smile, “There is a huge difference. ‘Sending on the road’ usually means sending someone on their way. It is only said when someone dies. For escorts like us, or drivers of sports cars, we will say ‘departing’ for good luck.”

"Bad omens and bad words should not be spoken on the road."

Wen Mo muttered, "You still believe this? What era is this?"

It was getting close to evening and the car was still half an hour's drive from Yu City.

The driver held the steering wheel with one hand and pounded his waist with the other: "We are finally here."

Wen Jin rubbed his shoulders and felt like his back was about to break.

I bent down to pick up my phone when, with a bang, my car was rear-ended.

She was about to roll down the window to take a look.

Bang—bang—bang—bang—dozens of sounds rang out one after another.

They have big cars, which gives them an advantage.

But it couldn't withstand the chain collision.

The experienced driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the accelerator and drove forward a little, creating a buffer distance, and the series of collisions stopped.

"Get out of the car first," Wen Jin opened the car door and was about to get out, with his foot on the pedal.

A large truck rushed over from the distance, and a loud bang caused a huge impact.

The car door was slammed shut, and Wen Jin was still standing by the door and had no time to get out, so he was knocked out.

"Wen Jin??"

"Wen Jin???"

Wen Mo was frightened and panicked. She immediately climbed out of the car and helped up Wen Jin who was knocked into the emergency passage.

"Are you OK?"

"Are you ok?"

"How about it?"

Wen Jin helped Wen Mo stand up while holding his hand.

His steps were weak and his face was covered in blood......

He held his head and squinted his eyes, trying to see the situation outside.

Fang Ping was terrified, and came over to help Wen Jin to a safe place: "There was a car behind us that was carrying cooking oil that spilled, causing a car accident."

Wen Jin coughed: "Where is our car?"

"Give the car back! You're about to die, why do you still care so much?" Wen Mo yelled angrily, picked up her phone to call the police, and asked for an ambulance.

"I'm fine, I just banged my head."

The traffic police came quickly to clear the road, and because their car was the first one, it left very quickly.

After passing the toll station and parking the car outside the city, Fang Ping took the driver to check the equipment.

Wen Jin found a restroom at a nearby gas station and bought a pack of tissues to treat the wounds on his body.

When the blood was washed away, the wounds on the forehead, arms and shoulders were revealed, looking hideous and somewhat scary.

"You have to go to the hospital."

"I'm going to deliver the equipment later."

"You are about to die, and you are still in charge of the equipment?"

"Wen Mo, you think those equipment outside are not important, right?" Wen Jin stared at her.

Wen Mo refused to be outdone and retorted: "I just think your life is more important."

"They are much more important than my life. Do you know what this batch of equipment means? It means whether Dad's company will go bankrupt, whether the Wen family will be left with nothing, and whether hundreds of employees from the factory to sales will lose their jobs. Do you know what everyone has paid to get this cooperation opportunity?"

"There is no shortage of Party B in this world who can help Party A solve problems. If this cooperation fails, the company will collapse."

Wen Mo was so yelled at by Wen Jin that she dared not say a word.

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

"Fuck! Is this Wen Jin? Brother, take a look."

Zhou Shan was lying at home surfing the Internet when he saw a video of a chain car accident on the Nanyu Expressway. As the pictures flashed by, he saw a familiar face and thought he was seeing things.

"It's her," Zhou Ying asked, "What happened to her? Was she in a car accident?"

"It should be that 16 vehicles collided on the Nanyu Expressway."

Zhou Ying responded lazily: "So when there are many people on holidays, we should stay at home."

"Why go out and join in the fun?"

"We are friends after all, why don't you care about us at all?"

Zhou Ying glanced at her lightly: "If Shen Xunzhou hadn't been supporting her from behind, would you have cared about her?"

Zhou Shan did not respond to him. Some words are always realistic and heartbreaking.

I sent a screenshot of the video to Shen Xunzhou, and even recorded a video for him in case he couldn't see it.

On the other side, Shen Xunzhou was chatting with Shen Changze about work in the Shen family's study.

When he received the message from Zhou Shan, his pupils suddenly tightened.

Shen Changze held the teacup and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll go out for a while."

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

Large vehicles are only allowed to enter the city after midnight.

The car stopped in front of Li Hui's private hospital. Li Hui appeared on time and ordered his men to bring in the equipment. When Wen Jin got out of the car covered in blood, Li Hui was shocked.

"what happened to you?"

"There was an accident," Wen Jin responded, glancing at the after-sales department who had come by high-speed train early in the morning: "Follow Mr. Li's people to debug the equipment."

"You should go to the hospital," Li Hui walked over in three or five steps, lowering his eyes to look at Wen Jin.

"Doesn't Mr. Li run a hospital?"

"The medical staff won't be here until tomorrow morning. Can you wait?"

Wen Jin: "Not necessarily. Mr. Li is busy and doesn't need to worry about me."

She turned around and was about to say something to the driver when the roar of a helicopter was heard and it landed at the helicopter landing spot in front of the hospital.

Wen Jin glanced and was about to look away when the helicopter door was opened and a man got out of the helicopter with his back hunched.

He walked towards her with big strides and an anxious look on his face......