After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"roll."

Shen Xunzhou rushed out.

Wen Jin sat on the hospital bed, hugged her knees and burst into tears.

Hearing the door open, he shouted and threw it out.

The footsteps at the door stopped.

Then, something was dropped at her feet.

The ward door was closed again.

She raised her eyes and looked over. A soft package stood out against the white sheets, and there was also a lighter with the hotel logo printed on it.

Wen Jin was slightly surprised.

Who?

Shen Xunzhou? Or Wen Mo?

In the hospital's smoking area, Shen Xunzhou stood on the balcony outside with a cigarette between his fingers, his whole body shrouded in a depressed mood.

Wen Mo looked at him quietly from behind. After a long time, she opened the glass door and walked forward.

"You and Wen Jin are both victims from your own perspectives. It doesn't make any sense to argue about who is right or wrong."

"Love, hate, passion, infatuation, anger, greed, should not be a stumbling block on Wen Jin's path forward. Likewise, they should not be a stumbling block for you to enter Wen Jin's heart."

"Mr. Shen, people who pursue results may not necessarily get what they want in the end."

“The process is also important.”

Wen Mo is not as tall as Wen Jin. When Shen Xunzhou looked at her, he lowered his head and his eyes drooped. What he saw was the clarity and persuasion in her eyes.

There is no calculation at all.

"Haven't you and Wen Jin always been at odds?"

"Not really," Wen Mo nodded, "but you don't have to be on guard against me. Just because I'm not on good terms with her doesn't mean I'll hurt her."

After Wen Mo finished speaking, she opened the glass door and went out.

When he was far away from Shen Xunzhou, he raised his hand and looked at his palm, which was covered with dense beads of sweat...

Whenever she saw Shen Xunzhou, she always felt like a drowning person struggling in the water.

The next day, Shen Xunzhou arranged a helicopter to return to Nanyang, but Wen Jin did not return to the Wen family.

When I returned to Qiufengyuan, I threw myself on the sofa and slept under the quilt for two days.

It was only on the third day that I wanted to go to the music studio to complete my own music.

On the last day of the May Day holiday, it was almost ten o'clock when Wen Jin came out of the music studio after work and made an appointment to meet with Fang Tai from the game company.

Wen Jin originally thought that the other party would hold a shareholders' meeting no matter what, after all, it would cost money.

In the end, he came alone, carrying a notebook, and booked a room in a western restaurant. The room was so simple that Wen Jin felt that he was somewhat unreliable.

After listening to the music, Fang Ping was stunned for a long time.

"You tell me this is the result of half a month's work by you alone?"

Wen Jin paused while holding the cup: "What's the problem?"

"Have you ever considered starting a company or studio? Do you need investors?"

Wen Jin:............

"I mean, you're so fucking awesome. The last time I heard such a grand soundtrack was in a foreign game."

"Awesome, so awesome."

Mrs. Fang just kept shaking her head.

Wen Jin glanced at the time: "Name your price! If it's suitable, I'll give it to you."

"Twelve million, okay?"

Wen Jin:...........Isn’t the highest amount 10 million?

Fang Tai: Too little?

"Fifteen million, no more. Our original maximum bonus was ten million. The extra five million will make a good impression so we can work together again next time."

"make a deal."

I just like people like this who are stupid and have a lot of money.

"Contract?" Wen Jin asked.

Fang Tai took out the contract from her schoolbag, filled in the purchase and sale amount, signed her name, and then handed it to Wen Jin.

Wen Jin glanced at the contract and signed it after seeing that it was fine.

"Excuse me, which school did you graduate from?"

"Yeluzi."

"That's even more amazing," Mrs. Fang clapped her hands, "Isn't this a coincidence? I'm also a wild-minded person who changed my career halfway through."

Wen Jin smiled, signed the document and handed it to him.

Fang Ping sighed: "Why are you so cold and indifferent?"

"Because..." Wen Jin closed the pen cap and looked at Fang Ping and said, "I'm not interested in anything else. I just want to make money. If Mr. Fang needs anything in the future, remember to think of me."

"You are a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. I like your straightforward personality."

Wen Jin saw Fang Ping off and stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at the busy street.

When I see some men in suits and ties walking hurriedly in front of me, the image of a man in a high-end suit, walking towards me steadily and calmly, will flash in my mind.

"Hey————," She was about to take a step forward and leave when a small figure rushed out and hugged her legs.

Wen Jin looked down.

It feels familiar.

"Miss Wen, what a coincidence?"

"Mr. Ling?" Wen Jin was a little surprised: "Eating here?"

"No," Ling Jibai said generously, "I had originally booked a meal at the mall across the street, but because I saw you come in here, I waited for you here."

Wen Jin was stunned: "Mr. Ling, you told me this so bluntly, aren't you afraid that I will think you are a crooked person?"

"Afraid," Ling Jibai waved his hand, motioning the child holding her leg to come over. The little guy walked over and took his hand with ease: "But I think if I don't tell you now, when Miss Wen finds out that I am such a person, she will feel disappointed."

"Mr. Ling, do you want to give me the impression of being unique?" Wen Jin said.

His gaze fell from Ling Jibai to the little fellow with stars in his eyes: "Mr. Ling, to me, there is no essential difference between an open conspiracy and a conspiracy that is not allowed to see the light of day."

"It's getting late, I'm going back first."

"Miss Wen," Ling Jibai reached out and grabbed her arm, wanting to say something.

But the moment his palm fell, Wen Jin gasped.

Ling Jibai reacted instantly, a little flustered: "Sorry, I don't know..."

Wen Jin pursed her lips and shook her hands: "It's okay, I got a little injured a few days ago, I'm leaving first."

I'm in a bad mood and don't feel like tangling with these honeycomb coals.

None of them are good.

None of them are good.

Wen Jin was on his way home in a taxi, thinking that today was the last day of the holiday, so he called Lin Xiao.

"Have you returned to Nanyang?"

"At your doorstep."

Wen Jin was stunned: "Don't you know the password? Go in!"

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, his breathing unstable: "Come back first and we'll talk."

"What happened?"

"You come back first."

Wen Jin rushed home in a hurry.

I thought something big had happened, but it turned out to be just Zhou Shan who came.

Both of them were disheveled, obviously having just had their hair pulled.

"A fight?"

"I was about to open the password to get in, but she insisted that I tell her the password. When I refused, she scolded me."

When Zhou Shan heard Lin Xiao's words, he jumped up and scolded her: "You are the villain who filed the complaint first."

"Can you say you didn't watch me punch in the password?"

Zhou Shan didn't dare to respond and snorted.

Wen Jin glanced at the two of them, pressed his fingerprint and unlocked the door to go in.

The two entered the house one after the other, and Zhou Shan went into the bathroom to tidy up his appearance.

When he came out, he saw Wen Jin opening the refrigerator to get beer, so he peeked through the door and said, "You want to drink, let's go out and drink!"

"Rich women are very popular these days."

Wen Jin glanced at her and said, "No money."

"I have money, I'll treat you," Zhou Shan saw that he was approaching Wen Jin eagerly but she had no interest at all, so he turned to look at Lin Xiao. She was very familiar with the routine of transferring money first when asking someone to do something for her.

Lin Xiao was washing his hands when he heard a message on WeChat on his phone. He opened it and saw: "Zhou Shan transferred 50,000 yuan to you."

"Xiaoxiao... I'll take you to pick up rich ladies! They're all excellent young handsome guys with eight-pack abs."

"I'll pay."

"Just play with me."

"Is Wen Jin going?" Lin Xiao asked.

"Whether she goes or not depends on you, doesn't she?" Zhou Shan blinked and winked at her.