After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Wen Jin."

Wen Jin just got into the car and was about to close the door.

Ling Jibai stood beside the car, holding up the roof and looking at her: "Do you need help with the West City Investigation Team?"

Wen Jin was stunned: "How does Mr. Ling want to help?"

"Whatever you want, I can do it."

The atmosphere at the scene was not right, and Lin Xiao paused as he was about to open the car door and get in.

He closed the car door and wandered around the parking lot aimlessly.

"I don't know what I want. Since you've come up to me, why don't you tell me how you can help me?"

Ling Jibai took a step back.

Leave the area near the car door.

He glanced down at Wen Jin.

The latter understood, pushed open the car door, went out, leaned lazily against the car body and looked at him.

One is lazy, the other is serious.

Ling Jibai was leaning against a shiny black Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and behind Wen Jin was a white C-Class sedan.

It feels like a domineering president taking his young wife out for a parade.

Plus, with the lights from the parking lot falling down, there was a vague ambiguity.

Ling Jibai's men were standing not far away and secretly took out their phones to take a photo and posted it in the gossip group.

"Are you sure Shen Xunzhou will help you wholeheartedly?"

"What does Mr. Ling mean?"

"Don't understand?" Ling Jibai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then let me put it another way."

"Choose the lesser of two evils. Are you sure that when your personal safety conflicts with Shen Xunzhou's interests, he will choose to give up his own interests and pull you out of the quagmire?"

Wen Jin's heart tightened.

She is not sure.

She knew very well that in Shen Xunzhou's eyes, he was a person who always clearly distinguished between public and private affairs, and compared with personal feelings and family interests, the former was not worth mentioning.

"I'm not sure, but what does this have to do with Mr. Ling?"

"Repaying a favor? Or do you want to use me to challenge Shen Xunzhou?"

Ling Jibai smiled faintly, took out a cigarette box from his trouser pocket, lit it, took out a cigarette, and played with it between his fingertips: "In Miss Wen's eyes, am I this kind of person?"

"It doesn't matter who Mr. Ling is. What matters is what you did in front of me."

"Whether they are capitalists or businessmen, they all focus on profit. I don't think my small favor can make President Ling abandon the company's management to negotiate with me," Wen Jin said, his eyes falling on a group of people not far away who were looking at them eagerly. They were like stupid roe deer, their eyes rolling around and their bodies not moving at all.

"I still say the same thing. If Mr. Ling wants to plot against me, you can say so directly, but if you want to use me as a gun, there is no need to do so."

After Wen Jin finished speaking, he opened the car door, got in, started the car and prepared to go find Lin Xiao.

Just after driving a few dozen meters away, Wen Mo called.

She didn't want to answer.

When the car stopped beside Lin Xiao, he honked the horn to signal her to get in.

He slid his fingertips to pick up the phone: "Go ahead."

"Mrs. Ling came to our house and wanted to bring you and Ling Jibai together."

"It came with great fanfare, and a truckload of gifts."

"You come back quickly."

Wen Jin:.......

Lin Xiao had half a leg in. After hearing this, he asked anxiously, "Should I still come in?"

"Can you go back alone? Go back and wait for me first."

"Okay, go ahead," Lin Xiao got out of the car, bent over and looked at Wen Jin through the window: "But if you're going to fight, remember to take me with you."

"Don't fight, just be careful on the road."

Wen Jin reversed and turned a corner. Seeing Ling Jibai's car approaching, he stepped on the accelerator.

The driver behind was so scared that he swore.

Ling Jibai:...We just chatted for a few minutes. It's not something illegal, right?

"Ling Jibai, get in the car."

"What's the matter?" The man bent over and looked at him, his Korean-style slicked-back hair revealing a very elite look.

Wen Jin pursed his lips tightly and said coldly: "Your grandma went to my house."

..........

"Wen Jin, are we going to die?"

In the passenger seat, there was a man over 1.8 meters tall, and it seemed like he had nowhere to put his long legs.

His hand fell on the car door handle, watching Wen Jin cutting in line and honking the horn wildly along the way.

There is an ominous feeling.

"We are not going to die, but it is too late. I will die."

Zhao Wan'er has been dissatisfied with her for a long time. Now that Mrs. Ling is going to the Wen family with great fanfare, and if she says a few nice words to her and gives her some sweet talk, she might as well give her to Ling Jibai.

If she doesn't agree at that time, there will be another bloody storm.

agree?

Less likely.

"Please tell the old lady at home not to overstep the line."

"I did, but I didn't know about this beforehand. I apologize to you first."

Ling Jibai's heart almost jumped into his throat when he saw Wen Jin turning the steering wheel and turning right in the last three seconds of the yellow light.

"Wen Jin, life is not important anymore?"

"It doesn't matter! I have nothing to lose."

Ling Jibai:... "What about me?"

"I'm already cheap, but your grandma still wants you to be tied to me. What do you think?"

Ling Jibai:......

When Wen Jin's car stopped at the gate of the Wen family's yard, the sound of brakes was deafening.

Those who were busy moving things into the house stopped and looked back.

When he saw Ling Jibai getting out of an inconspicuous C-Class Mercedes-Benz, he was a little surprised.

"Put the things back."

"Master?"

"The old lady asked us to move inside."

Ling Jibai's face was a little pale, and his slightly furrowed brows had lost his usual elegant demeanor, looking like a person before a storm.

“But…” The people moving the things were a little hesitant.

"Need me to say it a second time?"

Everyone was stumped for a moment, but after thinking it over, they decided that the old lady was quite merciful.

Ling Jibai is not easy to offend.

Finally, I moved the things back to the car.

Clang......

When Wen Jin pushed the door open and walked in, the person in the room who was smiling sweetly paused.

What she didn't expect was that Wen Qiyun was also there.

"Jinjin is back?"

"Come on, sit down!"

Wen Qiyun called her over: "Old Madam Ling contacted me last night and said she wanted to come to thank you for saving their child. It's just right that you're back, so let's have a meal together."

That's it? ? ? ?

Wen Jin glanced at Wen Mo.

"I'm going to wash my hands first."

Wen Mo awkwardly followed Wen Jin into the bathroom on the first floor.

"What do you mean?"

"I met the old lady when I was having dinner with my mom at the mall last time. She was trying to match you up with Ling Jibai. I thought she came today because of this, but my dad came back right after she came. It's obvious that she knew the old lady would come today."

Wen Jin thought, it’s bad!!

"Ling Jibai is outside."

Wen Mo:........