After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Shen Xunzhou is at the door?

Something flashed through Wen Jin's mind.

He glanced at the person in the living room and went to another room with his cell phone. He parted the gauze curtain and looked at the black Maybach parked outside. Some scattered emotions were rising deep in his heart.

"Is something wrong?"

"Wen Jin, Ling Jibai is not a good person."

Ling Jibai is not a good person? Are you?

Wen Jin let down the gauze curtain, and through the hazy gauze, she vaguely saw a black shadow outside the house. It was very much like her relationship with Shen Xunzhou, which could not be erased, hidden, and could never be seen through.

"What's the point of Mr. Shen repeatedly emphasizing these things to me? I know who is good and who is bad, and what is right and what is wrong."

"Wen Jin!"

An angry roar of suppressed emotions came from the other side of the phone. Feeling jealous, the man held the phone and glanced sideways at the figure behind the gauze curtain.

The sound of rapid breathing reached Wen Jin's ears.

Shen Xunzhou seemed to be trying hard to calm down and didn't want to talk to Wen Jin about anything related to Li Ling Jibai.

The man pushed open the door and got out. He stood beside the car and after enduring for a long time, he repeated the words again: "You come out? Or should I go in?"

order her?

Or ask her?

If this had happened in her previous life, she would have been so happy that she would have been spinning in circles like a dog.

But this wasn’t the last life.

She is not Wen Jin from her previous life either.

"Mr. Shen, if you can't come in, I won't go out either."

"You and I are not husband and wife, nor are we lovers. Mr. Shen, please don't act like you caught us in bed together."

"Wen Jin........." Shen Xunzhou shouted angrily.

"Shen Xunzhou," Wen Jin interrupted him forcefully, "If you dare to come in, I will tear my face off."

Even from a distance, Wen Jin could see the man's stiff figure.

Standing next to the car, it feels like the rocks on the top of Mount Tai that have experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and remain motionless.

Can't move either.

The heart-wrenching tearing feeling spread throughout Shen Xunzhou's heart. Every word Wen Jin said, including the punctuation marks, was like a ruthless hand that tore him apart bit by bit.

He stood there, in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

It's like a fish struggling on the shore, trying to jump into the water.

A feeling of compassion washed over me.

Until Wen Jin saw the man's hand holding the phone slowly drop down.

The feeling of helplessness of not being able to fight was transmitted through the air to Wen Jin's sight.

"Dad asked you to get out."

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Mo came in and saw Wen Jin standing by the window, looking lonely and extremely forbearing.

"Nothing." Wen Jin regained his composure and looked at Wen Mo who was standing at the door: "What's the matter?"

"The old lady said we should have dinner together tonight."

"Is there no food at home? Are you in such a hurry to go out and eat with others?"

Wen Mo: ........ "Are you crazy? Why are you yelling at me? If you have the guts, go and tell them."

"Is there something wrong?"

After Wen Mo finished speaking, she slammed the door and walked out.

The anger that was built up in Wen Jin's throat dissipated with a sigh. Just as he was about to step out, a text message came in.

She clicked it and took a look: "You know I dare not"

Six short words appeared on the phone screen. Wen Jin swiped the message and wanted to delete it, but his fingertips froze in mid-air.

Then, he sighed deeply.

Finally gave up.

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

"Jinjin, Momo said you had a date with your classmates tonight?"

As Wen Jin pushed the door open, Wen Qiyun's questioning voice rang out.

Wen Jin was stunned.

His eyes fell on Wen Mo, with a slight scrutiny.

Wen Mo in this life is completely different from Wen Mo in the previous life. What is the problem?

The two of them didn't get along in their previous life and never had any contact with each other until they died.

No contact for a year or two.

But in this life?

Wen Mo actually took the initiative to cover for her.

"Yes."

"Can it be pushed?" Wen Qiyun asked.

"What classmates? Can't I just push it off?" Zhao Wan'er was a person who never paid attention to her as a daughter. Most of the time, she was the one who instigated many things.

"It's hard to recommend. He has a terminal illness and his family situation is not good. His father is dead and his mother is crazy. He needs humanistic care."

Wen Mo:........The point is that mom is a crazy bitch, right?

Ling Jibai glanced at Wen Jin indifferently, with an ambiguous smile in his eyes.

Click on them?

"Miss Wen's matter is indeed a big deal. Let's make an appointment another day. What do you think, Grandma?"

Ling Jibai looked at the old lady hesitantly, wanting to say something.

The old lady came here with a clear purpose, and since Wen Jin was busy now, she naturally wouldn't stay to save face: "Then let's make an appointment another day."

Wen Jin apologized for the poor hospitality, and then set his eyes on Ling Jibai: "If Mr. Ling is busy, I can take you there?"

Ling Jibai thought, send him to reincarnate?

You don't have to.

"There is a driver, please don't bother Miss Wen."

..........

"Wen Jin, are you polite? Guests are welcome," Zhao Wan'er didn't even bother to pretend as soon as Ling Jibai and the old lady left. She looked at Wen Jin as if she wanted to open her brain to see what was inside.

"Of course I'm rude. Is it your turn to teach me how to be polite?" Wen Jin was too lazy to bother with them. She was in such a bad mood that she wanted to blow up the earth, so how could she have the energy to talk to her.

"Wen Jin, stop right there."

Zhao Wan'er's self-esteem was hurt by Wen Jin's cold face, and she chased after him in three or five steps and was about to get angry.

When she stretched out her hand and was about to touch Wen Jin, she saw Wen Qiyun standing at the door looking at her coldly.

Almost instantly, Zhao Wan'er's hand fell.

Wen Jin drove away.

Wen Qiyun then warned her: "Either you keep this family well, or you get a divorce."

"Don't mess up this family with your shitty brain."

"Wen Qiyun, you actually asked me for a divorce? I gave birth to children for you..."

Wen Mo's scalp numbed when Zhao Wan'er said "giving birth to children". She reached out to cover Zhao Wan'er's mouth, looked at Wen Qiyun with an extremely humble look and said, "Dad, I will persuade Mom."

"Wen Mo, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Wen Mo looked at his hand that was thrown away and sneered: "I don't know what I'm doing."

"How about I just give up everything and watch my dad divorce you?"

Zhao Wan'er choked, Wen Mo sighed, not wanting to care, but looking at her with an expression that she couldn't help but ignore it: "As long as Dad's company doesn't return to its previous state, he will have a problem with you. Do you want your uncle to stay in prison for life?"