After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

The traffic in Nanyang in the evening is so congested that it is hard to describe it.

Wen Jin looked at the red butts in front of him, holding the steering wheel with one hand and supporting his head with the other, almost sighing.

On the other hand, I feel inexplicably envious of those who walk directly into the subway station from the zebra crossing.

"Are you busy?" Wen Jin suddenly glanced sideways and asked abruptly.

"Not busy." Shen Xunzhou guessed something: "Want me to take the subway?"

Wen Jin smiled awkwardly, and the feeling of being exposed instantly rose up: "How could it be."

"Are you so scared of being alone with me?"

Shen Xunzhou leaned on the co-pilot seat and looked at her sideways. Perhaps he felt the seat was a bit cramped, so he adjusted it manually.

"uncomfortable?"

"......." Shen Xunzhou was thinking about how to respond to Wen Jin's question: "If I say I'm not feeling well, will you ask me to get out of the car next?"

Wen Jin was speechless, his eyes almost rolled up to the sky in his heart.

When did this big brother become a worm in her stomach?

"In Mr. Shen's eyes, am I this kind of person?"

"Yes," Shen Xunzhou responded affirmatively: "Every pore of your body reveals your dream of making me disappear right where I am."

Wen Jin said nothing, released the brake and slowly followed the flow of traffic in front of him into the sea of ​​cars.

"The matter in the west of the city is over. When will the demolition payment arrive?"

"Lack of money?"

"lack."

Shen Xunzhou was silent for a moment: "Didn't I give you an unlimited card?"

Wen Jin squeezed in and out of the traffic, her mind full of thoughts about getting rid of this big Buddha as soon as possible. However, when Shen Xunzhou said this with doubts and confusion, she was so scared that her hands trembled and she almost bumped into someone: "When?"

"Drive carefully," Shen Xunzhou subconsciously reached out his hand to Wen Jin's abdomen, trying to protect her. Seeing that she quickly stabilized herself, he continued, "At the Nanyang Club at the end of March, I put it in your wallet. The password is written on the back of the card."

"I haven't seen it." Not to mention this life, she had never seen this card in her previous life. If Shen Xunzhou had given her the card, would she be so poor as to sell paintings?

After she married him in her previous life, all the betrothal gifts given by the Shen family were withheld by Zhao Wan'er, and not a penny was given to her, so that for a period of time after her marriage, she lived in extreme poverty.

It was because one time when she was driving and her car ran out of gas and was stranded on the side of the road, she called Shen Xunzhou for help.

Just then he vaguely revealed that he didn't have enough money, so the man gave him a credit card.

"Wen Jin," Shen Xunzhou looked at her, seeming to be hesitant to speak. In his previous life, because this card ended up in the hands of another man, he suspected that Wen Jin had done something immoral because he was too busy to accompany her for a long time.

Coupled with the instigation of the people around him, he pinned the blame of cheating on Wen Jin from the bottom of his heart.

There was another traffic light. Wen Jin parked the car and looked at him sideways: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I receive spending information on that card every day. Last month, the credit card bill was over 20 million."

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

Her heart tightened, she was surprised and incredulous, and her heart was so choked that she could hardly breathe.

The feeling of being betrayed and backstabbed rose from the bottom of my heart...

The scene of Shen Xunzhou scolding her in her previous life emerged in her mind.

"How come you have no money?"

"Wen Jin, are you kidding me? I've seen the monthly credit card bills."

"Forget it, let Zhou Jin open another card for you."

"You have nothing to do with him, how did your card end up in his hands?"

Wen Jin opened his lips, his eyes slightly red, and his trembling voice seemed to have turned over and over again in the depths of his chest before coming out: "You mean, someone took the card? And you always thought it was in my hands?"

Shen Xunzhou looked straight at her, taking in her broken emotions, his gaze falling into her forbearing eyes.

He reached out and wanted to hold her in his arms, to comfort her.

But Wen Jin pushed it away.

"is not it?"

"Yeah!" Shen Xunzhou responded calmly.

"What's the card number?"

"Wen Jin."

Wen Jin repeated again: "What's the card number?"

"Hengzheng Private Banking Black Card, card number ending in 0003."

"Get out of the car," Wen Jin took a deep breath, and all the hairs on her body trembled with the rise and fall of her chest.

"Wen Jin, these are all trivial matters," Shen Xunzhou was worried.

"Get out of the car," she yelled, looking at him coldly, "This is a small matter for you, but not for me. It never has been."

"In your position, twenty million is just a small amount of money, but in my case, someone is standing in the position of my closest relative and stabbing me in the back. Shen Xunzhou, what's the difference between what they are doing and killing me?"

"You spend money in my name, despise me, dislike me, and even verbally attack me, writing the words 'worthless woman' on my forehead. Do you know how humiliating this is?"

"Get out of the car," Wen Jin asked again to shoo people away: "Are you going to get off?"

She reached out, unbuckled her seat belt, and pretended to push the door open, silently forcing Shen Xunzhou in.

Her whole body movements were telling him that if he didn't get off, she would do it herself.

Shen Xunzhou knew that she was out of control and didn't dare to contradict her: "I'll go down, I'll go down, Wen Jin, be careful."

The tall, elite man got off the car on a main street in the downtown area, and it was inevitable that some people came to watch the show.

Shen Xunzhou crossed the traffic, hailed a taxi, and told the Wen family's address.

He picked up his cell phone and called Jiang Ge: "Come pick me up at the Wen family's door."

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

Bang——Wen Jin pushed open the door of the villa.

He stormed into the house.

Zhao Wan'er, who was sitting on the sofa, was so scared that she trembled all over: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm talking to you! Are you mute?"

Wen Jin was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Wan'er's shouting behind him.

He rushed straight into her room. Zhao Wan'er was stunned when she saw this.

He stood up suddenly and followed him: "Wen Jin. What are you crazy about? Who let you into my room?"

"Wen Jin, stop right there."

Wen Jin pushed open the door and entered Zhao Wan'er's cloakroom without any hesitation. He saw the bag on the counter and poured out all the contents. He found the wallet, opened it, and took out the cards one by one.

Zhao Wan'er was startled, and she quickly walked over and snatched the wallet from her hand.

Wen Jin quickly snatched it back.

Zhao Wan'er was furious and worried that the matter would be exposed, so she raised her hand and slapped her in the face.

In an instant, the air was silent.

Wen Jin wiped his face and bent his index finger joint to wipe off the blood on his lips.

Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded in the cloakroom...