After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Chapter 208 Mr. Shen is jealous

In the dark box, the man reeked of alcohol.

He leaned against the sofa with his eyes drooped.

Can't tell the expression.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Wu and the others have booked a room here. Can I help you upstairs to rest?" The woman's soft, boneless hand fell on his chest.

Fingers painted with nude pink nail polish slowly moved around his chest.

The man opened his drunken eyes and glanced at her lightly: "Take your hands away."

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Wu asked me to accompany you today," the girl still did not give up.

There is no trace of aging on her face full of collagen.

It seems that he didn't even leave the school.

The man's tone was cold, his clear eyes were cold: "I'm married."

The woman was stunned!

"She is prettier than you, better than you, and more noble than you. Why do you think I would abandon my lovely wife at home to get involved with a nightclub lady like you who hasn't even graduated from college?"

The woman was so frightened by the series of suppression and counter-questions from the man in front of her that she couldn't utter a word. She stared at him in astonishment, her expression dazed.

No wonder people at the table said that the heir of the Shen Group was meticulous, capable, and good at maneuvering to achieve his goals.

The mountain of power is invisible.

Once someone has it ingrained into their bones and appears before you with it.

You will be extremely eager to get it.

The girl shrank her shoulders tremblingly. "Boss Shen, I am desperate. For girls like me who come from remote areas in the northwest, our families value boys over girls. It is a great concession for me to go to college. I think in Nanyang, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, I have to work ten or a hundred times harder than others to afford a meal."

"Really?" Shen Xunzhou straightened up slightly and picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table.

The girl wisely picked up the lighter, lit it, and handed it to Shen Xunzhou.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the palm of her hand.

With a sarcastic smile on his lips, he reached out to pick up another lighter on the coffee table and lit a cigarette.

He raised his hand, took a deep breath, and pulled the tie around his neck as he puffed out smoke: "It's good to be able to serve others, but I don't need anyone to serve me."

Shen Xunzhou bent over slightly, the white shirt wrapped his slender figure exquisitely, the expensive material stuck to his back, and the curve of his back could be vaguely seen.

It can be seen that he is a person who exercises regularly.

"What kind of person is your wife?"

Shen Xunzhou held a cigarette in his mouth, narrowed his eyes and glanced at her indifferently: "You are not worthy of talking to me about my lover."

"Does President Shen always look down on girls like us who come from poor areas?"

"Don't pollute the poor areas. A single rat dropping can spoil the whole barrel. Do less of this. You cannot represent the farmers who work hard in the fields."

After saying this, the man put the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray and was about to get up.

The girl sitting next to him was so humiliated by his few words that she could not stay any longer.

Get up and prepare to leave.

The high heels got caught on the rough edge of the carpet, and she lost her balance and fell on Shen Xunzhou.

Almost instantly, the man's big hand pushed her away.

The girl fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking at him in horror and surprise.

I expected that there wouldn't be a hero saving the beauty scene, but I never expected that I would be despised to this extent.

She fell to the ground, holding onto the carpet and looking up at the man, who expressionlessly picked up the suit from the back of the sofa and put it on, buttoning it with his slender fingertips.

That posture was like that of a god, unattainable.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Li and Special Assistant Zhou are all settled," Jiang Ge and several bodyguards came down from upstairs, sweating profusely.

Shen Xunzhou hummed, and then said: "Call Zhou Jin's wife and ask her to come and watch over it."

Jiang Ge couldn't figure it out for a moment: "What about Mr. Li?"

"I'm all alone, who am I going to fight with?" Shen Xunzhou's cold tone concealed some unhappiness. Jiang Ge didn't think much about it, thinking that he was just too drunk from tonight's social events.

There were ten people at the table, nine of them were drunk, and only their young master was barely sober.

"Leave someone to watch over Li Hui, and don't let the Li family take advantage of the opportunity to kill him."

Jiang Ge's heart tightened: "I understand."

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At half past one, Wen Jin felt an itch on his neck while he was half asleep.

Thinking it was 674, he raised his hand and slapped him impatiently.

She woke up instantly when a crisp sound was heard.

It’s a human!!!

Hitting a cat makes a dull sound! ! ! !

Wen Jin was so scared that she turned over and sat up. Just as she was about to turn on the light, someone hugged her waist and said, "It's me, don't be afraid."

"Why didn't you turn on the light when you came back?"

"I was afraid of disturbing you," Shen Xunzhou responded calmly, and walked to the dressing table and turned on a dim mirror light, which was not too bright, but not too bright to be completely invisible.

"Have you entered the wine jar?"

"Socializing," Shen Xunzhou took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on the single sofa beside the bed in the bedroom, afraid of suffocating Wen Jin.

"I drank a lot."

"Is it just because I drank a little more?" Wen Jin didn't believe it.

I turned on the bedside lamp and looked at him. He looked drunk.

I was just about to glance sideways at his face.

Squinting her eyes slightly, she saw the lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt.

Almost instantly, Wen Jin's heart tightened.

It felt like a ruthless hand had grabbed my heart.

His breathing became slightly weaker.

Emotions flow in his eyes.

I recalled Song Jinzhi's words from my previous life: "It's just a show by the superiors, why do you have to hold on to it?"

"Can a lipstick mark mean that he cheated on me?"

"Wen Jin, do you understand how to consider the overall situation?"

"You are imprisoning yourself in this way."

In an instant, she let out a cold and ruthless laugh from deep in her heart, leaned her back against the headboard, and urged Shen Xunzhou: "Go take a shower!"

Shen Xunzhou stared at her like a hungry wolf staring at its prey that was about to fall into his mouth. Seeing that Wen Jin didn't make a fuss or show any emotion, the jealousy in his heart grew.

"You don't have anything to ask?"

Wen Jin didn't understand why and asked back, "What are you asking?"

Shen Xunzhou said in a cold tone: "Who did you eat with, how much did you drink, where did you eat, who did you meet, was there any hostess at the table?"

Wen Jin's lips curled slightly: "I asked this before, did you tell me?"

"That was in my previous life," Shen Xunzhou emphasized in a serious tone.

"Same, time has changed but people haven't changed," Wen Jin didn't want to quarrel late at night, so he threw back the quilt and prepared to go to bed.

Shen Xunzhou picked her up and forced her to sit on his lap, feeling jealous: "Xiao Jin, why didn't you call me?"

Wen Jin was helpless: "Have you drunk too much?"

Shen Xunzhou asked again: "Who did you meet today?"

Wen Jin was slightly surprised, and probably knew what caused this drunk man to go crazy: "Ling Jibai?"

Shen Xunzhou snorted coldly, hugged Wen Jin with one hand and tore off the tie around his neck with the other hand and threw it on the ground casually. It was obvious what he wanted to do.

Wen Jin put her hand against him and said, "I didn't ask you where you got the lipstick marks on your shirt, but you're questioning me?"

Shen Xunzhou kept moving his hands and put Wen Jin on the bed: "I did it on purpose."

"I want to see if you still have me in your heart...Xiao Jin, I want me!"