After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Chapter 203: Mr. Shen is afraid that Jiang Zhihe will kill you?

On the night of early October, a not-so-cool breeze blew across my face, and occasionally a car passing by would bring with it waves of heat.

As she walked out of the alley, she saw Jiang Zhihe, who had said he was going to see his mentor off, leaning lazily against the wall in a white shirt, with an unlit cigarette between his fingertips.

Wen Jin paused slightly and looked at the person leaning against the wall: "Aren't you going to send the instructor back?"

"Originally!" he answered, and seeing that Wen Jin was waiting for him to speak, he added, "Give me the card number."

Wen Jin was stunned: "What?"

Jiang Zhihe said simply: "Pay back the money."

"I didn't ask you to pay it back."

"I have to pay it back." He always felt that he was inferior to Wen Jin because he accepted the two hundred thousand when he was down and out.

If not, their meeting might have been different.

"Where does the money come from?"

"I made the money by working on a project with my mentor," Jiang Zhihe answered truthfully.

Wen Jin met his gaze and was not at all surprised that he was able to make money by working on projects with his teachers right after entering university.

After all, in his previous life, Jiang Zhihe was already the highest-paid technical talent in Shen Group before he even graduated from school.

Almost sky-high prices.

"You don't have to pay me back. My company's internal system has a problem and I'm looking for someone to fix it. Can you help me?"

Jiang Zhihe was stunned!

Looking at Wen Jin with some disbelief.

He thought that Wen Jin would distance herself from him, but he didn't expect that she would pull him in at a dividing line.

Jiang Zhihe suppressed his inner joy, nodded slightly, and uttered a nearly broken word from his throat: "Okay."

Wen Jin pretended not to notice the emotion on his face and looked at the main road behind him: "How are we going to get home?"

"Take a taxi and take you to the gate of the community first?"

She wanted to refuse, but when some things came to her lips, she realized that it took courage to say them.

Jiang Zhihe was like a child with a balloon, and she couldn't bear to pop it.

"How is grandma's health lately?"

"I'm fine. I can eat and sleep. Last month I lost a few thousand dollars playing cards with an old lady in a nursing home."

Wen Jin smiled suddenly and looked at Jiang Zhihe: "Won't the old man be heartbroken to death?"

Jiang Zhihe nodded: "I am distressed, so I went to curry favor with those old ladies today and asked them to let the water go. I will pay for it, as long as the old ladies are happy."

Wen Jin held the thin shawl tightly around her body, lowered her head, and walked under the warm yellow street lights, smiling as brightly as a child.

For a moment, she seemed to feel that she was also a person with a family.

Such ordinary days are within reach.

After a long while, she raised her eyes slightly, with a gleam in her eyes, and looked at Jiang Zhihe: "Cherish it well."

Jiang Zhihe stared at her, his eyes deep and his love hard to hide: "I will."

"Yes."

Not only grandma, but Wen Jin can do it too.

At the gate of Qiufeng Garden, Wen Jin looked up at the young man who was half a head taller than her.

Just wanted to say something.

Two dull horn sounds rang out behind me.

She looked back.

A black Maybach stopped beside them, and Shen Xunzhou cast a gloomy and displeased gaze at the two of them, with a strong sense of oppression.

Finally, the man pushed the door and got out of the car.

He reeked of alcohol, obviously having just come down from the table.

Shen Xunzhou moved closer and put his arm around her waist.

Quietly asserting sovereignty.

The look he gave Jiang Zhihe was not friendly.

"Classmate Jiang, do you need me to take you there?" The words "Classmate Jiang" invisibly widened the gap between them.

Jiang Zhihe pursed his lips tightly and said in a low voice: "No need."

As soon as the person left, Wen Jin wanted to pull Shen Xunzhou's hand away, but the latter pressed his fingertips even tighter. Three black Maybachs were parked neatly on the side of the road with their hazard lights on.

Wen Jin didn't want to be photographed talking to him again.

He shook off Shen Xunzhou's hand and got into the car.

The lights in Qiufengyuan were turned on.

674 ran towards Shen Xunzhou, acting coquettishly and wagging his tail.

Shen Xunzhou squatted down and touched its head, and it was not difficult to see that he was perfunctory in those brief few seconds.

"Jiang Zhihe was Shen Mang's man in his previous life, you should know that."

Wen Jin didn't care and poured him a glass of water: "So what?"

"Mr. Shen wants to accuse me of stealing your talent?"

Shen Xunzhou's eyes were filled with emotions, and he rushed towards Wen Jin with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol: "Do you know what happened to Jiang Zhihe in his previous life?"

Wen Jin was silent.

How would she know since she's dead?

Shen Xunzhou opened his thin lips and told her the answer: "In prison."

The night was rolling, and Wen Jin could not detect any emotion from him: "Because Shen Mang was not doing well, he killed him."

Wen Jin was stunned!

Shen Xunzhou locked his eyes with her: "Xiao Jin, I understand that you are eager to seek talents, and I also understand that you want to stand up, but Jiang Zhihe, if you don't want to hurt him, stay away from him."

"Mr. Shen is afraid that Jiang Zhihe will kill you?"

Shen Xunzhou took off his coat and threw it casually on the sofa: "I won't abuse you, and he won't have the chance to do so."

Wen Jin shuddered.

So in the previous life, Shen Mang was married? And was he abused?

Wen Jin saw him enter the cloakroom, open the suitcase that had been delivered at some unknown time, take out clean clothes and go into the bathroom.

In less than ten minutes, it came out again.

"Want to go out?"

"Yes," Shen Xunzhou approached and wanted to kiss her, but he restrained himself when he remembered that he had smoked a lot of cigarettes tonight. "The Cheng family's report has given those with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of it. I have to go back to the Shen family to discuss countermeasures with my father. I may not be able to come back in the next few days."

"sorry."

"Xiao Jin."

Wen Jin dropped his hands to his sides, and scenes from his past life flashed through his mind: "Why did you come back tonight?"

"I'm afraid of leaving a bad impression on you, and I'm even more afraid of making the same mistake again. My original intention was to break your stereotype that I'm not home often."

Wen Jin's heart trembled slightly.

Shen Xunzhou continued: "I am working very hard to change the situation in my previous life, Xiao Jin, you have to believe me."

Wen Jin hummed: "Zhou Shan came to see me."

"I know!"

Wen Jin asked: "What should we do?"

Shen Xunzhou let her go and saw 674 jump onto the sofa back behind Wen Jin. He touched Wen Jin's waist with one hand and the cat's head with the other: "Leave her alone. Something that is easily obtained will make her mistakenly think that this thing is originally hers."

"I need Zhou Ying to pay the price. Next time we meet, remember to sow discord between us."

Shen Xunzhou picked up his suit and put it on. Wen Jin leaned against the sofa and watched his every move: "If I remember correctly, Zhou Ying has known you for more than ten years, and you two call each other brothers."

"It's not the same since he asked Zhou Shan to bring you to him to block my anger," Shen Xunzhou tugged at the collar of his shirt and began to tie his tie: "If he is my brother, how could he not know what I want? All he sees is the benefits in my hands."

"Compared to Shi Jinghong and Li Hui, he is too bold and brainless. He only cares about his own interests and does not put friendship first. If I let him stay with me, I will be harmed by him sooner or later."

“Meow…”

Shen Xunzhou touched 674's head.

When he tried to reach out and touch Wen Jin, she turned her head away.

Shen Xunzhou chuckled, held Wen Jin's cheeks with both hands, and smacked her hard...