After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Chapter 213: The Year Fairy Transforms

"Mr. Shen, are you planning to make up for all the days you didn't have enough time for in your previous life?"

Wen Jin hooked his neck, speaking lightly with a hint of unwarranted sarcasm.

That tune just doesn't sound right.

Shen Xunzhou stared at her, his temperament was restrained, a white shirt wrapped around his slender figure, his dark eyes were filled with lust without any concealment: "I wanted to in my previous life, but I didn't dare."

"Don't dare?" Wen Jin raised his eyebrows.

Shen Xunzhou hummed: "Every time you cry and scream, I'm worried about hurting you."

In their previous life, the two had a good relationship at first, but as they spent less time together and more time apart, and with the Shen family having so much to do, the various etiquette and rules made Wen Jin feel suffocated, and over time, the two quarreled constantly.

The affection gradually faded, and the original couple's interest turned into a place for the two to confront each other.

As time goes by, married life has become a luxury.

Work one day and rest twenty-nine is the norm.

In this life, start over again.

Shen Xunzhou seemed to want to make up for the regrets of his previous life.

There was no mercy at all when he was exploiting Wen Jin.

It was like a long drought finally ending in a downpour, which made him completely full and satisfied.

When the love reached its peak, he hugged Wen Jin and asked her word by word: "Xiao Jin, are you a thousand-year-old fairy?"

At ten o'clock, Wen Jin was lying in the bathtub with her back exposed. Shen Xunzhou, with his lower body wrapped in a bathrobe, was sitting beside her and rubbing her lower back.

She felt warm when touched.

sleepy.

In October, the house was not yet suitable for floor heating, but Qiufengyuan seemed to be well designed with thick walls. Once the windows were closed, the cold wind outside could not get in at all.

There was a dim light on in the bathroom, creating a great atmosphere for sleeping.

Ding----

When Shen Xunzhou's cell phone rang in the bedroom, Wen Jin trembled with fear.

His chin, which was resting on his arm, slid down and nearly hit the edge of the bathtub.

"It's time to get up!"

Shen Xunzhou wrapped her up with a bath towel and carried her to the bed.

The phone on the bedside table showed no sign of stopping.

Wen Jin glanced at his phone and said lazily, "Answer it! It's so noisy."

Shen Xunzhou hummed, took his phone and went into the cloakroom. When he handed the pajamas to Wen Jin, a questioning voice rang out: "What did the doctor say?"

"Let's do gastric lavage!" Shen Xunzhou spoke concisely.

"Let Jiang Ge stay and look after him, and you come back."

Wen Jin put on her pajamas, leaned over to pick up the cup on the bedside table and drank a sip of water. Seeing that Shen Xunzhou had hung up the phone, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Li Hui was admitted to the hospital due to gastric bleeding."

Wen Jin was surprised: "Did you drink?"

Shen Xunzhou hummed.

His lips were tightly pursed, his worry difficult to conceal.

Wen Jin had always known that Li Hui couldn't drink much, but he didn't expect him to be so bad.

Shen Xunzhou has already decided on the Yu City Film and Television City project in the early stages. Tonight is just the groundbreaking ceremony and he will just accompany a few leaders afterwards.

It is one thing that the other side has more people and more power.

But Li Hui's alcohol tolerance is really too low.

It was a big drink. Shen Xunzhou had almost finished it.

Li Hui would accompany a guest to the hospital.

"Go check it out if you're worried."

"Jiang Ge is here, so there won't be any problem." Shen Xunzhou threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed, hugging Wen Jin in his arms.

His fingertips stroked Wen Jin's lower back again and again.

In her previous life, after the accidental miscarriage of her first child, she suffered from back pain. The Shen family would see Chinese medicine practitioners and masseurs from time to time.

All the visits were due to her old illness.

At first, Wen Jin cooperated, but later on, he just gave up.

Broken jar, broken jar.

"Do you still remember Shen Rong?" Shen Xunzhou's voice sounded behind him.

Wen Jin hummed in a daze.

Shen Xunzhou touched her lower back and said, "She joined the film and television company under the Shen Group."

"So you threw Shen Mang in?" Wen Jin followed his words and remembered what the group of rich ladies said during dinner today.

Shen Xunzhou was quite surprised. Perhaps it was because it was rare for Wen Jin to take the initiative to care about these things. "No, I heard some gossip this afternoon."

The man laughed softly, leaned over and kissed the top of her head: "They are well-informed."

Wen Jin pulled his hand over and placed it on her lower back to warm it: "What do you think, Mr. Shen?"

"I don't have any idea. I'm just letting you know in advance. Stay away from her."

"Is he a lunatic?"

"kindness!"

Wen Jin remembered something, turned over and looked at him: "Wen Mo wants to enter the entertainment industry."

"You want to take care of it?"

Wen Jin followed him with his eyes: "You don't want me to take care of it?"

"If you want to interfere, then interfere. Wen Mo can't cause any big waves." Wen Mo is just a nobody, she won't become a knife in the hands of others, unless she wants to die again.

"I don't want to control her, but she's quite sensible."

Apart from being afraid of death, Wen Mo has not done anything against the law.

If she was still Wen Mo from her previous life, Wen Jin would never join in the fun.

But who can blame her? She was also reborn and her mind is clear.

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

Early Monday morning, Wen Jin packed up the contracts and went straight to Zhou Shan's beauty hospital with the sales manager.

When she arrived, Zhou Shan was holding a coffee cup and gushing, cursing: "I'm really impressed. Which good person who doesn't work can arrive at the company at nine o'clock? Isn't my life a life, Wen Xiaojin?"

"Will getting up so early kill you?" Wen Jin took out his computer and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Zhou Shan rolled his eyes: "Isn't getting up early enough to kill me?"

"Do you know how many years it has been since I last had a morning?"

Wen Jin turned on the computer: "I don't know, but I know that you will have a morning soon."

"Miss Zhou, do you know what time Shen Xunzhou gets up every morning?"

Zhou Shan perked up when he heard Wen Jin talking about Shen Xunzhou: "How could I know such a private matter? But if you want to tell me, I don't mind."

Wen Jin ignored her nonchalant look and said, "Six o'clock."

Zhou Shan: ........ "There is a reason why I can't get rich in this life."

"I saw Li Hui posting on WeChat Moments this morning, openly and covertly accusing Shen Xunzhou of being a worthless person. Although her words were cryptic, the insults were quite dirty. What's wrong with them?"

Wen Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Shan nonchalantly: "During the social event, Li Hui drank so much that his stomach bled."

“This noob…” Zhou Shan clicked his tongue and picked up his phone to open his Moments: “I’ll scold him right away. How can he blame others for his own failure?”

Go through the contract and sign the contract, and it’ll be done by ten o’clock.

Zhou Shan invited Wen Jin to have dinner.

She looked at the time. It was neither early nor late, and she had no idea what they were eating.

"I'm hosting a party at the Nanyang Club tonight. Would you like to invite people from your company to come and have fun?"

"Mr. Wen is very generous," Zhou Shan glanced at the dean sitting next to him.

The other party understood, stood up and bowed respectfully to Wen Jin at a 90-degree angle: "Thank you, Mr. Wen."

This attitude made Wen Jin wonder who was Party A for a moment.

"Let's go," Zhou Shan hooked his arm around Wen Jin's shoulders and led her out, still stunned. "If there was no need, I wouldn't have invited people from the Korean country."

"Flattery?" Wen Jin asked.

Zhou Shan nodded her head: "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? The first thing that people in Southeast Asia hate is a simple life, and the second thing they hate is the Korean country."

"Although Miss Zhou is not a good person, she is still quite patriotic."

Zhou Shan thought, is this a compliment or a scolding?