Chapter 21 This is a different price
The car that Wen Jin gave to Shi Yin was driven away by Wen Jin during the day. Now Shi Yin directly called a car and went to the address that Wen Jin sent her.
When I arrived, I found out that this was a bar, a very private one.
The senior manager of the bar looked up and down at the woman who had just entered, and inevitably walked towards Shi Yin out of his strong sixth sense.
"Excuse me, is this Miss Shi?"
Shi Yin nodded, and the supervisor continued politely, "Miss Shi, please come this way. Mr. Wen is already waiting for you."
The supervisor took Shi Yin to a private room, but left without going in.
Shi Yin knocked on the door and walked in a moment.
Wen Jin was the only one in the box. There were at least three or four boxes of wine bottles scattered all over the table in front of him.
Wen Jin was still leaning lazily on the back of the sofa with his head tilted back, his long legs draped over the table without restraint. His delicate and flawless facial features were illuminated by the dim light above his head, making him look like a banished immortal who had descended from the sky.
Even when drunk, she is still that flower on the mountain top that people are afraid to approach.
Shi Yin felt that, considering Wen Jin's face, it was fortunate that he was in a private room. Otherwise, many people would have rushed to pick up his body.
Wen Jin felt a little dizzy, as if someone was tracing the contours of his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shi Yin, who was approaching with an evil and inquiring gaze.
"You're here."
Shi Yin nodded and asked with a very service-minded attitude, "Ajin, why are you drinking so much?"
Wen Jin didn't say anything, but just stood up and hugged Shi Yin. Even though he was drunk, his movements were still gentle.
"Rub my back."
Shi Yin did as she was told.
Wen Jin seemed to be extremely dependent on this feeling. He looked weak and helpless. Where was his usual aura of keeping strangers away?
It was like a frightened kitten, creating a huge contrast.
"Do you like me?" Wen Jin suddenly asked.
Shi Yin didn't hesitate, "Of course."
Who doesn’t like a man who is generous with money and respects himself?
There are many kinds of likes.
Wen Jin laughed at himself, "Then why did she leave me and abandon me in the first place? I obviously like her very much."
Shi Yin understood, and it turned out that he was drinking because of Bai Yueguang's broken heart. He wondered what Wen Jin's expression would be if he knew that his Bai Yueguang had just been dealt with by him?
Wen Jin suddenly stood up, grabbed her arms with both hands, looked at her delicate face up close, and asked drunkenly, "Will you leave me for money?"
Shi Yin did not answer him, but asked in return, "What about you, do you want me to leave?"
[The host is awesome, putting the final word on his side. I'm really looking forward to Wen Jin's answer.]
[Look at what they say. If it were me, I would definitely say yes. Who wouldn't want money?]
Didn't anyone see that Wen Jin's gaze at the anchor was like a burning flame? I envy Wen Jin for being able to see the goddess so closely!
Wen Jin was silent for a long time, just looking at her quietly, as if he was looking at a perfect work of art, extremely serious.
After a while, he opened his thin lips and said, "I don't hope so."
Wen Jin's gaze fell on her lips, the rolling in his throat unable to conceal the desire in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly to taste the sweetest place in the world.
But before Wen Jin could get what he wanted, he saw Shi Yin's hand blocking him, "This is another price."
Wen Jin paused, lowered his eyebrows as if a little aggrieved, lowered his head and put it on her shoulder, seeming unable to support his body.
His voice was light, but Shi Yin still heard it, "I met a little money-grubber."
Even with an annual salary of three million, he won’t let me kiss him.
[Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I can feel Wen Jin's grievance even through the screen! ]
[The host is too much. He won't even give me a kiss. If you really can't do it, let me do it. I'm not afraid of being wronged!]
[Don't go too far. How can you talk to my husband like that? ]
Shi Yin smiled faintly, as if she felt that the contrast with the cheesy Wen Jin was too great, and she couldn't help but feel a little cute in contrast.
"It's late, let's go home. I have to go to work tomorrow."
Shi Yin helped Wen Jin back to the villa halfway up the mountain. After tidying up, she saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't help but fall asleep as she was exhausted.
The next morning.
Before opening his eyes, Wen Jin stroked his painful forehead and slowly opened his eyes, only to find that this was not his house in Yulong Mansion, but the guest room of a villa halfway up the mountain.
He sat up and took a look. His clothes had been changed, but his pants had not.
There was also a bowl of hangover soup on the bedside table.
Wen Jin recalled what happened last night and felt too depressed, so he went to the bar to drink some wine. Finally, when he was drunk, he seemed to call Shi Yin.
He let out a long breath, raised his hand to pick up the bowl of sobering soup and drank it all, then got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.
Not seeing Shi Yin in the living room, he simply knocked on Shi Yin's bedroom door, but there was no response for a long time. He pushed the door open, but found that no one was there.
The quilt has been folded, I guess he has gone to work.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Wen Jin looked at Tang Zhiwei outside through the video doorbell, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door.
Tang Zhiwei watched Wen Jin open the door, and her heart settled down.
She paid a lot of money and asked the security guard, only then did she find out that Wen Jin had returned.
There are only ten households in the hillside villa, and the security guard knows all the residents. That's why she dared to come and tell Wen Jin to let him know the true nature of that crazy woman.
"Ajin!" As soon as she opened her mouth, a choked sob voice came out, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Tang Zhiwei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Ajin, do you hate me so much that you allow that woman to bully me? If you hate me, I can accept you scolding me and beating me, but how can you allow others to bully me like this?"
Wen Jin frowned, "What are you talking about? Are you talking about Shi Yin?"
Tang Zhiwei's dark eyes were filled with accumulated mist. "I came to you yesterday to say sorry and apologize for the wrong things I did back then, but you didn't show up and let that woman bully me. Do you hate me so much?"
Wen Jin's expression changed slightly, "What did she do?"
Tang Zhiwei sobbed softly, "She pushed me to the ground and humiliated me, saying I was a slut and unworthy of coming to you. She also smashed my phone and set it on fire in the kitchen. If you don't believe me, go and see; the phone is definitely still in the trash can!"
"Otherwise, you let her out so I can confront her face to face."
Wen Jin's expression was calm. "She's not that kind of person, and there's no need to cause trouble for you."
Tang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, as if she had suffered great trauma, her eyes full of helplessness and disbelief.
Wen Jin's heart suddenly tightened, but he still didn't say or do anything, just looked at her quietly.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com