How many good brothers do you have? | BL, MTL

Chapter 104: Do you like Jian Shangwen?

The phone is vibrating.

Wen Jin's hands were shaking a little. He didn't even know what he was thinking. He could only keep comforting himself that Brother Fu might just have something to do with Jian Shangwen.

This was his own self-consolation, but soon, he felt that he could not comfort himself, because wasn't Fu Jincheng the president? What could he possibly want from Jian Shangwen?

Wen Jin didn't know what he was thinking. By the time he reacted, the call had already been answered.

The person on the other end of the phone probably didn't expect the call to be connected like this.

Fu Jincheng's voice came slowly from the other end of the phone. He asked, "Why did you answer it so late?"

Wen Jin didn't say anything. His mind was still blank. He didn't know how to react. On the other end of the phone, Fu Jincheng had already spoken. He asked, "Are you still angry?"

If Wen Jin could still comfort himself before.

These words shattered the self-comforting thought in his mind that Fu Jincheng and Jian Shangwen might not have any extra relationship outside of work.

"I saw the circle of friends you posted." Fu Jincheng said: "I also read the book you left behind."

Wen Jin's breathing unconsciously became faster.

What before?

What book??

Fu Jincheng said: "I think you have some misunderstandings about me. Wen Jin and I are not what you think. When I return this time, we will meet."

When Wen Jin heard his name, he finally couldn't help but break down. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Fu Jincheng paused, frowned and asked, "Ajin?"

Wen Jin didn't know what he was thinking. After hearing this, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He didn't dare to ask or listen any more. He hung up the phone tremblingly.

After hanging up the phone, he was also confused and felt a little at a loss as he held the phone.

I heard some noises coming from behind me. Jian Shangwen came out of the bathroom. He glanced at Wen Jin and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Jin's hand trembled.

The phone fell to the ground with a thud.

Jian Shangwen found that it was his phone. He walked over, picked up the phone, checked it and said, "The screen is not broken, but the tempered glass is broken. I bought this tempered glass at a discount. Remember to transfer the money to me later."

Wen Jin originally wanted to ask Jian Shangwen what was going on, but after hearing what Jian Shangwen said, he was completely stunned.

"..."

After a moment's silence.

Wen Jin whispered: "How much is it?"

"12.5" Jian Shangwen said, "But since I have used it for more than half a month, just give me 10 yuan."

Wen Jin never thought that one day he would be asked for such a small amount of money. You know, he has never lacked food and clothing since he was a child, and he doesn't even need a screen protector for his cell phone because if it breaks, he can just replace it. The housekeeper will take care of this kind of thing for him.

"It's just a small amount of money." Wen Jin whispered, "You still want more."

Jian Shangwen glanced at him sideways and walked to the kitchen to stir the porridge in the pot. He watched the steam rise up little by little, but his face was cold and indifferent, "You have enough food and clothing and never need to worry about money, so of course you think this little money is not important. I am different. I need it."