The president is committing suicide

The fragrance of the honeymoon period comes not only from the two people mindlessly falling into the arc of love and the smell of each other. They begin to discuss more deeply about the world, life and death, flowers, plants and trees between heaven and earth, and even the boring chirping of insects, which means that the two people begin to share their views on the world and are willing to waste time on each other and do meaningless things.

You may object. But that's the way it is. If two people always do meaningful things together, it only means that they are familiar with each other or have a good understanding of each other. Only when two people are willing to do a lot of meaningless things together, they are really in love.

Ding Jiaying may not understand the difference now, but her sleepy and lazy eyes and the red wine glass on her lips already tell her something.

"This bottle has a great scent. Have a good sleep after you finish drinking it, and go to work tomorrow without thinking about anything." Shen Cong clinked glasses with her, and behind the crystal glass was his deep affection.

Ding Jiaying chuckled: "You keep reminding me like a worried old father. You don't act like a young upstart at all."

"What can we do? It's because there's a rebellious and disobedient little beauty." Shen Cong followed suit, "If you can't drink well, don't try to be brave."

She refused to admit her weakness in this area, and drank the wine in her glass in one breath, and poked Shen Cong's abdominal muscles with her fingers: "I advise you to be more polite, I am a ruthless character."

Shen Cong nodded and took the wine glass from her hand: "Okay. Got it, I'll definitely do it next time."

She put her arms around his neck, and Shen Cong hugged her waist tightly to prevent her from sliding down.

Her eyes were blurry, her cheeks were flushed, and her tenderness was full of stubbornness: "Are you scared now?"

"Yeah." Shen Cong was not a saint, and he never concealed his emotions when facing her. He leaned forward and kissed her nose and lips.

Ding Jiaying hummed softly, quite satisfied with the young man's flattery in front of her: "Be nice to me in the future, I will be nice to you, really."

She held Shen Cong's face close to hers and said, "I don't know how I treated you well. But I have my own way, so don't be too picky. Do you understand?"

Care about it? As long as Shen Cong can catch her, why would he care about it? That would be too extravagant.

He hugged her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe, and emphasized in her ear again: "You are you, you are Ah Ying. I only love you. As long as you are by my side, do you understand?"

The uneasiness in her heart is also the uneasiness in his heart. But there is only one her in the world, only one person who is willing to come over, dance with her wearing a mask, and laugh with her without the mask. She doesn't understand that he always likes her complicated self, who is kind, innocent, evil and greedy.

He would not turn away just because she was too idealistic or went astray. Even if she became a demon like himself, she could only stay by his side.

"Just like this, for the rest of my life, I will be by your side, and you will be by my side."

Now she has become an angel, an angel who loves herself, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Ding Jiaying always woke up in the middle of the night. She was a little thirsty after drinking some wine, so she wanted to turn over and get some water, but she found an arm wrapped around her waist.

As soon as she pushed it away slightly, the arm immediately came back and hugged her.

I wanted to just let it go, but I was so thirsty that I couldn't sleep, so I had to beg in his ear: "Please let me go, I need to go to the bathroom."

He half opened his eyes dazedly and kissed him between the eyebrows: "Go. Come back soon."

Ding Jiaying left the hot body and felt the temperature of the room was a little cold when she got out of bed.

She felt a little dizzy and groped around the room. She went to the bathroom and came back to stand in the middle of the room in a daze.

For a moment of trance, I seemed to have seen the scene of moonlight crawling on the ground at this angle, the window screens swaying gently in the breeze, and there were some laughter and some crying.

She heard the sound of glass breaking on the ground, and felt fear as something sharp scratched her face. As the world spun, she seemed to be speaking lies.

The world around was receding at a rapid speed. The bizarre neon lights showed one crazy face after another. Ding Jiayin was shouting that no one would like you, let alone love you, and he was so self-righteous.

My aunt's smile was still so kind, but there was a hidden knife in it. She said, "You will congratulate her, right?"

You are just a nobody, why pretend to be irreplaceable? With a beautiful face, you want to enjoy all the love and overwhelming wealth? You wish?

She anxiously went to explain to people and asked them if it was true.

Some faces said nothing, some pitied her, some retreated, and some laughed secretly...

One play follows another, and characters appear one after another like a revolving lantern. The chattering of familiar and unfamiliar people is a headache.

She couldn't move, couldn't think, and was almost unable to breathe...

"Aying, Aying..."

Shen Cong's voice is his voice.

Ding Jiaying raised her eyes. The voices in her ears receded like the tide, gradually becoming more distant. The world before her eyes gradually became clearer.

Shen Cong held her shoulders, his eyes filled with worry: "What's wrong?"

Ding Jiaying's eyes were dull and she just shook her head.

He said dazedly, "Nothing, I just want to drink some water."

Shen Cong helped him sit down on the sofa.

A cool feeling touched her lips, and Ding Jiaying obediently opened her mouth to let the water flow between her lips and teeth.

The warm liquid flowed down her throat and warmed her lungs. Ding Jiaying seemed to come back to life.

"Are you feeling better?" Shen Cong rubbed her back while taking the cup away and putting it aside.

Ding Jiaying leaned against his hand that was rubbing her hair: "I'm fine, I just fell into a daze and didn't wake up."

She lied subconsciously. The inexplicable panic she felt when she was standing in the middle and the scene that flashed before her eyes did not seem like an illusion. She did not think it was a dream, otherwise she would have crawled into Shen Cong's arms and acted like a spoiled child.

It’s not that she doesn’t trust Shen Cong. On the contrary, she is afraid that she will remember something that is not conducive to this relationship, making her decision irrational.

She didn't want to destroy her current happiness, but her desire to find the truth made her feel conflicted.

She gave up struggling and leaned her head on Shen Cong's shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist: "Hold me and sleep."

Shen Cong moved Ding Jiaying's legs over and placed them on his own legs. He held Ding Jiaying in his arms like a baby and said with a smile, "Does it feel like you are in a swaddling swaddling cloth? Do you think you are still a baby?"

His hands gently patted her back, and he hummed an unknown tune, swaying slightly with the chirping of insects. Soon, Ding Jiaying really felt sleepy.

She fell asleep in his arms.

In the darkness, Shen Cong stared at her sleeping face and hoped that this moment would last forever and would never change.