The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was in a very bad mood, as if her heart was like a furnace of magma ready to erupt at any moment.

Xiao Mimi has already taken the little wolfhounds to try to please the socialite sisters. She hopes everything goes well for them.

She even secretly encouraged herself in her heart, hoping that Xiao Mimi would meet a prince charming on the way there today, and find her true love, thus putting an end to Han Jingke's bad luck in love.

Ding Jiaying has become familiar with her work again after constantly planning programs, writing scripts, and directing filming.

Some things seem destined to become your job. You find it inexplicably easy and good at doing them, and you learn them super quickly.

At the same time, she was able to find fun in the process.

After taking a break for such a long time, the things I produced were recognized by the market, and they struck a good balance in terms of traffic, topicality and quality.

With nowhere to vent her anger, she shifted all her attention to work.

"Xiao Qian, Mr. Ding seems particularly serious and strict today."

"It's simply President Xiao who is possessed."

"It's a bit scary. I've already scolded two of them to tears."

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"Will you be the third one? I'll get you some tissues?"

Xiaoqian looked like she was just watching the fun, which made everyone call her disloyal.

"Hurry up and get back to work, there will be more to come."

Only then did everyone scatter like birds and beasts.

Xiaoqian was holding a document and looking at Ding Jiaying in the office. She was decisive and efficient. It had been a long time since she felt work was going so smoothly.

When Mr. Xiao said that Ding Jiaying was the ruthless person, Xiaoqian didn't believe it. It seems that she is still too young.

However, Ding Jiaying paid no attention to these trivial matters and nagging. It was not until she got off work, when all the busyness faded away and the noise and heat of the world faded away, that she felt the fatigue slowly creeping up on her.

Shen Cong said he had a drinking party tonight and would be home late.

Ding Jiaying asked her to drink less, but he said don't worry, no one can make him drink something he doesn't want to drink.

What a boast! Even Lao Ding, who has been in the business world for a long time, has times when he is forced to do something.

Ding Jiaying still wanted to go to the hospital to see him.

Although Shen Cong had instructed him to follow his father's wishes, it would be best not to go to the hospital and disturb him recently.

However, she couldn't resist the true thoughts in her heart. Before she could convince herself, she drove to the hospital parking lot.

Sitting in the car, night had just fallen and the buildings were shrouded in a blue background.

The lights in the upstairs ward were on, like crystals on blue velvet, and the crystals contained all kinds of lives and families.

She looked at the window of the ward and could vaguely see people moving inside. But in the room she wanted to see, she could only see light coming through.

It is dinner time now. Did Dad eat on time? Does he feel any pain now?

But when was the last time I cared about the details of his life? I think it was in elementary school. At that time, I could still occasionally see him at the dinner table.

Looking back and reflecting on the past is just a reflection of aging and incompetence.

The weather forecast said it would rain tonight, and sure enough, the wind began to blow the leaves, and the whole thing seemed to be getting ready.

Ding Jiaying's legs and feet were out of control, but she still went upstairs.

There were few people in the elevator, only her and another girl.

She pressed the elevator's floor key, and the girl exclaimed, "Ah, you're going here too? To visit the patient?"

She seemed talkative, but Ding Jiaying just wanted to be alone.

So she just nodded and smiled.

A proper smile is a polite gesture, and secondly, if you don't speak, people will naturally understand that you don't want to talk.

But the girl didn't seem to understand what he meant, and kept saying, "Don't worry, there are new targeted drugs now, and you should recover soon. Since you're already in the hospital, don't think too much..."

Ding Jiaying interrupted her: "I didn't."

Her expression might be a little cold, and the girl seemed stunned.

After a moment of silence, her eyes were filled with understanding and compassion: "I saw it."

"what?"

"I saw you spending a lot of time alone in your car in the parking lot."

Ding Jiaying turned her head and looked at the girl warily, not knowing what she was going to do.

She pursed her lips: "Me too."

Ding Jiaying was puzzled: "Does your family also receive treatment here?"

She shook her head: "My family doesn't have it, and I'm here for treatment."

Ding Jiaying then noticed that the skin on her face was rougher than that of ordinary people, with fine scales. After returning home, she read many related articles, which said that some patients would experience changes in their skin during the treatment process, with darkening, roughness and scaling.

But she looks so young, probably no more than 25 years old. I wonder if she has graduated from college?

"I'm much better now. Look, I can go out now, right? Don't worry."

A girl who was struck by the most vicious disease at a blooming age, I noticed something was wrong with her in the parking lot and came to comfort her.

Ding Jiaying felt that she was not comforted, but was shocked by her kindness.

"Are you...are you okay?"

It feels redundant to ask this question. Can she get better now?

"I'm fine, but I'm a little tired. I'm going back to the ward to rest."

Sure enough, there was a hint of fatigue on her face.

Ding Jiaying thought that she might not have any family members around her since she came out alone, so she said, "Shall I take you back to the ward?"

But she was in a social phobia and waved her hands: "No, no, I can go back by myself. Don't you have to visit someone?"

The elevator door opened and the girl walked out, but Ding Jiaying stood in the elevator without moving.

"You're not going?"

Ding Jiaying came back to her senses and followed him and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay. But can we go sit down and talk?"

Ding Jiaying quickly stepped forward to support her. The arm in her hand was as thin as a withered stick.

She was startled, but the girl was calm and said, "I haven't had the worry of losing weight for a long time."

Sitting down, Ding Jiaying poured her a cup of warm water: "I don't know what you can drink, so I didn't buy you a drink. But this cake should still be edible, right? It's not that sweet."

"Thank you." The girl seemed very happy. "It's been a long time since anyone thought of me as a young person who likes pandas."

Ding Jiaying didn't react until she saw her finger pointing at the panda pattern on the cake.

Seeing her puzzlement, the girl explained: "Since the diagnosis, my identity has changed from a teacher who loves beauty, a troublemaker who loves dancing and calligraphy, and a guy who wants to travel to many places and become a blogger to a patient who is about to die."

"The heavens revealed a corner of the book of life and death, and my death was imminent. In order to let me live a few more days than the days written on it, my parents and my relatives seemed to be willing to do everything they could. I didn't even dare to say that I didn't want these things. Then they were always busy and worried, running back and forth between work in the hospital and home, and they forgot who I used to be."

"And I almost forgot."