The president is committing suicide

When the two walked out, they did not go directly to the parking lot. Instead, Ding Jiaying followed Shen Cong into a brightly lit alley.

On both sides there are crowds of people selling fried rice and snacks, and the bustling stalls are full of people, with snacks from all over the world gathered here.

The local food is quite light, but the best-selling store is a spicy hot pot restaurant.

The boss was shouting very excitedly, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

Neither of them likes queuing, and what they fear most is going to Internet celebrity stores.

Shen Cong wanted to eat the hot and sour noodles at the intersection, and Ding Jiaying wanted to eat the Xuzhou wraps at the other end.

The two played the game of scissors, bag, and hammer, and Ding Jiaying won of course. He accompanied her to the old lady's stall and stood there waiting.

There are many universities around, and many college students line up.

Shen Cong, dressed in a suit and tie, stood out in the crowd. Ding Jiaying, wearing a little skirt, felt that she might blend better with the environment, so she quietly moved to the side.

Sure enough, soon a beautiful woman plucked up the courage to come to Shen Cong and ask for his contact information.

When he subconsciously went to look for Ding Jiaying, he found that she was hiding aside, secretly waiting to laugh at his joke.

Shen Cong helplessly looked at her smiling face across the crowd. What could he do? He could only take the old lady's burrito with a cold face, leave those chattering girls behind, and go find the culprit.

Ding Jiaying stood in the crowd. People were flowing. Every face under the neon lights, young and old, laughing, crying, eating contentedly, waiting anxiously... seemed to be saying that life also flows like this.

This is not the life I imagined, but everyone here is on the road to the future.

How many people are here? There are at least ten thousand possibilities.

It's like a wealthy president can wait in front of a small stall for a burrito made by an old lady.

"Why are you running?" He laughed angrily and handed the cake to Ding Jiaying, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly."

Ding Jiaying saw that the girl over there didn't give up, staring at her with envy, provocation, and dissatisfaction. She took the roll and controlled the corners of her mouth: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's just a cold noodle roll, it won't get cold."

"So much talk, eat now."

Before he finished speaking, a girl suddenly came to Shen Cong, with an exaggerated expression and a hoarse voice: "This is your elder sister, she is so cute. If you are not careful, you will think she is your sister."

Shen Cong's expression instantly turned into ice, and Ding Jiaying had a hard time holding back her laughter. I can only say that sister, you are too bold, aren't you just trying to test whether they are a couple and playing tricks on your age?

She didn't even want to explain. It was just a game, wasn't it? Let's see who can beat who.

"Yeah, that's what my brother said too. He was afraid someone would come and chat with him, so he had to follow along."

Shen Cong's complexion became visibly worse.

"Beauty, are you his friend? Or his girlfriend?" Ding Jiaying felt that she was adding fuel to the fire.

Ding Jiaying's question obviously made the beautiful woman's expression brighten, but she still managed to show her reserve: "We are friends, as for whether we will be girlfriends, it depends on the future."

It has to be said that brave people always make people look at them with new eyes. In other words, she came here directly without even getting Shen Cong's contact information.

Beautiful lady, you are very good at it. If it were an ordinary man, he would have been deeply impressed by now.

Ding Jiaying decided not to let Shen Cong stay out of it: "What do you think?"

Shen Cong noticed the cunning in her eyes, like a neon falling into a rainbow, one needs to distinguish carefully to know her heart.

She was testing, testing whether there was anyone in this world who would love her wholeheartedly and fearlessly in a corner where no one knew her.

Just now, Shen Cong saw her hesitation through the crowd under the dim light.

Shen Cong didn't give her a chance to retreat or say more irrelevant words. He grabbed her and kissed her without saying a word.

"You promised not to push me away."

The beauty seemed to be petrified on the spot, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at the two of them: "You..."

Okay, let’s play it this way. I am a part of your play?

Before Ding Jiaying could explain, Shen Cong said something shocking: "I only like my sister in this world. Even though they don't allow it... I'm sorry."

After saying that, he pulled Ding Jiaying into the crowded crowd.

Ding Jiaying turned around and saw that the beautiful woman seemed to be standing there in a daze, with an expression of disbelief and even a little excitement as if she had glimpsed the complexity of the world.

果然不是一般人.

But Shen Cong did not forgive Ding Jiaying's prank so easily.

In the dim corner, in the passage leading to the underground garage, Ding Jiaying was pressed against the wall, enduring Shen Cong's anger and passion.

Why does this guy get angry so easily?

His lips are bitten so hard that they hurt. Is this guy born in the year of the dog now?

He broke free, breathless, with the burrito in his hand nowhere to be found.

"What are you doing!" Ding Jiaying wanted to make a fierce threat, but when she said it, it came out as a coquettish act.

His fingers brushed her lips heavily. "This is your punishment! Even if I go to hell, I will stand by your side. In the grave, only I can lie beside you. I will go wherever you want to go."

"What would you do if I were dying now and didn't want to be treated?"

"I'll stay with you. Do whatever makes you happy. I'll follow you. I just ask you not to push me away."

"why?"

"I'm about to die, why are you still asking why? If I were going to die, I would just be with you every day, and live happily every day."

"It's worthless."

"Then live every day without any ambition."

In the dark corner, the two of them embraced each other and became an isolated island drifting in the world. The crowd outside the cave was still as noisy as before, and even the smell was more lively because of the hustle and bustle.

Shen Cong's words greatly comforted Ding Jiaying, who was in desperate need of a sense of security at this time, but her stomach ruined the atmosphere.

"Hungry?"

"Yeah. You lost my rolled cold noodles."

"I'm sorry. How about we go eat hot and sour noodles together?"

"alright."

The two stood in front of the stall, and Ding Jiaying herself began to back out: "Why don't we just not eat there and go to another stall."

"Why? I look fine." Shen Cong rarely looked so excited, so Ding Jiaying had to take a step back.

"Just buy one. I'll go get the puffs over there."

Shen Cong saw her taking the opportunity to slip away and wanted to follow her, but the boss was already calling his number.

When Ding Jiaying finally came back with the hot and sour noodles, they found a table and sat down to eat.

Shen Cong took a bite and frowned.

"It really doesn't taste good, does it?" Ding Jiaying seemed to have foreseen the result.

"How do you know? You just took a look."

She said slowly, "To be precise, I took a sniff. There is no aroma of chili at all, so it must not taste good. And your bowl is even worse, it doesn't even have a sour aroma, you have to add vinegar yourself."

"Are you happy?" Shen Cong saw her shoulders shaking with laughter, with cream from the puffs on the corners of her mouth.

She nodded, and he felt that even though the bowl of hot and sour noodles tasted bad, it was worth it.

"Don't eat it, eat this."