The president is committing suicide

Apart from the flowers on the rack at the door, there are no other flowering plants in the yard, but there is a fragrance permeating the air.

The man who came out was short and thin, wiping a coffee cup with a cloth in his hand: "Why are you back?"

Hearing the man's disdainful tone, Ding Jiaying asked in a low voice: "Is this really your home?"

Qiao Shen was not angry. He turned around and said unceremoniously, "I told you to stay here, so how come it really became yours?"

"Since I live here, I am the owner. What are you yelling about, guest?" The thin man raised his eyes, changed his expression, and smiled. "Little girl, don't bother with him. Come in and try my coffee-making skills."

Don't hit someone who smiles at you, so Ding Jiaying naturally agreed with a smile.

"Don't really drink it. He might have just bought the machine and learned it yesterday." Qiao Shen turned his head and warned, "Also, don't..."

Ding Jiaying thought this guy was talking nonsense: "I know, I know. There are so many taboos. I will leave right away."

"Why are you like this?" Qiao Shen was glared at by her, "Okay, okay, come in, come in..."

The interior decoration still looks like it was in the 1990s, but the green half-wall paint looks very new, as if it was painted recently.

The patina on the furniture and the dirt on the windows, the brand new coffee machine and the peeling enamel pot, the mixture of new and old creates a unique charm.

Anyway, Ding Jiaying is not picky about the taste of coffee. Although it tastes a bit burnt and bitter, she can still swallow it.

Qiao Shen couldn't handle it. He drank with a grimace in his mouth as if all the bitterness in the world had poured into his mouth.

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Ding Jiaying had already seen Uncle Daping's palm about to fall on his head without any hesitation.

"It's so mellow!" Qiao Shen's hasty detour could not save himself, as he was hit hard on the head.

Ding Jiaying laughed happily, and Qiao Shen laughed along with her.

"You're so stupid." They didn't even dodge such a familiar move, just to please the person in front of them? Uncle Daping thought they were really annoying.

He took off his apron, said he was going to help the beautiful girl next door pick up her child, and slipped away with greased feet.

"Why didn't you say it just now?" Qiao Shen shouted.

"I didn't check my watch."

“You’re not watching now.”

……

Ding Jiaying looked at the nearby routes displayed on her phone and saw that they were all red and purple. It seemed that she would have to wait for a while if she wanted to go out.

"It's okay, we'll just wait."

Qiao Shen was a little surprised: "We? Not us. I'm home now. You're the one who's in a hurry to leave."

Disassociating yourself from him so quickly? She even sent him back.

"You have no conscience. But is your hand really okay? If there is any trouble later, our company will pay for it."

Qiao Shen glanced at the white bandage on his hand, which he had been hiding behind his back so Uncle Daping wouldn't see, and said slowly, "It's okay. Besides, you look like you're going to take care of me for the rest of my life if something happens."

"The claims service is absolutely reasonable and we will not shirk our responsibilities. You can rest assured about this." Ding Jiaying assured again and again.

Seeing that she was about to pass the cup of bitter coffee to her mouth again, Qiao Shen snatched it away: "Don't drink it, I'll make you something better."

As he said that, Qiao Shen walked into the bar.

Although some of his movements seemed very skilled, Ding Jiaying was still skeptical.

"can you?"

"Look at what you said. With an injured hand, it might be a bit shabby to make latte art for you, but there's nothing wrong with making some hand-brewed coffee. Anyway, this guy seems to have stockpiled some finished beans since he just got into it, but they're not roasted by himself. They should taste better than the ones he made for you."

Qiao Shen's movements were not very nimble. As Ding Jiaying watched, she thought that if Xiao Mimi knew that he let a client make coffee for her with an injury and did nothing, she would probably go crazy.

The coffee dripped from the coffee pot bit by bit, and a slender white hand held the black hand brewing pot, slowly adding water in circles. The person holding the pot had a pair of focused and beautiful big eyes, and the few strands of hair on his forehead swayed softly as he tilted his head.

In fact, in terms of the exquisiteness of his appearance, Qiao Shen is probably better than Jiang Chengwu. However, this kind of childish and evil temperament is very different from Jiang Chengwu, and it is also completely contrary to Qiao Shen's current unknown screen image.

Qiao Shen noticed that Ding Jiaying was looking at his face, so he deliberately adjusted his face to a most photogenic angle, lowered his eyelids and pretended to concentrate on making coffee.

Everyone loves beauty, and Miss Ding is no exception.

He was oblivious to the flattering message in his behavior.

In fact, he hates it most when people pay too much attention to his appearance. People always give too many beautiful qualities to the beautiful things they see, and self-righteously ignore its original personality, such as butterflies.

Qiao Shen’s coffee is indeed much better than Uncle Daping’s. I don’t know if it’s because of his good looks, but Ding Jiaying feels that way anyway.

The noise of the children outside has rolled in from the other end of the alley like a stream of water, blocking the flower-filled courtyard wall.

"The children outside are so happy when they get home from school." Ding Jiaying sounded a little envious.

Qiao Shen held the cup and drank the coffee he made: "Why, weren't you so happy after school when you were a kid? It's so noisy now."

Ding Jiaying shook her head: "Since I was little, I have always been picked up by a driver or a nanny. This taught me to protect myself. Of course, I would never play happily on the path."

"Oh."

"Shouldn't you be about the same?" Rumor has it that Qiao Shen's family background is also very mysterious.

Qiao Shen thought for a moment and said, "Almost."

When Ding Jiaying was young, she wanted to be like other friends or classmates, playing together after school and waiting to go to cram school together.

But they told me to be careful, not to trust anyone, not to get too close to strangers, and to be wary of my good friends and even relatives. When I was young, I didn't feel tired, but I felt it was very troublesome, and I was not allowed to do this or that.

The only thing she violated was probably not to stand out in school and not to be too righteous and try to stand out.

Although I am not a very obedient and good kid compared to my sister, I have been trying hard to be a good child in school life.

"There seems to be a lot of delicious food around the school nearby. Do you smell it? It smells so good."

Ding Jiaying's nose is quite sensitive.

Qiao Shen sniffed carefully and said, "It's Lao Zhang's fried chicken steak. Yeah, he also ordered a portion of chicken fillet."

Ding Jiaying's eyes widened: "You can tell the difference? Are you kidding me?"

"Wait a minute. I'll buy it for you and you try it." Qiao Shen said as he was about to go out.

Ding Jiaying was quickly pulled back and smiled apologetically: "I believe it, I believe it."

My ancestor, if this gentleman goes out at this time, with so many people around him, how will she explain if he gets hurt?

Thirty minutes later, the noise of the crowd outside gradually faded, the children's laughter became sparse, and Ding Jiaying had already drunk two cups of coffee.

She felt that it was almost time to leave, but Uncle Daping had been gone for so long and had not returned, so it didn't seem appropriate to leave Qiao Shen here alone.

Qiao Shen saw her concerns and said, "This is my territory. Uncle Daping is probably at the door now. You go first. The car should be able to drive out now."

Ding Jiaying still insisted on waiting until Uncle Daping came back.

Fortunately, Uncle Daping came back at this time, holding a little girl as cute as a snowball in his hand.

Ding Jiaying stood up to say goodbye, and the little girl greeted her softly.

The name of the school is written on her uniform: Xueye Elementary School, which sounds really nice.