The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying walked very fast, but it took her five minutes to reverse out.

Qiao Shen stood in front of the surveillance camera and looked at the screen, almost laughing out loud.

"Just let them go like that?" Uncle Daping suddenly appeared.

Qiao Shen reached out and pushed the man's head away: "Don't try to get close to me, this is my private matter."

"Private matter? You brought it to the ancestral home, and you still say it's a private matter? It's almost a family event, right?" Uncle Daping is not easily fooled.

Qiao Shen turned his head and smacked his lips, "I just want to see how stupid people can be. Don't think that just because he's ten years older than me, he's really my uncle. What about Sister Meili? Is that what you call Sister Meili? That's my Sister Meili, who's four years younger than you!"

Being interrupted by this, Da Ping's slightly dark face flushed suspiciously: "Why are you so serious? Can't you just follow the neighbors and call them?"

"Are you afraid that if I call you uncle, you will be of a different generation, which will make things difficult in the future?"

"..."

"Why did you leave?"

"I still need to help Ateng with his homework."

"Don't run away."

Ding Jiaying managed to drive out of the narrow road with difficulty. She was sweating all over her forehead and her back was a little sore.

"This guy must have done it on purpose. There are so many places to go but he had to come here."

Shen Cong sent a message an hour ago asking her what she was doing. I guess someone in the hospital told him something.

Ding Jiaying did not think of hiding it and said that she had sent Qiao Shen back.

Shen Cong on the other end of the phone asked her to keep in touch and come back early.

Ding Jiaying knew that this was out of her usual caution and vigilance. Regardless of whether it was Qiao Shen or not, as long as it was an unfamiliar person, she should be extremely alert.

In fact, driving alone into an unfamiliar community with mixed people like she did today is already a dangerous behavior.

Although it is impossible for all people to be bad, we should avoid using our wealth and lives to verify whether human nature is inherently good or evil.

It was just past four in the afternoon, which was still very early, but Ding Jiaying seemed to want to see Shen Cong at home as soon as possible.

But after dinner, all he received was a message asking him to go to bed early.

Ding Jiaying took care of her work and watched a movie for a while, but Shen Cong still hadn't come back.

After washing up, she lay on the bed reading a book, wanting to see what time this guy was going to come back even though he clearly knew she was waiting for him.

What was so important that he wanted her to come back early, but he was out so late?

Finally, after the handwriting on the book gradually blurred and her upper eyelid tried several times to catch up with her lower eyelid, she finally heard the sound of a door opening downstairs.

Ding Jiaying suddenly opened her eyes, thought for a moment and decided to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.

The sound of the doorknob and the subtle click of the door lock reached her ears, and the footsteps were so light that she could feel his breath.

Suddenly, he turned off the lights.

Yes, he must have thought he was asleep.

Just right.

Ding Jiaying opened her eyes in the dim room and looked towards the door.

A hazy figure swayed, and he went to the bathroom to wash up.

Soon, she felt the mattress beside her sink, and a familiar embrace came over her. It didn't hold her tightly like before, but just rubbed against her face, like a kitten seeking comfort.

Although this metaphor is somewhat inappropriate, Ding Jiaying couldn't help but feel a sense of pity in her heart.

He seemed very tired. He sighed, leaned against Ding Jiaying and quickly fell asleep.

Ding Jiaying listened to his steady breathing in amazement, and her nose felt even more sour. This guy seemed to be so tired that he looked really pitiful.

She quietly put her nose into the quilt, not wanting her tears and nasal sounds to wake up the sleeping person.

Soon, she discovered something was wrong. There was a strong smell of disinfectant and blood in the quilt.

he got hurt?

Ding Jiaying's body trembled, and she resisted the urge to pull back the quilt.

She stood stiffly in the darkness, listening to Shen Cong's breathing, and confirmed that he had fallen asleep. Everything in front of her eyes gradually faded away, and the unknown in the darkness gradually revealed her familiar outline.

Reaching out for her cell phone on the bedside table, she quietly crawled under the quilt and turned on the flashlight on her cell phone.

He was wearing long-sleeved, long-pants silk pajamas today, and there was nothing unusual about his exposed fingers and wrists. But the smell at the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and it couldn't be deceived.

Ding Jiaying carefully reached out her hand and touched him, and sure enough, through his pajamas, she felt gauze near his ribs.

Not sure if it was too painful, Shen Cong groaned.

Ding Jiaying quickly withdrew her hand, held back the tears in her eyes, and poked her head out from under the quilt.

He slept restlessly, his hands groping around.

Ding Jiaying turned off the flashlight, held Shen Cong's hand, and moved closer to him.

The two people snuggled together, their breathing frequencies converging.

The next day, Shen Cong suddenly woke up. He looked around and saw that there was no one on the pillow next to him. He felt relieved when he felt the warmth next to him.

In order not to make her worry, I came back very late yesterday.

No, if Aying had gotten up so early today, would she have seen the injuries on her body?

Shen Cong hurried downstairs, but Ding Jiaying was not in the restaurant.

"Sir, my wife said the company is busy lately and she has already left for work."

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Anything else to say?"

"The wife said she will wait for the husband to have dinner in the evening."

He was confused, did he know it or not?

"Got it. You can go down. Ask the chef from Xinhe to come and make it. Ask Madam to taste it."

Ding Jiaying is certainly not a stupid person. Shen Cong would never think that she would not be able to find any clues to such obvious injuries.

The most unbearable thing for two people to get along with is to treat each other as a fool.

Ding Jiaying was waiting, waiting to know when Shen Cong was going to let her know the truth.

I felt a bit absent-minded throughout the entire work day.

Sheng Mulan came in to thank her, but she was absent-minded.

"Boss Ding, Boss Xiao said that this time it was all thanks to you. I really don't know how to repay you."

Ding Jiaying did not reply, but stared blankly at the document in front of her.

Sheng Mulan didn't know what was wrong with what she said just now that made President Ding not even look at her.

The momentary silence made the atmosphere very awkward.

"Then you go ahead and do your work, Mr. Ding. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Ding Jiaying answered reflexively: "Oh, OK."

Sheng Mulan left the office with a depressed look on her face.

"Boss Xiao didn't get angry even though he caused such a big disaster yesterday. Is he really waiting for Boss Ding to personally kill him today?"

"If we scratch Qiao Shen's skin, we'll be exposed by Mr. Xiao. How can we have such a good life?"

"Li Guang is indeed not as good as Li Guangli..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You compare yourself to a general every day. Where is the small court? Go to work."

Xiao Qian knew that this group of people were just good at talking, and no one except Kuang Zheng had any bad intentions. Seeing him secretly watching and thinking in his mind was really funny.