The president is committing suicide

When Xiaoqian saw Ban Ding Jiaying for the first time, she hurried out of the company.

Sheng Mulan was clearing the documents on her desk. She was very efficient, and she completed the forms quickly and well, and she usually left work at a normal time.

"Xiao Sheng, do you know why President Ding is in such a hurry?" Kuang Zheng came to her with ill intentions to inquire about the news.

"Boss Ding, is there something going on at home?" Sheng Mulan didn't know why she asked, but Kuang Zheng seemed to be a key figure in the company, having been in the company for a long time, and was considered a veteran. Moreover, Kuang Zheng looked handsome, even a bit unruly like an artist, so she answered politely.

Is there something going on at home?

Kuang Zheng rolled his eyes and extended an olive branch: "You have been in the company for a short time and have helped me a lot. We are having a group dinner tonight, so you can come along and get to know each other and have some fun. Don't worry, we don't drink alcohol, we only eat meat."

Although Sheng Mulan was brought in by CEO Xiao, she actually didn't get any special care. She had also heard about the relationship between her and CEO Ding that was widely circulated among colleagues, but she didn't explain it specifically. If she could actively integrate into this company, she might not have to change jobs. Besides, a company that could cooperate with Qiao Shen should have a future, at least much better than the company of the senior brother who tricked her into drinking.

They quickly reached an agreement and went out together.

Xiaoqian watched all this coldly. The two of them didn't know who was the mantis and who was the cicada.

The little episode in the office did not arouse any interest in Ding Jiaying. She was anxious to go home to see how Shen Cong was doing.

He seemed anxious to explain himself, showing the gauze on his hand: "I'm fine, I just cut my hand yesterday. Look, they bandaged it pretty well, right?"

Ding Jiaying believed in her sense of smell. The size of the wound corresponding to the smell of blood could definitely not be the one on her hand.

He is lying.

Ding Jiaying felt angry and wronged for being pushed away. She felt that she and the man in front of her were almost opening their hearts to each other, but he was hiding things from her.

Today is this matter, but who knows what shocking event will happen tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

She is not a flower in a greenhouse. She is not allowed to do this or that thing and is not curious about the person who has been admonishing her for more than 20 years. She just wants someone who is frank and with whom she can laugh in the rain.

She was thinking of Shen Cong.

Obviously, Shen Cong didn't think she was.

She almost clenched her fist and greeted his smiling face: "Do you want me to find it myself?"

Ding Jiaying rarely looks so serious. She doesn’t look like a girl in her early twenties, but more like a helmsman who can control the wind and rain.

Shen Cong walked up to her, held her arms with both hands, and sighed helplessly: "Well, why don't we eat first, and I'll tell you everything later."

"No. Say it now." Ding Jiaying was very persistent.

Shen Cong put his face close to her ear, and Ding Jiaying felt a surge of heat: "Do you have a fever?"

He said pathetically, "Yes. I worked all day today and only had breakfast."

"Then let's eat first." Ding Jiaying took his uninjured hand without saying anything and went to eat.

The food prepared by the chef today was very exquisite and delicious. But Ding Jiaying really couldn't muster the energy to appreciate it, and her eyes were all on Shen Cong.

Shen Cong was enjoying his success. He enjoyed Ding Jiaying's attentive gaze and leisurely enjoyed the delicious food.

Although the taste in my mouth was a little bland due to the fever, it became even more delicious with Ding Jiaying's care.

After finally finishing the meal, Shen Cong couldn't resist the look of Ding Jiaying's wet eyes that seemed ready to shed tears on her gloomy face.

He took her hand and walked outside, thinking of taking a walk in the yard.

"Put it on!"

She threw a coat at him in a fierce tone.

Shen Cong put it on obediently without any hesitation.

"Don't cry."

Shen Cong wanted to reach out to wipe her tears, but she dodged him.

He said it was a minor injury, but Ding Jiaying knew it was not. If it was a minor injury, how could he fall asleep as soon as he fell on the bed, and not even know that she cried secretly when she checked his wound at night?

"What's going on?" She insisted on asking her question, determined to get a real answer that was not perfunctory.

She didn't care about the danger, the heartache, the fear, the worry, and these excuses. She just wanted to know the truth.

The truth means that there is nothing to hide between each other, and the two become the closest connection, even beyond blood and love.

Maybe this idea is naive, maybe this idea is a bit too stubborn.

But at this moment, in this moment, the two of them were standing under the moonlight, and she only wanted this answer.

Shen Cong was not a person who did not know how to read people's faces, especially the people he cared about the most.

Of course he knew what he should say to make her feel at ease, but could he say it? Should he say it?

"I just got my hand stabbed by a broken plate while eating last night."

He tried to speak calmly, but sure enough, he saw that Ding Jiaying's face looked quite ugly.

Ding Jiaying took a step forward and poked Shen Cong in the ribs.

The sudden pain made Shen Cong unable to hide his wrinkled face.

"Now that Lord Shen Cong is so approachable, you have to clean up a broken plate in the restaurant yourself. You were seriously injured while cleaning it up, and your chest was even wrapped in gauze?"

Shen Cong stretched his back with difficulty, and looking at the domineering Ding Jiaying, he actually laughed.

His smile made Ding Jiaying even angrier: "What? You can't fool people anymore and you're ready to throw the jar into the ground?"

"It's all because of the people in that company who have bad drinking habits. Not only did they break the plates, they also broke the bottles. The bottle fragments..."

Ding Jiaying interrupted: "Did they also smash the soup bowls? There shouldn't be many intact things left on the table? How come the police haven't been called in with such a big scene?"

He looked at her seriously furious face, lowered his head and suppressed his smile: "Yeah, I wonder too."

"What kind of person is that!" Ding Jiaying was so angry at her words that she burst into tears.

Shen Cong had not expected this to happen, and hurriedly tried to comfort her: "It's just that person who is not good!"

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you. It's you! It's you! You just bully me!"

Ding Jiaying angrily swung her hand and slapped Shen Cong to the ground.

In fact, she didn't use much force on her hands, but Shen Cong fell to the ground, covering his wound and looking even more painful.

"How are you? Are you in pain? Did the wound open?"

"I am fine."

With just one sentence, Ding Jiaying's tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"I'll ask the housekeeper to come and see you, and find a doctor for you... The gauze is bleeding..."

Shen Cong was very pleased with her revealed heartache and panic tenderness. Although the wounds on his body were indeed painful, he still didn't want the housekeeper to ruin the current atmosphere.

And he had already told him not to show up no matter what happened after dinner.

So, no matter how much Ding Jiaying shouted, no one would show up.

"I'm fine." Shen Cong held her hand tightly, "I won't feel any pain when you're by my side."

"Nonsense, bullshit!" Although Ding Jiaying said this, she did not move.