The president is committing suicide

“President Shen, you are a cool person and a young entrepreneur.”

Aying threw a word to him when she stood up.

Shen Cong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She really didn't know how strong and overwhelming his desire for her had always been. Just once was far from enough.

But the little rabbit was already angry, and he should have known better after tasting a little sweetness.

Shen Cong didn't say anything and had to take care of it himself in the bathroom.

Unfortunately, his hand was also injured, and he looked particularly embarrassed this time.

Shen Cong begged Ding Jiaying for a long time before she reluctantly agreed to sleep with him at night, but they did nothing.

Ding Jiaying has become accustomed to Shen Cong's embrace. If she was not afraid that he would do something excited and break the wound, she would not have made such a request.

Shen Cong was quite obedient at night. He just kissed and hugged her and didn't do anything else.

When she woke up at dawn, Ding Jiaying could hardly open her eyelids.

Her body was sore and she was too lazy to move, not even to move her fingertips.

But as long as the sky doesn't fall and the earth doesn't crack, people still have to go to work.

She struggled to get up and staggered into the bathroom, where she was hugged by the refreshed man.

He was dressed decently, but his hands were very unruly. His slightly hot breath wandered behind my ears and neck: "Baby, did you miss me?"

Ding Jiaying just became alert, her body suddenly lightened, and she was carried to the sink.

The leaves that fell into the sea had no choice but to go with them.

She couldn't control her voice, as if everything had fallen out of control. Shen Cong seemed to be even more excited, working even harder to make her lose her mind.

She was very dissatisfied with the fact that her body was trembling with joy involuntarily at this moment. She could not control the pleasure from impacting her brain and making her make those sounds unconsciously.

Although she was very happy, although he really brought her to the top, although she had to admit that she liked it too.

But she still slapped him at the end.

She saw the blood on the gauze on his chest: "You are going to die!"

Ding Jiaying's legs and hands were shaking, and she bit her lips to prevent tears from falling.

There was a red spot on Shen Cong's face, and finger marks could be seen.

Ding Jiaying wanted to touch him, but Shen Cong grabbed her hand and held her in his arms forcefully: "Your man is very lucky!"

"No way."

"Okay. Why not?"

"Your injury."

"This injury is nothing. It won't delay me at all."

Shen Cong was forced into a corner and spoke very rudely.

Ding Jiaying's heart felt like it was heated by a branding iron, and also like it was carried into the air by a balloon.

She sometimes wondered if there was a bubble in the brain of these geniuses, in order to reassure herself that his life was not in danger.

He tried desperately to prove to himself that he was in great shape and could even do it a few more times.

This outrageous self-esteem is hard to accept.

"Scientific research has proven that doing a little bit of hospitable things in the morning can improve your appearance and prolong your life."

"Pseudoscience, you believe it too."

"Let's try."

"No."

"You're here, but I'm not. Come again."

This madman, perhaps his body is the least sick part of him.

After they finished fooling around, Shen Cong's clothes went straight into the trash can.

The two of them slept in each other's arms, feeling strangely calm inside.

The confusion and tension that Ding Jiaying had felt these days seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

It turns out that this is really a magical way to relieve stress?

Ding Jiaying, with her head buried in the pillow, really didn't have the strength to move a finger this time.

She was woken by the sound of water running in the bathroom, and before she opened her eyes, a kiss was placed on her lips.

His kiss tasted minty and fresh.

Ding Jiaying was a little scared and quickly opened her eyes.

Shen Cong found her alert and timid look funny, so he reached out and pulled the quilt over her.

Ding Jiaying saw how energetic he was and regretted her previous pity for him.

Being young means having good physical strength. He can heal so quickly after being stabbed. Is he a Super Saiyan?

Isn't it said that my 30s should be a very scary age? And this body has been working out all the time, why is it just a piece of crap in front of him?

There is such a huge gap in power now. Isn’t it a bit long for me to fight for my position in the family?

A cunning man who said he would listen to whatever he said.

Then why did he pretend not to hear when I shouted stop?

Shen Cong didn't want to stop. He didn't want there to be any chance that the person in his arms could be taken away by someone else.

He was repeatedly confirming whether she was happy around him and confirming his ability to give her joy.

He arrived at the hotel very early yesterday. He knew that Ding Jiaying would not like such social occasions, so he waited for her to come out in the garden.

As expected, she slipped out like a cat, but there was a person following her not too far behind.

He knew that man, the one who followed her around in the dance studio.

Although he concealed it well and seemed to be just being unreasonable, Shen Cong smelled the same kind of scent and alarm bells went off in his mind.

Qiao Shen, this man with a stunning appearance, has a cunning and persistent soul inside. He is perverse and indulgent. He will do anything to achieve his goals, regardless of the cost or time.

The time when he scared Ah Ying in the office in the middle of the night was because he wanted Shen Cong to misunderstand him.

If Shen Cong was an ordinary person, he would probably have an argument with Aying and there would be some rift between them.

But Shen Cong was not a normal person, he could endure it. Since he had identified the fox with ulterior motives, he would be a good hunter and would never give up the rabbit in his hand.

Not only will they not give up, they will also doubly pamper you and hold you tightly in their arms.

That day, Ding Jiaying came back from Xueye Primary School. He not only knew the time, but also knew how many routes she had taken and how many people passed by her car.

Of course Shen Cong knew Qiao Shen was there too. He was haunting her.

The scene of the two people standing by the water and looking at each other stimulated Shen Cong.

It’s not that they match in appearance, but that Qiao Shen is getting closer to his prey step by step, and A Ying has unknowingly become accustomed to his presence around her.

Ah Ying was not wary of him.

What's even more abominable is that the guy saw me and walked over to me arrogantly: "Mr. Shen, it seems that Aying didn't invite you to the party today."

It was obvious that their relationship was not that close, but this guy already knew how to say this on purpose to irritate himself.

Shen Cong said bluntly: "I am here to pick up my wife and I don't need to report to anyone."

"Mr. Shen was injured as well? Ah Ying accompanied me to the hospital that day and I think she saw you. Ah Ying is really a timid and kind girl. She was very nervous when I was injured so little. If she saw the way you looked at that time, she would have been scared."

"Then I have to thank you?"

"No, no, no, I just feel that living with you seems to be a high security risk. Ying would probably like a more stable life."

"Hmph. Don't worry about it."