The president is committing suicide

She was crying so hard that her eyes were wet. Shen Cong's anger suddenly turned into worry, and he wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her softly.

His fingertips touched her hair, but his hands remained on her back.

"What did Xiao Ruyi say to you?"

When Ding Jiaying heard an unfamiliar name, she looked at him in confusion with tears in her eyes.

He didn't like her crying, and at this moment he was even more dissatisfied with Xiao Ruyi who made Jiaying cry and then ran away.

Ding Jiaying was feeling extremely guilty and self-blaming for what she had done, and now the real culprit appeared in front of her, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, and thinking that she had sneaked out and made him worry, she said with a guilty conscience, "Are you angry?"

How could Shen Cong be angry with her? He was just uncontrollably frightened when he found out he was missing, and he exuded a cold and indifferent aura that kept strangers away.

Realizing that she might be scared, he quietly hid the anger between his eyebrows and restrained the distance he had towards others. Shen Cong smiled a little: "No. I'm just a little worried about you."

His face was really good-looking. No matter what his original purpose was in approaching Shen Cong, it now seemed that his appearance was within his own aesthetic range.

Unlike those popular stars who are too white, his skin exudes a natural luster and is evenly and tightly attached to his excellent bone structure. His eyebrows are deep and his nose is high. His eyes don't give people a chance to get close but make people want to take a closer look. The tail of his eyes is often not smiling, which makes people wonder who will be the reason for the slight curling.

Ding Jiaying's gaze stayed on Shen Cong's face longer than usual, and she didn't say anything, which made Shen Cong feel somewhat happy. Even if she didn't remember him, at least this appearance would be one of the reasons why she stayed by his side.

He never expected that there would come a day when he would have to care about his appearance to keep a woman.

People around were looking at him, and the waiter also noticed something strange.

A man in a suit and tie is holding a sad and crying woman. Anyone who sees this will have many associations.

"Miss, is there anything I can help you with? Is this gentleman your friend?"

Hearing the question from the visitor, Shen Cong's face darkened, especially when she saw the waiter standing beside her inconspicuously, she was on the verge of going crazy.

He could have confidently declared that he owned her and told everyone that he was her husband. But now he has forgotten that the person he didn't know was her.

No matter what the people around him in the secular world think, no matter how reliable the stamp on the certificate is, as long as Jiaying doesn't remember or admit it, Shen Cong can't just say it out loud. He wants her.

Seeing the two men remain silent, the waiter asked again, only looking at the man in front of him with a more wary look.

Shen Cong stood in front of Ding Jiaying, and the atmosphere became even heavier.

The waiter whispered in Ding Jiaying's ear: "Don't be afraid, miss. Do you need me to call the police for you?"

Ding Jiaying then realized how much misunderstanding she had caused to the people around her. Seeing many sidelong glances around her, she quickly explained: "Oh, I'm sorry, thank you for your concern. This person is... I know..."

What is the expectation in Shen Cong’s eyes?

What is your suspicion?

Ding Jiaying waved her hands in panic and explained: "No, no, no, I'm fine. This is my friend, a friend."

"Miss, don't be afraid. There are surveillance cameras all around here, and the nearest police station is only 500 meters away."

Shen Cong's increasingly gloomy expression and Ding Jiaying's flustered explanation made this young man feel like a hero. He firmly believed that he must have encountered evil in the world and he must fight it, otherwise he would not look manly enough.

"No, this is really my friend. I am not in any danger. I just talked about some sad things with my friend."

Now Ding Jiaying's words were meaningless. The young man turned a deaf ear to her and stared at Shen Cong with burning eyes, as if he would never let this matter go unless evidence was produced.

friend.

There was once a song that sang sadly: After ten years, love finally came to an end, and we could only be friends who nodded and passed by.

The word "friend" was like a white wind blowing through his heart, making Shen Cong feel like he was walking on a frozen lake.

"If this gentleman is a friend of this lady, do you have any circumstantial evidence?"

Even an unrelated person has to produce evidence to prove that he is qualified to stand by her side.

Shen Cong felt as if lead was weighing down his throat, and his heart was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

"This is her cell phone. She left it behind when she went out."

He held a cell phone in his hand, with a picture of Ding Jiaying on the screen. He then took out his own cell phone and called the phone, and the name displayed on the screen was Shen Cong.

Ding Jiaying reached out to take it, but the young man stopped her: "This only proves that the two phones are connected, it doesn't mean that this phone belongs to this lady."

Shen Cong placed his phone in front of Ding Jiaying with a blank expression and unlocked it instantly. He turned to look at the young man and asked, "Any other questions?"

The young man stood there awkwardly. Ding Jiaying took the phone and smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, young man. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. How much is it in total? Check out here."

Shen Cong said slowly at this time: "Don't rush to leave..."

Ding Jiaying quickly winked at the boy: "Oh, yes, you haven't eaten yet. We still need to eat something. Bring the menu over here, and take the cup away as well."

The young man was very smart. He used Ding Jiaying's steps to quickly pack up his things and leave.

Seeing that there was no further news and Shen Cong's stern face made people afraid to look at him any longer, the people around turned their heads away.

Shen Cong pulled the chair opposite and sat down, then turned his head quietly to look at the people and cars coming and going on the street without saying another word.

Ding Jiaying was restless. When she said they were friends, Shen Cong's sad eyes kept flashing in her mind. Although it was just a glimpse, it was hard to erase it from her mind.

What evil has been done?

A new guy came to take the order and serve the food. Ding Jiaying didn't know what he liked to eat and didn't dare to ask, so she had to make the decision on her own.

Finally, no one came. Ding Jiaying looked at Shen Cong, not knowing how to start.

Shen Cong looked at her deeply and sighed: "Eat."

Since Ding Jiaying woke up, Shen Cong had been anxious, gentle, and never this quiet. Somehow, Ding Jiaying felt that she could smell a scent of deep pain and despair.

She felt guilty and waited for him to question her, accuse her, and do many other things, even anger, but she had not expected a scene like this.

Two people sat on the busy street, eating a plate of smoked salmon salad and drinking a cup of bitter coffee.