The president is committing suicide

After finishing their meal, the two finally talked about that matter.

"Why did you sneak out of the hospital?"

Ding Jiaying didn't have the courage to repeat to Shen Cong what she had said to Xiao Mimi, and whispered: "It can't be considered sneaking out, I just walked out like this, yes, out for a walk."

Shen Cong had not left the hospital for a long time, and today was no exception. He just had an important meeting and could not leave or be interrupted. So he held a remote meeting in the suite next to Ding Jiaying.

But in just a moment, she disappeared.

Not enough time had passed, not enough for him to get over the fear of losing her.

Ever since he found out that she didn't recognize him, his half-hearted worry suddenly became heavy again. He was in a state of panic all day, fearing that one day she would leave without saying a word.

"Walk, walk, walk..."

Shen Cong put her hand on her forehead to cover her eyes. Where should she go? If he hadn't come, where would she want to go?

Ding Jiaying did not expect him to react like this, thinking that not showing one's emotions on one's face was a basic quality for a CEO.

But what about yourself?

During all the years I spent studying abroad, I always told myself not to show my vulnerability in front of others. But in just a few days, I have already cried several times in front of this younger brother who is much younger than me?

"I'm sorry. I...I'll tell you next time I come out. I'll definitely."

What am I talking about? Should I admit my mistake to him?

Shen Cong raised his face from between his fingers. His expression had returned to normal. All the violent and coldness had subsided like a calm lake.

"Then let's go back."

Ding Jiaying did not refuse, and dejectedly let him help her get into the car that had been waiting for a long time on the other side.

The scenery outside the car window quickly receded, and Ding Jiaying couldn't stop looking at those familiar and unfamiliar buildings and flowers.

"Oh, I haven't paid yet." Suddenly she remembered that she hadn't paid when she left just now.

Shen Cong was calm and composed: "It doesn't matter, I have already scanned the code and paid."

"Scan the code?" Ding Jiaying had never thought that now we can really do without cash or credit cards? This is simply the future of life. Ah, yes, now is the future.

Shen Cong saw her doubt and turned his eyes away: "Take out your phone."

"What for?" Although she was asking, Ding Jiaying still obediently handed the phone in her hand to Shen Cong.

Shen Cong put his finger on the screen and the phone turned on immediately. Ding Jiaying was surprised: "Isn't this my phone? How can you turn it on?"

"You fingerprinted me."

Shen Cong's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Ding Jiaying's ears. What was she saying about approaching Shen Cong with an ulterior motive? Wasn't this something that only a love-brained person could do?

Does your attitude change with your appearance?

Have I evolved to the point where I can do things against my will as if nothing happened in order to achieve my goals?

Several thoughts jumped back and forth, and when Ding Jiaying came back to her senses, she saw that Shen Cong's finger had jumped to the interface of a payment software.

"The password is."

Ding Jiaying nodded: "Yes, I understand. I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Shen Cong put the phone back in her hand and said solemnly, "Your phone was broken, and I didn't buy you a new one because I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it. I changed the screen, but it still works the same. But, in the future, no matter what happens, can you please not let me get through to you?"

Ding Jiaying nodded shyly while holding the phone: "I will definitely tell you next time I go out. If I don't call you, I will at least send you a message."

Shen Cong didn't say much, just nodded and looked out the window.

Ding Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and fell asleep in the car soon after.

"Lao Zhang, let's drive the car around the outer city."

"Yes."

When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.

Ding Jiaying was so comfortable that she almost rolled over on the pillow.

I sneaked out of the hospital without being troubled by anyone, met Xiao Mimi, and got my cell phone back. The world seemed to gradually become more spacious.

"Awake? Great, come over for dinner."

Ding Jiaying was startled when she heard this and turned away stiffly. Oh my god, doesn't this big CEO have anything else to do?

Three meals a day, always there. Even if she sneaks out for a while, she can be caught in time.

She didn't even suspect that Shen Cong had installed some kind of positioning system on her. It was as if he had installed a chip in her brain that could even tell her sleep quality.

After Shen Cong finished setting the table, he put his sleeves down and looked at Ding Jiaying.

Although he didn't say anything, she licked her lips and sat up slowly and resigned herself to her fate. He reached out to support her, and Ding Jiaying was so scared that she quickly stood up and jumped to the small round table.

Today's dishes are different from the bland ones in the past, there are some spicy and fragrant dishes.

Ding Jiaying still has a Chinese stomach. The salad she had at noon didn’t seem that filling, and she immediately felt hungry.

Her appetite was whetted and she ate with great enjoyment.

Shen Cong served her a bowl of corn and pork ribs soup, which was sweet and refreshing, just right.

She drank her soup and watched Shen Cong eat bite by bite. How could someone look so good while eating? The phrase "beauty to behold" was indeed a realistic word.

Shen Cong noticed her gaze, but pretended not to notice and ate slowly. When she finished her bowl of soup, he had also finished his meal.

The food on the table was taken away and Shen Cong prepared to leave as usual.

Ding Jiaying suddenly said, "Today's food is so delicious. I don't need to eat a bland diet. Does this mean I can be discharged from the hospital soon?"

Shen Cong, who was buttoning his sleeves, slowed down his movements and turned around to ask, "Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

“Which one is the best?”

"The shredded pork with green pepper is the best, the knife skills are delicate and the heat is just right, and the pepper is spicy enough. When I eat out, I always like to use sweet peppers for this dish, which has no flavor at all."

"Well. How about this stir-fried chicken?" Shen Cong suppressed the smile that was spreading from the corner of his mouth and continued to ask.

She thought about the taste in her mouth and said, "The chicken is very tender, and the ginger is used well. But the heat is not enough, and the outer layer of skin is not burnt and sticky. The chef probably doesn't cook this kind of dish often."

"Oh, I'll ask him to improve it." Shen Cong sat down, picked up the knife at hand and started to peel a sweet pear.

Ding Jiaying shook her head: "No need."

"why?"

"This is a hospital, not a restaurant. It's not easy to make these in the kitchen. Don't be too demanding. There are patients here, and the food is bland. Learning this won't be of much use. Don't bother me."

"It's not a big deal, just eat it if you like."

"No, I want to ask if I can be discharged from the hospital earlier? Then I don't have to embarrass the cook here."

"Eat a pear." Ding Jiaying waited eagerly for Shen Cong's answer, but instead received a peeled pear.

"It's not difficult. A cook's duty is to cook good food." Shen Cong wiped his hands and signaled her to eat quickly, "It's delicious."

"Shen Cong!" Ding Jiaying was a little anxious and called him by his full name to express her protest.

As soon as I opened my mouth I realized that I was calling him so fluently. I was obviously very angry, but why did my tone sound like I was acting coquettish?

When he heard her calling him, Shen Cong stopped wiping his hands. It seemed like the wind was blowing through his bangs, and he replied softly with his eyelashes fluttering, "It's me."