The president is committing suicide

As the day of the board meeting drew closer, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Qiao Shen did not tell the truth. He had several accounts acting in concert, and the shares of Ding Group that he controlled were far more than what was seen.

But the other person was determined not to be with her, and there was nothing she could do.

After all, Ding Jiaying has only a superficial relationship with him, so why should she help him?

"Madam, have you been coming home so late recently?" When Shen Cong returned home again, Ding Jiaying had not returned yet.

The housekeeper noticed that he was in a bad mood and felt uneasy: "Madam has called back and said that she will be back late because she has to work overtime tonight."

"Overtime?" Recently, Xiao Mimi's company's business volume has not increased and the business scope has not expanded. She didn't have to work overtime in the past, so why does she have to work overtime now?

lie.

"Yes." The housekeeper sensed that a storm was about to break out, and hurriedly said, "Madam should be back soon. I'll take the food downstairs and keep it warm until Madam comes back."

Mr. Shen is not an employer with many demands, but he is indeed an employer with a bad temper.

But he is still a gentle person in front of his wife.

In the past, even if his wife didn't come back, he would wait for her.

Sure enough, when Shen Cong mentioned Ding Jiaying and thought about the fact that she had not eaten, he felt heartbroken.

He waved his hand to let the butler go down.

Ding Jiaying did not work overtime today, but went to see her sister.

My sister was a little too calm. She said we should do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Ding Jiaying didn't understand. It was obvious that someone had bad intentions, so why should we just leave it to fate?

The Xiao Group was able to harm the Ding family, their in-laws, so how could they pretend to be charitable to the outside world?

She was a little depressed. Maybe it was because she had too little experience. She could only watch her sister face it alone. She couldn't even understand what her sister was doing.

During those missing years, the lost memories must contain experiences and perspectives about these things.

She began to hate the car accident she had been in again.

The world outside the car receded, and the street lights seemed to be floating. She was like a lone star floating in the world, and thousands of meteorites flew over her like a flock of birds, heading for the blue planet she loved the most.

She was very anxious, but could not offer any substantial help.

On the way back, she just wanted Shen Cong to be by her side. He was so smart and should know what to do.

The lights in the house were unexpectedly on, and the person she had just missed in the car was standing in the most conspicuous place waiting for her.

When the car door opened, she threw herself into his arms.

Shen Cong hugged her, his heart skipping a beat: "What's wrong? What happened?"

The undisguised nervousness in his voice was the best comfort to Ding Jiaying. She breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay. I missed you so much."

"what?"

"I missed you a lot when I was at work today, and I missed you even more when I got off work. Just now in the car, I thought I still wouldn't see you today, and I would have to wait for you to come back home. Maybe I would fall asleep and still not be able to wait for you to come back, and I would be a little sad. But I saw you as soon as I got off the car. I am very happy."

As Shen Cong listened, he was surrounded by her tenderness and couldn't help but fall into her expectations.

"I missed you too. You haven't eaten yet, let's go and eat together."

"Are you waiting for me?"

"correct."

He took her hand and walked into the house and sat at the dining table.

The dishes came up one after another and Ding Jiaying ate happily.

When she was happy, Shen Cong was very happy.

But he knew that she missed him so much today because she must have encountered something unsolvable or something very troubling.

He was smiling and accompanying her, but she never said a word.

He listened to her and never interfered in her affairs or got involved in the Ding family's troubles.

That was what he was waiting for, waiting for her to be willing to rely on Shen Cong once.

The two of them snuggled together after dinner, like two bored teenagers playing with each other's fingers.

"You are worried about something." Shen Cong couldn't help but speak.

The smile on Ding Jiaying's face froze, and she put down Shen Cong's finger unhappily: "It's boring. I see it, can you please not say it out loud?"

She turned her head away, refusing to look at Shen Cong.

Shen Cong refused to give up and chased after her face to face, kissing her eyebrows, eyes and hair.

"Don't do that, it's itchy." Ding Jiaying was teased to the point of helplessly turning around, panting with tears in her eyes.

Shen Cong almost wanted to surrender and drown in this small ocean, but he held back and deliberately asked the question: "You are worried about something."

Ding Jiaying was a little angry and pushed his shoulder: "You ask even though you know the answer."

"I don't know." Shen Cong pressed her.

"You!" The person in front of her was bullying her, even he was bullying her.

When I thought of this, I suddenly felt a soreness in my nose, I couldn't speak, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Shen Cong immediately let go of her hand and asked in panic, "What's wrong? Did it hurt you? Your hand? Can you move it?"

He nervously checked her elbows and wrists: "How is it? Is this okay?"

As a result, Ding Jiaying cried even louder.

There was no other way, so Shen Cong just picked her up and took her to the hospital.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let's go to the hospital to find Lao Liu."

Ding Jiaying put her hands around Shen Cong's neck and said in a vague voice: "My hands are fine, I won't go to the hospital."

"That won't do. You're crying like this." Shen Cong frowned.

"What's wrong with me crying for a while? What's wrong with crying? Which law says people are not allowed to cry?" Ding Jiaying shouted anxiously.

So embarrassing.

But she was crying and it was impossible to stop crying. Ding Jiaying was so annoyed.

Shen Cong held her in his arms, as if he was holding a crying kitten with snot and tears streaming down its face and its claws bared.

"Okay, okay, go ahead and cry. There is no law that forbids people from crying. Even if there is such a law, we will change it."

One should pamper his own baby, and Shen Cong would not bear to say a single harsh word even when he was yelled at.

He held her in his arms and rocked her gently like a lousy nanny holding a baby.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help laughing, and the big snot bubble burst on her face without caring about her image.

"Stop, stop."

Shen Cong obeyed and put some distance between the two of them: "What's wrong?"

Another snot bubble appeared, and Shen Cong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ding Jiaying punched his shoulder with her little fist: "Still looking! Bring me some paper!"

Shen Cong quickly brought it to her and squatted in front of her waiting for her to calm down.

"Will you allow me to help you with something?" he asked tentatively.

As the president of a large group, he has the final say. He humbly asked her for permission to help her when she wanted to speak.

"You don't have to be like this." Ding Jiaying wanted to say that you don't have to be so obedient.

Shen Cong looked up at her red eyes and said, "I just want to listen to you. I will do what I promised you."