The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying told Shen Cong that she would be back late, so she couldn't go back so early.

But Xiao Mimi disagreed with her staying in the company, saying that if she didn't leave, her colleagues would not dare to leave, and this would ruin the atmosphere of the company.

Our company’s policy is to avoid overtime if possible. That little money is not enough to pay for our medical treatment.

There was no other choice, so Ding Jiaying had to go shopping in the nearby shopping malls for a while, and then find a cafe to sit down and have a cup of coffee.

I accidentally saw a car on the street and felt like I had seen it somewhere.

Soon she realized that her intuition was correct. Xiao Yunzheng and Gao Liuzi, two women she knew but thought would have no connection with each other, sat in the car together.

What is the connection between the two of them? Xiao Yunzheng's brother's ex-girlfriend?

Then why did Ding Jiayin look so familiar to her?

Ding Jiayin, Xiao Yunzheng, Gao Liuzi? Ding Group, Xiao Group, Haosheng Group?

But can Gao Liuzi really influence Haosheng Group's decision?

The red light quickly turned green, and soon their taillights could no longer be seen.

It was dark for a long time and Ding Jiaying had to go home.

Seeing people from afar, she silently slowed down her pace.

His white shirt looked so soft under the dim light that I had the illusion that he was still a teenager.

He's good, he's so good.

What Ding Jiaying couldn't understand was why she always felt uneasy when she was happy. It seemed that she didn't deserve happiness so easily. Why did she get the chance to have all the good things in the world?

I gritted my teeth and pretended nothing was wrong, but I couldn't control my steps as I got closer to the anxiety in my heart.

What is this? Didn't we agree to accept each other openly and fearlessly, and be good to him and to ourselves?

Everything in the world can be solved with just three sentences: It’s none of my business, it’s none of your business, and it’s none of his business.

Isn't it the same between us?

Of course Shen Cong saw her and was keenly aware of her mood swings.

He resisted the urge to hug her and waited quietly for her to come closer.

When I got closer, I found that there seemed to be mist in Ding Jiaying's eyes.

Before Shen Cong gave up on her, he warned himself to approach her carefully and not to scare her. He took two steps at a time and pulled her into his arms.

"What happened to the company?"

His calm voice contained a lot of worry.

However, Ding Jiaying was unable to express her petty thoughts, so she could only put her arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest.

He became even more anxious: "Or is there something wrong with my sister?"

If not the company and friends, then it must be family?

Shen Cong could only guess, with a slight frown on his face.

"I'm hungry." Ding Jiaying sighed, and her breath was filled with his scent, which made her feel at ease.

This is a evasive answer, but it is an answer in some ways.

Shen Cong didn't dwell on the question she didn't want to answer. Since she said she was hungry, then she was hungry.

He held her hand and smiled gently, "Little greedy cat. We made a lot of delicious food at home today. You will definitely be able to eat enough."

Ding Jiaying raised her face, and there was no trace of sadness on it.

"Okay. But all my efforts to lose weight these days will be wasted."

Shen Cong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Just do some exercise at night. I'll accompany you."

He spoke in a very serious expression without a trace of joking, but Ding Jiaying couldn't help but let her imagination run wild and her face turned red for no reason.

It was getting late, and Ding Jiaying, with a belly full of coffee, was now eager to warm her stomach with food.

While eating, she casually said that the cold noodles Mulan brought at noon were really delicious, but she was too embarrassed to take a bite of the dry bread with smoked salmon.

Shen Cong stood up and went into the kitchen, chopping onions and frying garlic, busying himself with a lot of noise.

Ding Jiaying was chewing something and was about to go into the kitchen to see if anyone needed help, but she was ordered to stand outside and not to step in.

It's really hard not to be moved when seeing the man busy and diligently preparing a meal for me.

Shen Cong's white shirt today was very loose and casual in style, revealing his fair neck, and he looked calm and at ease, which aroused people's imagination.

The apron had no halter neck, so he casually tied it around his waist, where the loose shirt was gathered to make the lines look better.

His hands were slender and deft, and he expertly picked out the ingredients he needed from the many spices. His slightly pursed lips made his profile even more attractive, and what was even more eye-catching was his focused look.

Ding Jiaying was so useless that she forgot to chew and just followed him without blinking.

Suddenly, that handsome face came closer, and Ding Jiaying's breath stagnated: "What?"

"Open your mouth."

Ding Jiaying obediently swallowed the food in her mouth and opened her mouth. Suddenly, the world seemed to jump: "It's delicious!"

Shen Cong raised his head proudly: "Of course, this is the secret formula you developed."

Am I so powerful?

Ding Jiaying raised her eyebrows and applauded herself wildly in her heart.

"Okay, come and eat." Shen Cong turned around and brought a plate of cold noodles from the kitchen.

Ding Jiaying followed behind him happily like a carefree puppy.

He put down the plate, and she had already automatically followed with her chopsticks.

As she chewed the food in big mouthfuls with a satisfied look on her face, the corners of Shen Cong's mouth involuntarily curled up, and he stood by and waited for an opportunity to wipe the soup from the corners of her mouth.

"Really? He eats like a little kid." Shen Cong muttered softly.

Ding Jiaying didn't hear it. She was worried that she had already eaten too much and had only a little bit of cold noodles left that she couldn't finish.

What a waste, what a sin.

She touched her belly and sighed.

A hand reached out from the side, dragged the plate in front of her, and started eating naturally.

“I…”

I've eaten this.

"Don't waste it." Shen Cong seemed to know what she was thinking.

Ding Jiaying's heart softened and a sweet smile appeared in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

All the tangled things in my heart were blown away by the wind.

This person understands me so well.

After eating, with the chopsticks placed on the table, Ding Jiaying lazily held his hand and walked seriously nearby to digest the food.

But the amount of exercise in walking is never enough to digest the day's overeating.

Shen Cong has a better idea.

So the door of the master bedroom, the desk lamp on the desk, the low cabinet at the head of the bed, and the bathroom countertop are all put to good use.

The slight chill of autumn can be completely ignored here.

The heat waves came in waves, and the suppressed tiny sounds were ignited by the sparks that fell sporadically on the skin.

The tiny sparks ignited the field in my heart, burned out, and melted into a pool of boiling liquid.

"Wait...slow down..."

"No."

Arrogant and unreasonable.

Ding Jiaying only had time to think about these four words before she was quickly dragged in.