The president is committing suicide

Shen Cong is on a business trip and will be back in a few days.

Ding Jiaying knew about this, but Shen Cong still called her several times a day to say that he would go back early.

She spoke as if she was looking forward to his return all day long.

"I know, I know."

Ding Jiaying suppressed the upward curve of her lips and typed these words with her fingers.

Shen Cong looked at the simple words on the phone without a smile on his face.

Six words.

If I don't take the initiative to talk to her, she won't respond.

can not be like this.

This way she gets used to the days without me around.

Shen Cong knew he had to go back quickly.

"Mr. Shen is still very busy."

The soft voice should have made people feel relaxed, but it made Shen Cong feel a little annoyed.

"Our President Shen has always been so strict." The man next to him obviously didn't want his beauty to pay attention to Shen Cong.

The woman's slender white hand picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Shen Cong: "Mr. Shen, since you don't honor me with a meal, how about a drink and a chat?"

She tilted her head slightly and winked at him in what she thought was a cute way.

Shen Cong glanced at the man beside her and didn't want to cause any trouble: "I'm not drinking tonight. I believe Chairman Shen would be happy to have a drink with you."

"Mr. Shen is still so unromantic." The man laughed and pretended to be generous to help the lady out. "Let me accompany you to taste it."

The man beside her kept chattering about some rare wine he had in a wine cellar somewhere, but her eyes were still following Shen Cong's leaving back.

"Mr. Shen, isn't it a bad idea for us to leave so early?" Luo Yan followed Shen Cong's footsteps.

"We have already discussed what needs to be done. There is nothing wrong with it."

Shen Cong never stopped, so Luo Yan had to follow.

Shen Cong met Professor Hao, the dean of the School of Intelligence at the Technical University in the garden, and stopped to chat for a while.

In this moment, someone has an opportunity to take advantage of you.

Shen Cong frowned as he looked at the graceful figure standing beside him.

"Don't be so stingy. It won't cost you much for gas."

Luo Yan was a little embarrassed: "Boss Shen, this..."

The woman looked at them with a reckless smile and even had the time to wink at Luo Yan.

"Your driver looks pretty handsome."

Shen Cong got into the car without saying anything, and the woman followed him in.

Luo Yan almost dropped his jaw.

Then I started to worry about what would happen if my wife found out after I got back. Would there be another storm in the office building?

Headache.

"What are you daydreaming about? Drive." Shen Cong didn't look happy to Luo Yan who was a step slower.

Luo Yan hurried into the car.

An even more horrifying scene appeared in the rearview mirror.

The woman pinched Mr. Shen's face affectionately and said, "Why are you so mean to this handsome guy? Has Little Shen grown up to be jealous of others?"

It's a miracle that Mr. Shen didn't kick him off.

"What are you looking at? Drive your car properly." Shen Cong grabbed the woman's hand and threw her down.

The woman kept rubbing her hands, saying in a scolding tone: "You are already an adult, why are you still so careless? You are like a child, which girl will really like it?"

Shen Cong did not respond: "Please let me off at the intersection ahead, and you can take this young lady with you."

"No, it looks like you're avoiding me. How scary am I?" The woman covered her mouth and laughed, "Handsome, don't listen to him. It's on the way. We'll be there in ten minutes."

Then the woman whispered an address.

When Luo Yan heard this, he was like, wow, isn’t this just a joke on our President Shen?

The address of the hotel is the villa hotel in the manor we just came out of. It takes less than five minutes. It's just that now it's in the opposite direction.

Shen Cong showed no expression, neither saying yes nor no. Not saying anything meant he agreed.

Luo Yan now has to find a place to turn around in front and then go to that address.

In the quiet night, the woman flirted with Shen Cong lightly: "I heard that the girl is five years older than you. She is pretty, prettier than me."

Shen Cong remained indifferent.

"I'm still a little sad that I can't go to your wedding ceremony. Our relationship is so weak."

This woman is very determined. Even if Shen Cong doesn't respond, she doesn't seem to be angry and her tone is still so gentle.

"I know you come here every year, and the time is about the same. But I don't know what kind of fate it is that we have never met each other."

Shen Cong then said, "It has nothing to do with you."

The woman laughed quietly. He always separated them like this, leaving no relationship between them.

"You said it so bluntly. I haven't said anything yet."

Shen Cong interrupted her directly: "No need to say it, and no need to think about it."

The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the silence was frozen.

The vibration of an incoming call on the phone gives people a chance to breathe.

Shen Cong took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller note on it, and immediately ordered Luo Yan: "Stop the car."

He got out of the car neatly and closed the door: "Come pick me up after you send this lady back."

She pursed her red lips and felt that she should follow him, but the nickname of the caller flashed across the screen and she couldn't pretend not to see it.

Wife.

Shen Cong took a deep breath and quickly answered the call.

"What's wrong with Aying?" It's not even five o'clock now, and she should be asleep at this time.

At night, she slept like a child except for occasionally kicking off the quilt and mumbling.

He had stared at her face greedily countless times and was unwilling to fall asleep for a long time.

Ding Jiaying actually doesn’t have anything else to do, and her work is very fulfilling and tiring.

But for some reason, she missed him very much tonight.

She couldn't sleep like it was a normal day, because on normal days she always had him by her side.

He had never been away for so long.

"I miss you."

Unobstructed and open, just like a body of white water holding the moonlight, it just came out like this.

Shen Cong's tense expression softened all of a sudden, his eyes sparkling: "I miss you, too."

The two were silent for a moment, as if they were enjoying each other's breathing.

"It's not good to stay up late, you should go to bed early. Do you want me to tell you a story?"

Ding Jiaying burst out laughing: "I'm not a child anymore, what story do I need to tell?"

Shen Cong coaxed her for a while and told her an old story about the little prince, which was quite fragmented.

"Did you tell several stories mixed up?" Ding Jiaying giggled.

However, as she relaxed, she began to feel sleepy and finally fell asleep.

"Then will you come back tonight?"

Shen Cong originally planned to stay for three more hours, but now he wishes he could go back immediately.

He couldn't think about tomorrow, he just knew that Aying needed him and missed him very much now.

He was flustered and coaxed her gently: "Sleep a little longer, I will be back in the evening."

"Yeah." The voice on the other end was pleasantly surprised, but suppressed its own joy. "You should focus on your own business first. I know you are thinking of me."

The feeling of being expected by others was so tempting that Shen Cong's heart was filled to the brim.

"Don't worry about me. I'll have lunch with you tomorrow."

"So I have to take the lunch box home?"