The president is committing suicide

"Is this a surprise for you?" She looked at him seductively.

Shen Cong's face was gloomy, and the vortex of the hurricane had already formed.

"Are you happy to send back the man that the woman who can act like a spoiled child and make you smile likes?"

Shen Cong glanced at the surveillance cameras around him.

The woman laughed unscrupulously: "I recognize this little woman. She is a die-hard fan of my artist Jiang Chengwu. There should be many opportunities for us to meet each other."

After she finished speaking, she waved and a car that had been not far away drove over.

"We'll meet again. Don't be sorry."

Shen Cong's hands were gripping the cart too hard, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

If there wasn't something more important tonight, he wouldn't have let her off so easily.

The car lights break through the night, silently cruising in the darkness. Because they have a goal, they are not so lonely.

On the contrary, it is a fiery and swift land, gently passing through the monotonous dreams of countless people, leaping forward.

He knew that she was waiting for him at home obediently, but he didn't know she was so obedient.

She curled up on the sofa like a soft little animal, breathing shallowly, feeling naturally at ease.

She completely entrusted herself to the safe environment, without any defense.

Shen Cong was a little careful and knew that she had asked Luo Yan about the flight information, but deliberately did not let him reveal it.

There is no other reason. This guy would get so nervous when writing a paper that he knows the DDL that he would not sleep for half a day or all night.

If I knew my flight time, I would probably wait for him to come back with my eyes open no matter how tired I was.

It was too late, and he couldn't bear to let her stay with him like this.

She wore a white pleated dress today, elegant and pure, like an angel.

Maybe it was because the weather was cold, so I remembered to put on an extra coat.

Shen Cong's kiss fell gently between her eyebrows, afraid of waking her up.

He had also fantasized about returning home and seeing the person he was waiting for running out like a little bird, and he would subconsciously open his arms to catch the person.

Even if she is not allowed to come, she will come even if she knows it. She is extremely willful.

She would hug his neck, wrap her legs around him, and strangle him until his blood was about to explode with happiness.

He just missed her so much, in a very specific way.

I miss her soft skin rubbing against my face, and the wet kisses that fell on my face without any reservation.

But it was good like this now. It was good for her to sleep peacefully in his arms.

Shen Cong took off his coat and carried the person to the bed.

He walked very slowly on the way, and the slight swaying made him feel that it didn't matter if the years were long.

That night, there was none of the passion that Ding Jiaying had imagined.

When I woke up and turned my head, I saw Shen Cong's silhouette right in front of me. I was surprised and couldn't help but scold the person in front of me.

He didn't say anything and didn't want to say anything more, but he kept his word and would come back when he said he would.

Ding Jiaying suddenly felt that this was her fate. No matter how long she had to live, she wanted to wake up peacefully in his arms.

This may seem a bit unlucky, but I just want to be with him for the rest of my life.

She traced his eyebrows and kissed him, then she hugged his waist and leaned closer to him while mumbling.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too tired recently, but Shen Cong didn’t wake up at all. It was just right for the two of them to sleep a little longer.

However, Ding Jiaying's peace did not last long.

She woke up in the swaying warmth, and in a daze she felt like a small black-sailed boat swaying in the creek.

"what are you doing?"

Ding Jiaying, who asked the question despite knowing the answer, was so weak that even her hands and feet were weak, not to mention the light question.

Shen Cong's beautiful eyes were filled with desire and joy, and his slightly sweaty skin made him even more sexy.

She seemed to hear these words in her ears: "To please you. Do you like it?"

She wanted to say she didn't like it, but she liked it so much that she felt like she was flying.

Unable to control my own happiness and impulses, I just wanted to sink into oblivion with him, and talking was a bit redundant.

The clouds have cleared and the rain has stopped. It is already afternoon.

Xiao Mimi had previously mocked herself for being unrestrained and saying that a short separation made one feel like a new marriage. Ding Jiaying even thought that this guy just deserved a beating.

It turned out that she just knew her inner nature as a woman too well, and she was insatiable. The more she did it, the more she loved it, and the more she loved it, the more she did it, forming a terrible cycle.

But the scary thing was not that she was 27 years old and honest about her feelings for Shen Cong, and even could respond to his tenderness in her sleep with ease. But she was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, his 22-year-old life seemed to have endless energy and could not be drained.

In the end, I am always the loser, collapsing into a ball, completely disgraced.

He sat on the bed and massaged himself from head to toe.

Ding Jiaying felt that her heart and liver were trembling, and the nerves in her brain were involuntarily tensed and throbbing slightly.

"Press it well, as agreed."

Shen Cong chuckled, feeling satisfied that she threatened him with her slightly hoarse voice.

Did she really find that her method was somewhat special?

Reluctantly, he moved his hand away and returned to the coccyx: "I'd better come up and press for you. If I press on the side, it's easy to press crookedly, and I can't use enough strength, and my hand will hurt."

Ding Jiaying swore that if it weren’t for the last sentence, she might not have been so soft-hearted as to let him find a comfortable position.

There will be no regrets, he is about to unlock new postures for himself.

"I will never believe you again." Ding Jiaying cried weakly, which only made the man in front of her more obsessed with her seductive and charming love.

"Aying, leave it to me. I will make you happy."

Ding Jiaying felt that this guy must have done it on purpose. He was taking advantage of the fact that the doctor had recently prescribed some birth control pills and had become unrestrained.

He gently rubbed her belly and cleaned it up, letting her fist fall on her chest because she was in the wrong.

"I heard it has some benefits, and it can improve your beauty."

Ding Jiaying blushed with embarrassment: "Shameless."

He also smiled and didn't say anything back.

How come a cold iceberg is so coquettish now? Have polar bears changed their nature or is the Earth's magnetic field messed up?

They played around all day and stayed at home without going anywhere.

The sun set again. Shen Cong and Ding Jiaying sat in the yard, looking at the afterglow not far away, snuggling up to each other and listening to the evening breeze blowing through the treetops.

Shen Cong wanted to ask, are you going to see Chen Mi? Is it tomorrow?

He was not sure how much Ding Jiaying loved Chen Mi when she was 22 years old.

If he wasn't clinging to her so tightly now, throwing away his self-esteem and using all means to act like a rogue to invade her time and space, would she leave?

Or, even if he did all this, when the day came for them to meet, all his efforts would be wasted?

Ding Jiaying didn't know he was afraid, she just felt that everything was just right now.