The president is committing suicide

When Shen Cong came in, there was only a rhythmic sound in the boxing gym.

The boxing gloves hit the sandbag, making a short, powerful sound.

He looked expressionlessly at the sweaty man on the stage, his eyes as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.

Chen Mi had seen him coming a long time ago, but he continued to hit her, even harder.

"You need to find a coach to practice with before you can duel with me." Shen Cong didn't have the time to waste talking to him, nor was he interested in showing off with him.

Chen Mi also knew about this, so he skipped the small talk and said, "Thank you for letting me experience the boxing gym so that I don't have to wait for you at the door."

There was nothing much to say to each other, and polite words sounded like sarcasm.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"The coach of such a high-level boxing gym must be extraordinary. However, it's hard to say whether he is stronger than a boxer like you who used to fight in underground boxing, right?"

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, the visitor had bad intentions.

"Half and half."

Chen Mi restrained his expression and wiped the sweat off his face. He was not surprised that the man in front of him remained calm. As expected, money can make anything possible. Even those who are so suicidal and step on the bottom line of the law can live high and mighty.

This world really exists to disappoint people.

"Aying doesn't know what kind of person you are. She also doesn't know why you approached Aying. The false image of love you created and the persona you pretended to be of a loving, simple, and academic master are really disgusting."

Facing those words he said with gnashing teeth, Shen Cong suddenly smiled brightly, showing no fear: "A defeated general, saying something funny with empty teeth, makes people feel cheap."

"Shen Cong!"

Shen Cong walked slowly to the boxing ring and jumped in lightly.

"I'm here. No need to be so loud."

Chen Mi rushed over aggressively and threw a punch, trying to knock Shen Cong to the ground.

Shen Cong tilted his head slightly, stepped back and dodged.

Chen Mi couldn't control his strength and almost fell on the boxing ring.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, reckless man."

Chen Mi was furious: "I have been busy for the past few years. I have already investigated what kind of person you are. You are just torturing Aying to deal with me. What kind of man are you? How can you, a pest control worker in the gutter, be worthy of the bright moon in the sky!"

"Hehe." Chen Mi's collar was grabbed tightly, and he was lifted up from the ground. "I'm not worthy of you, so how can you be worthy of me?"

The smile on Shen Cong's lips turned evil, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his hands tightened mercilessly.

In his hands, Chen Mi's face gradually turned the color of liver, his facial features were squeezed together and trembling, ugly and stupid.

Chen Mi's feet were lifted off the ground, his breathing was blocked and he could not shout out a sound. The two hands hitting him posed no threat at all.

The weaker he struggled, the more pitiful he looked, as if his life was about to be lost here. The layers of anger that Shen Cong had aroused in his heart piled up together: "What a rubbish, a cowardly, inferior and fragile thing! Compare with me?"

"Shen Cong, kill me. Ah Ying will avenge me when she knows I'm back."

He couldn't make a sound, and it was almost a whisper, but it suddenly reminded Shen Cong of Ding Jiaying's care for him.

This person can disappear, can go far away, can go bankrupt and fail miserably, but he cannot die, especially not in his own hands.

Once you die, you become someone you can never get over.

Shen Cong is not that stupid.

He threw the person back to the ground angrily and straightened his clothes.

Chen Mi coughed violently, his ears buzzed, and the impact of blood returning to his head made him a little dazed. He was also afraid that Shen Cong really wanted to kill him.

But he was also sure of one thing, Shen Cong would not kill him, at least not now.

Of course, what he was afraid of was not himself, but Aying, and his position in Aying's heart.

Thinking of this, Chen Mi laughed out loud, accompanied by choking and coughing, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

"You'd better stay away from Aying, otherwise, I will make you enter a certain door and you will never be able to get out again."

Shen Cong didn't want to stay with him any longer. This kid thought he was smart. He came back to provoke me first. He just wanted to stir up trouble in front of Aying. I will accompany him to the end.

This was the first time that Ding Jiaying had to talk to herself in front of the camera, and she also had to busy herself with the messages on the screen to interact with everyone in a timely manner.

She was very nervous, afraid that she might say something wrong or inappropriate, even though Xiao Mimi had prepared various scripts for her.

Before the show started, she said she wanted to imagine herself chatting with a friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"But I don't have any friends at all, and they are not my friends. My real state is not to talk about how many CEOs my family has in a boring way."

Xiao Mimi rolled her eyes. "This is a job. It's about being 7% real and 3% embellished, and showing the side that the audience likes to see. Who cares how you talk to your friends at home, or whether it's your left foot or your right foot that's curled up on the sofa? It's just like putting on a suitable mask in necessary social occasions. Just think of it as acting. You can be more relaxed and even say things that you don't usually say in daily life."

Ding Jiaying didn't know whether she understood what Xiao Mimi said. She just treated the person sitting opposite her as a friend brought by Xiao Mimi. She was a little familiar but not that familiar. She could be more friendly but be careful about the limit.

After a live broadcast, just simply chatting about returning to work made her CPU and her face almost no longer belong to her.

She observed her colleagues' expressions nervously and found that it was not as bad as she had imagined.

"Boss Xiao, although this scene hasn't gotten very popular yet, many people in the comments below seem to like Boss Ding's current state more."

Xiao Mimi was a little surprised: "What's the point of liking it?"

"The audience said that Miss Ding now has the innocence and demeanor of a young lady, but she was a little soft before."

Xiao Mimi touched her chin and said, "The audience's eyes are really sharp now."

It's not a bad start anyway.

Ding Jiaying came over to listen and became even happier.

"The audience also said that Miss Ding now has a kind of happiness from the inside out on her face, which makes people happy. It's great to have girls living like this in the world."

Xiao Mimi frowned: "Are all netizens nowadays so considerate? In the past, there were a lot of anti-rich and sarcastic comments below. Xiaoqian? Did we buy fans for this live broadcast?"

Xiao Qian ran over after hearing the voice: "No, I'm not sure about Mr. Ding's status. This live broadcast is not promoted. I heard that you are going to resume the broadcast in a low-key manner."

It seems that the audience can't tell the difference between Ding Jiaying in the past and Ding Jiaying now, but most people seem to like her now because she has a younger mentality.

After getting this answer, Ding Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief. At least for the time being, she didn't have to think about such an awkward thing as pretending to be herself.