The president is committing suicide

At Ding Jiaying's bedside, the master of the Shen family told his son that love is not a good thing, it is all illusory and unrealistic fantasy, as hazy and unrealistic as clouds. He told him not to take it too seriously, because it will come and go suddenly anyway.

But he married three times without hesitation. His last wife seemed to be only seven or eight years older than Shen Cong, and the marriage was a grand affair.

Ding Jiaying didn't know what the old man was going to say to her later, and she probably couldn't get out of that outline.

"Young Madam, please wait a moment. The master will be here soon."

What a familiar line.

Ding Jiaying is no longer a child, and this is not the first time she has seen such a scene of intimidation.

I can only say that this behavior is really childish.

Those who care about this matter think it is a show of power and will be anxious and worried. For those who don't care, it just means they have more time to appreciate the famous paintings in the living room and eat cakes.

Ding Jiaying is no longer the Ding Jiaying who has never seen the world. Unfortunately, she has grown a little bit of brains.

If there is anything that must be said to Ding Jiaying alone, it would be difficult to say it in front of Shen Cong.

If there is something that cannot be said in front of Shen Cong, it must not be something good, at least it is something that Shen Cong would not agree with.

Shen Cong doesn't care about or like either of them, so Ding Jiaying naturally doesn't need to care about them, or even take them seriously.

The tea was changed again and again, and Ding Jiaying was already full, but Mr. Shen still didn't show up.

It seemed that no one was restricting her personal freedom, but her request to walk around the yard was rejected.

The reason is that Mr. Shen will be here soon.

Helplessly, Ding Jiaying sent a message to Chen Mi saying that she could not go to the appointment.

As a result, the person on the other end called her immediately, as if he was waiting by the phone for her news.

"Did he not let you come?"

These were the first words between them.

Although he did not mention any names, Ding Jiaying keenly realized that he was talking about Shen Cong.

She felt inexplicably disgusted by such questioning.

"What?" Ding Jiaying responded coldly, pretending that she didn't understand.

"Is it that Shen Cong doesn't let you out?" Chen Mi's voice and anxiety made Ding Jiaying feel a little unfamiliar due to the time and space.

Time has left its definite traces, making the people in memory have something different.

She was even a little confused. Would Chen Mi really speak to her like this?

Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong just confirmed last night that they would trust each other and stay together: "Although I don't know why you said that, or what misunderstandings there are between you. But my husband never stopped this."

"He is afraid of us meeting." said Chen Mi.

Ding Jiaying felt that it was inappropriate to say that, at least it was inappropriate for him to say that: "He respects me very much. It's really that I have something urgent to do and can't go back now."

"You two are together, right?" Chen Mi asked back.

Ding Jiaying felt that it was not appropriate to talk about these things with a friend she had not met yet, and this Chen Mi gave people a very strange feeling. Could it be that she had met a scammer or someone with a quirk?

"No. We'll talk about this later."

The housekeeper looked at the other side of the strange reaction, and Ding Jiaying wanted to end the call as soon as possible.

Was someone contacting me pretending to be Chen Mi? But the voice did sound a bit similar.

Ding Jiaying hung up the phone anyway. The person on the other end seemed a little annoyed.

Could it be that the reason Xiao Mimi didn't allow herself to contact Chen Mi was because he had mental problems?

Chen Mi called several times in succession, and Ding Jiaying answered each time.

The phone rang again, and Ding Jiaying was considering turning it off.

I took out my phone and saw that it showed my husband.

His tone was tense and unfriendly: "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Ding Jiaying's heart, which had been irritated just now, felt as if it had been stroked by a soft touch: "It's okay. I'm just drinking tea."

"Can we go home now?"

Brother, I want to go home too. Aren't we being held here now?

It started to rain outside, and the raindrops hitting the ground brought up a familiar earthy smell. Ding Jiaying felt a little aggrieved.

"Come and take me home."

Shen Cong seemed serious: "I'm not kidding, is it inconvenient to talk now?"

"I'm not kidding, you have to come pick me up now."

Shen Cong understood immediately: "Can you give the phone to the person who brought you here?"

Ding Jiaying glanced at the housekeeper and said, "No, no one is here now."

"Then wait for me. Be good, I'll be quick."

Ding Jiaying felt more at ease. I knew you would be there soon. I heard the sound of your car driving just now.

But Shen Cong, don't be afraid. Before you come, I will never say that I want to leave you.

My sister said that there is no good banquet. It was just the Hongmen Banquet, and it wasn't my first time attending it.

Ding Jiaying was brainstorming again. There was very little that Mr. Shen could talk to her about, either about children or divorce.

If threats are not necessary to persuade someone to have a child, the chances of that happening are divorce.

What can Ding Jiaying say?

Now she has made up her mind and is waiting wholeheartedly for her man to come and pick her up.

It’s just that this chair is a bit uncomfortable. It’s made of hard mahogany and is not as good as a sofa.

Ding Jiaying had no choice but to stand up and walk around.

Gurgle, gurgle, a round ball rolled to my feet.

Ding Jiaying kicked in the direction they were coming from. With a crisp sound, a vase broke into pieces, and the branches and water were scattered all over the floor.

"You're in trouble. Mommy will scold you." A grandma's voice and a round little face.

Ding Jiaying was about to ask who she was, but the child saw her face and ran over to hug her thighs tightly, exclaiming, "Sister, you're finally here!"

Who is this? Why do you call her sister?

Even though she's good-looking, you can't mess up the generations, right?

"Sister, sister, where is Shen Cong?"

In a moment of distraction, this kid said something shocking again.

Who told you to call Shen Cong by his name? And you were so affectionate. Aren't you frozen to death by his eyes?

"Boy, shouldn't you be polite?" Ding Jiaying reminded him to at least be polite to save his life.

The child was quite obedient and immediately changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, when will my brother come back?"

As he spoke, he wiped his tears onto her skirt.

elder brother?

Is Shen Cong's brother this young? Mr. Shen is still very strong!

The eyebrows, expressions and voice are indeed a mini version of Shen Cong, and even more approachable and cute.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but wonder, if she and Shen Cong had a child, would the child be so cute?

"How long is soon? It's been several months since I last came back. Mommy also said soon, and she has said it many times." The child said very sadly.

Damn it, how can you lie to a child?

"Um, I'll be back soon. Maybe within an hour." Ding Jiaying answered after calculating the time it took to get here.

His big eyes were surprised by the news, and then he thought of something, and took her hand and begged: "Call him, call him, and see where he is now."

Ding Jiaying then teased him: "Why don't you call him? Wouldn't it be faster this way?"

The child was in tears and felt even more wronged: "You are bad. You clearly know that I don't have my brother's phone number."

"Bring me your smart phone watch and I'll input it for you." Ding Jiaying said with a smile.

"Ah! I don't have a phone watch!"

Ding Jiaying found his expression, which looked as if the sky was falling, a little funny but she didn't dare to laugh.

"All my classmates have smartwatches, but I don't! I'm the only one who doesn't have one!"