The president is committing suicide

In fact, after going to the hospital and getting that answer, Ding Jiaying felt even more that she was being pretentious.

Even if what that man said that day was true, he still wanted to be with me, and Shen Cong was not wrong.

If what that person said that day were all lies, then there would be no problem with the test results and Shen Cong was not wrong.

What's wrong with him using white lies to maintain their own world?

It is yourself who cannot see the future, but it is him who always insists on the future.

When I woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

The feeling of soreness all over her body and his tenderness from last night were still at her fingertips. Ding Jiaying knew that her body was more honest than her brain.

He had prepared breakfast and placed it on the table, with freshly ground coffee next to it, the beans smelled delicious.

The eggs were runny and were served with a bowl of hot and sour noodles. There was too little chili and too much vinegar, so it wasn't very tasty.

He is thinking of himself, and I am thinking of him.

It turns out that besides not being in love, there are other problems like this on the road of love. Ding Jiaying finds it a bit difficult to solve.

The busier and more flustered you are, the more things there are to do.

As soon as she stepped into the office, Mulan said that there was an important guest today.

Old friend again.

"Mr. Qiao, long time no see." Ding Jiaying stretched out her hand and shook it formally.

Qiao Shen's beautiful eyes were slightly puzzled: "Boss Xiao said that Boss Ding went on vacation, but why does it feel like he went for further studies? He made sudden progress."

"Mr. Qiao, you are too kind. It is not as good as your recent investment that has blossomed everywhere."

Qiao Shen clapped his hands: "Even the business flattery has become proficient. The most important thing is that they don't blush anymore."

"Praise me or scold me?"

"I praise you, of course I praise you."

Ding Jiaying didn't look like she was in the mood to flirt with him: "Mr. Qiao, since you're here for serious business, let's meet at the door."

Qiao Shen's expression faded and he smiled slightly: "Of course. I like people like you who are straightforward."

The discussion was quickly concluded and Ding Jiaying stood up to see the guest off.

"Mr. Ding, you don't have to be so polite." Qiao Shen declined.

"OK then."

The person who saw the guest off immediately became Mulan.

When I was leaving, I met someone delivering flowers to the front desk, and they said that Ding Jiaying had to sign for them.

"Your President Ding is quite charming, with such a big bouquet of roses." Qiao Shen asked casually.

Mulan smiled and said, "We've been delivering it for many days in a row. We're used to it."

"Isn't Mr. Ding married? Who is so fearless and brave?"

Mulan covered her mouth and smiled, looking around to see if anyone was around, she whispered, "It's only right and proper to give it as a gift since we're getting married."

Is it Shen Cong?

Qiao Shen knew that Shen Cong was a cold-tempered person, and that Shen Cong could not do such a high-profile thing as Ding Jiaying could.

Now that things are abnormal, there must be something wrong. Shen Cong has fallen out of favor.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Qiao Shen's smile spread to the corners of his mouth.

Shen Cong, you have come to this day.

"They really are a loving couple." Qiao Shen replied to Mulan, but no one knew that he was thinking something else in his heart.

After Mulan saw Qiao Shen off, she was surrounded by a group of little girls when she returned to her seat.

"What did Qiao Shen say to you just now? Why was he smiling at you?"

"I saw it all, he's really handsome."

"He never smiled at me."

……

Ding Jiaying had her own worries. She called Xiao Mimi in the next office and said, "Don't assign Qiao Shen's work to me in the future. I'll do more on-site work. I'm not very good at negotiating business."

Xiao Mimi saw through the office blinds the joy spreading like ripples outside. Everyone was happy for a while because of Qiao Shen's arrival.

Why is Ding Jiaying still unhappy? Isn't it enough to just look at the handsome guy for free?

Shen Cong is a nice big tree, but aren’t there so many beautiful trees in the world?

This thing is bothering me, can't I ask someone else to make me happy?

Life is a constant stream of encounters. Don't act like an ascetic monk carrying a heavy load. We don't have to pick up those rotten stones of emotions.

She said a lot, but Ding Jiaying fell silent after listening to her. She still asked to change her job that involved contact with Qiao Shen.

"Could it be that you are annoyed that Qiao Shen talks too much?" Xiao Mimi hung up the phone and called Mulan in, telling her that she would be responsible for contacting anyone regarding Qiao Shen's affairs from now on.

Mulan looked a little hesitant: "Boss Xiao, are you really going to give me such an important matter? Isn't it appropriate for Boss Ding to do this?"

Xiao Mimi thought it was not a good idea for her to take over such a high-profile job so soon after joining the company. "It's okay. You will be in charge of the liaison. If you need anything, just report to me directly. If I'm not around, tell Xiaoqian."

Seeing that she was really going to skip Ding Jiaying, Sheng Mulan felt doubtful but couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"If there's anything you don't understand, go find Xiaoqian first. She's dealt with Qiao Shen before, so she's relatively familiar with him."

"Yes."

"Qiao Shen is a relatively easy person to get along with. We may have more areas for cooperation in the future. You should pay more attention."

"Yes." Sheng Mulan nodded heavily and went out excitedly.

It's rare that such a steady person showed up lively today, and Xiao Mimi was also happy.

After all, this is the first job the newcomer has to do alone. With Xiaoqian's help, he shouldn't need to ask too many questions.

When she was free, Xiao Mimi started to think about other things. Xiao Qian seemed to have taken a fancy to Qiao Shen before. Now that this guy is no longer an actor and has turned to behind the scenes, is the possibility much higher?

I am so happy that I can eat little melons again. It is so nice to go to work.

Ding Jiaying felt like every second was a year in the office. She had been working too late yesterday and had been exerting too much energy recently, so she felt drowsy the whole day.

Finally getting home, she fell asleep on the sofa without even taking off her shoes.

A high fever came on suddenly, and in her daze she really wanted to hear Shen Cong's voice.

She was very cold and didn't want to go to the hospital. All her joints seemed to hurt and her skin couldn't even bear the weight of the blanket.

When she was sick, Ding Jiaying was always more fragile, whining and whining and saying countless nonsense.

When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn. Shen Cong was sleeping soundly on a makeshift bed on the floor.

His hand was still holding his own, and his brows were twisted into a "川" shape.

She felt much better and lighter.

He tried to get up quietly, but the movement woke up the person on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, sister will be here soon."

Shen Cong seemed to be still talking in his sleep. He sat up and held her hand to comfort her.

Ding Jiaying wanted to pull her hand out, but he said, "Don't go to the hospital, don't go to the hospital. Don't move."

"Shen Cong, wake up."

When Ding Jiaying was young, she was often alone. Her parents flew back and forth, and her sister was her only support. So when she was sick and talking nonsense, she would call her sister.

I guess I was really confused because of the fever last night. I actually mistook Shen Cong for my sister.

Seeing her wake up, Shen Cong reached out and touched her forehead, then took out the thermometer to measure her temperature.

"Fortunately, it's not burning anymore."

Shen Cong was still wearing his shirt. He should have taken care of himself last night and didn't even have time to wash up.

"Idiot." Ding Jiaying let him hold her hand, but there was a hint of disgust on her face.