The president is committing suicide

"Shen Cong!"

Ding Jiaying's voice came suddenly.

Chen Mi looked extremely embarrassed.

Shen Cong straightened up expressionlessly, slowly helped Chen Mi to stand firmly, and straightened his collar.

She came too fast. Luo Yan is such a waste.

The bodyguards knew what was happening and looked at Shen Cong's expression, so they let go of their blockade and let Ding Jiaying approach.

Chen Mi had just been hit brutally by Shen Cong's fist, and his internal organs felt as if they were twisted together. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"What are you doing?" Ding Jiaying came up to check his injuries, frowning and glaring at Shen Cong.

"It would be better if he could tell you in person what he did. I believe you will agree with my behavior just now." Shen Cong's eyes were cold and threatening.

Ding Jiaying pushed Shen Cong away and helped Chen Mi up: "No matter what the reason is, you can't beat someone up like this. If something bad happens, you will be responsible."

Chen Mi leaned on Ding Jiaying to barely stand firm and gave Shen Cong a provocative smile.

Shen Cong grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with anger.

Ding Jiaying grabbed Shen Cong's hand in panic and shouted, "Shen Cong! That's enough! Let go!"

The unbelievable shock came from Shen Cong: "You actually protected him."

Shen Cong didn't swing his fist because Ding Jiaying was squeezed between him and Chen Mi, with her face raised and a look of ready to die.

Chen Mi's eyes were bleeding, his vision was blurred, he half squinted and panted: "Aying, get out of the way, he can't kill me."

Compared to Shen Cong's brutality at this moment, Ding Jiaying seemed very calm: "Shen Cong, calm down. You will beat him to death if you do this."

"I don't care what happens to you, nothing can happen here."

Shen Cong noticed her shaking shoulders and trembling lips. It turned out that she was also afraid behind her calm voice.

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of yourself?

Shen Cong released his hand that was about to crush Chen Mi's throat and threw Chen Mi to the ground.

Ding Jiaying had indeed never seen Shen Cong like this. He had always been cold and proud, and it was impossible for her to imagine him fighting with someone so fiercely and rudely.

"Chen Mi, are you okay?"

Ding Jiaying rushed over but was grabbed by Shen Cong.

He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't go over there."

Chen Mi opened his mouth and said, "I'm fine." The sound was not loud and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Ding Jiaying screamed and couldn't think of anything: "Chen Mi, what's wrong with you? Is there anyone here! Is there anyone here!"

She cried. Her panicked tears hurt Shen Cong, who had nothing in his hands.

"Call an ambulance, 119... oh no, 120..." She hurriedly took out her cell phone, dropped it on the ground, and picked it up again...

She had no time to care about Shen Cong at all.

The back of Shen Cong's hand was scratched and bleeding.

He couldn't lose his heart, he whispered: "Ding Jiaying, I'm injured, please take me home."

Ding Jiaying was so anxious that tears jumped out of her eyes, and she waited anxiously for the person on the other end to answer the phone.

Shen Cong couldn't wait and pulled Ding Jiaying up from the ground with just a little effort.

There were tears and blood on her face, and Shen Cong wiped them with his hands.

Ding Jiaying dodged, but Shen Cong followed stubbornly.

But he had a wound on his hand, and the more he wiped the blood off Ding Jiaying's face, the more blood there was.

"Shen Cong!"

Shen Cong knew that she would definitely not be able to say anything good today, and he didn't want her to say those words.

"Let's go home."

He left no room for Ding Jiaying to regret or resist.

"Send him to the hospital and use the best medicine."

"Yes." The men in black divided into two groups and acted quickly. One group carried Chen Mi away, and the other group quickly cleaned up the scene.

Ding Jiaying's futile struggle only left a row of bleeding teeth marks on Shen Cong's hand.

Shen Cong seemed to be unaware of the pain, and didn't even frown slightly. His eyes even looked a little empty.

The car doors were locked while it was driving on the road.

Shen Cong suddenly released the hand that was restraining Ding Jiaying.

She said nothing, silently protesting against everything he did.

Shen Cong looked at her eyes that were red from crying for someone else, and suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He covered the area where his heart was, the pain was so severe that he couldn't move his limbs.

"You are a smart person. Why bother with him? If you want to be angry, there are thousands of ways to do it. Why do you have to hit him directly? Is it really you who is so fierce?"

Ding Jiaying tried to argue with him.

But Shen Cong made no sound.

"Go ahead and say it! Aren't you good at talking?"

Ding Jiaying reached out to push Shen Cong, but found that he didn't move.

He didn't dodge, didn't get angry, and didn't speak. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, his breathing was short, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Ding Jiaying panicked when she noticed something was wrong: "Driver! Go straight to the hospital! Quickly!"

Her limbs were cold, her mind was blank, and she couldn't even shed tears.

The incandescent light of an emergency room on a rainy night flashed through my mind like a meteor, my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, the sound of hurried footsteps, and the noise mixed with crying and the smell of blood.

And also, the despair that chills you to the bone.

She held Shen Cong's hand tightly, and said sadly over and over again: "You can't be in trouble, you can't be in trouble, you can't be in trouble..."

Time passed slowly and every second was so painful.

Shen Cong endured the pain and wanted to speak to comfort her, but he couldn't do it.

He stopped all his movements, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and managed to utter: "Don't cry, I'm fine."

It seemed like a century had passed, Ding Jiaying fell into her own chaos, waiting for him to hear a word that broke through the fog, and hurriedly touched his face.

Her voice was trembling. "Can you speak? Where does it hurt? Where exactly does it hurt? How do you feel?"

Shen Cong wanted to shake his head, but the pain was like his heart and lungs being pulled apart whenever he moved.

I had to pretend nothing happened: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired and can't move. I'll be fine in a while."

But he spoke almost entirely in a whisper, and Ding Jiaying could tell something was wrong.

Unfortunately, the car was driving too slowly. Ding Jiaying wanted to hug him but was afraid of touching his sore spots.

Shen Cong couldn't understand why this sudden pain came and went so quickly.

The sweat on his forehead had not yet dried, but he was already able to curl his fingers slightly, and the pain lingering in his heart began to control his entire body.

Shen Cong reached out and tried to hold Ding Jiaying's hand that was hanging by her side.

A tiny movement now required a lot of his strength.

Ding Jiaying looked at his expression in surprise. When she saw him nod and smile, she reached out and held his hand: "Are you feeling better? Does it hurt to hold you like this?"

The strange pain gradually faded away. Shen Cong shook his head and took a deep breath tentatively: "It doesn't hurt now."

Ding Jiaying didn't dare to be careless: "Let's go to the hospital."

After going to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor said there was nothing wrong and that I was probably just too tired and too nervous.

When she came out, Ding Jiaying let out a breath that had been tensely hanging in her chest. Tears fell down and she threw herself into Shen Cong's arms: "You scared me to death! You bastard!"