The president is committing suicide

When she opened the door, Ding Jiaying still saw Shen Cong sitting there.

Ding Jiaying didn't want to say much, but when she thought of how he was during the day, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to rest more? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Shen Cong raised his head with sparkling eyes: "I'll wait for you to eat."

"Nonsense. What time is it now? Why haven't you eaten yet?" Ding Jiaying was anxious and ran to the dining table. Her fingers touched the slightly warm plate. "The food is still hot. What's going on?"

"I made them hot several times." Shen Cong actually knew that she had sent Xiao Ruyi home, and also knew that she had gone to see Chen Mi first.

"It won't taste good if you keep reheating it. I'll cook you another dish." She rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Shen Cong pulled her sleeve and said, "No need, just eat it. Let's make it tomorrow."

Ding Jiaying refused to listen: "You are a patient now, a weak patient, you need to be obedient. Wait for me, it will be quick."

Ding Jiaying is not a good cook now, so she only learned a few simple dishes. The pork ribs and radish stew can be left alone, but the stir-fried seasonal vegetables can't be heated up again, so she has to make a new one. The eggs also have to be stewed separately.

She was busy in the kitchen. Shen Cong's eyes were on her, and her clumsy movements could make him smile countless times.

When a plate of vegetables was brought out, the kitchen was already a bit of a mess.

"Stop looking at it. Just go sit at the table and I'll serve the egg custard."

Shen Cong obediently sat down at the table and watched her hurried to the kitchen.

With a cry of surprise, Shen Cong immediately ran over again: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay! You sit down." She rolled her eyes and sent him back.

There was a commotion of pots and pans in the kitchen, and the sizzling sound of frying pans could be heard again.

After a while, Ding Jiaying came out with a plate of fried eggs in her hand.

Ignoring Shen Cong's doubts, Ding Jiaying pretended nothing happened: "Egg custard and fried eggs have the same nutritional value, so just eat fried eggs."

"it is good."

After all the cooking, Ding Jiaying was also hungry, so she took the chopsticks handed over by Shen Cong and said, "The spare ribs are really good, and today's soup is so delicious."

Shen Cong gave her another bowl.

"You eat too."

"Ah."

With her appetite satisfied and her body and mind at ease, Ding Jiaying felt relaxed and all her worries seemed to have flown away.

Shen Cong drank his soup while looking at himself, like a deer drinking water by the stream, peaceful yet alert.

Ding Jiaying sighed, still thinking about what happened during the day. She didn't tell Chen Mi about the photo when she went to the hospital today, nor did she mention it to Xiao Mimi.

If this is true, then Chen Mi didn't deserve the beating.

If there was any misunderstanding, she could only wait for the truth to come out and apologize on behalf of Shen Cong.

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Cong finally couldn't help but speak out.

"I discussed a project today and met an excellent director. My work may be busy in the future." Ding Jiaying said briefly.

Shen Cong said "oh".

"Our campaign is mainly to promote intangible cultural heritage, and it's rolled out across all platforms. It can't be too serious, nor can it be completely featureless. It's actually quite difficult to strike the right balance."

Ding Jiaying has already spoken in detail, Shen Cong cannot remain indifferent.

"You guys should be fine. Or is there anything I can do for you?"

Ding Jiaying said this not to seek help, she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, I just want to say that this director looks really good. If I had learned something about this outside, it would have been helpful for my current work."

"It doesn't matter. Everything is fine now." Shen Cong never cared about these things, but since Ding Jiaying cared, he cared too.

It can be said that he can be unprincipled in many things concerning her.

Ding Jiaying knew that the person in front of her would always support her unconditionally, otherwise he would not have allowed the old man of the Ding family to take him for granted as his own resource for so many years.

"The doctor told you to rest during this period. You should go to bed early. Otherwise, you will..."

Shen Cong wanted to say it didn't matter, but when he saw the genuine concern in her eyes, he immediately decided to go along with her wishes.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs with you."

"But you haven't finished eating yet..."

Then Ding Jiaying watched Shen Cong finish his meal in a few bites in front of her and reveal the bottom of his bowl.

"But I..."

"No buts, you should rest more recently, you have dark circles under your eyes."

"I still have work to do, please read the message..." Ding Jiaying saw Xin An's name on the phone.

Shen Cong took her phone away and forced her to follow his steps: "Let's go upstairs and rest."

There is no other way, just go upstairs, you can still work there.

However, Shen Cong did not let her have her wish. He used the excuse that the air conditioner in his room was broken and shamelessly slept on the sofa in Ding Jiaying's room.

"There are so many guest rooms, why are you sleeping on the sofa?"

"The guest room has not been used for a long time. It is so dirty."

"Then why don't we just ask the butler to clean it up?"

"We are employers, not capitalists. It's so late, isn't it inappropriate to ask people to get up and work? Just make do with one night's sleep."

"Then I'll sleep in your room. It's cold now and I don't need the air conditioner."

"It's because the weather is cold that we need air conditioning to keep warm."

……

You say something, and Shen Cong always has something waiting for him.

Ding Jiaying saw that the time was getting later and later. If he continued talking, he would not be able to rest early, so he had to give up.

"Don't sleep on the sofa, sleep on the bed."

Shen Cong refused: "Your health is not good to begin with. Sleeping on the sofa will cause you to have backache, leg pain, headache and fever..."

"Can't you think of a better solution?" Ding Jiaying looked at his overly innocent face speechlessly and said bitterly, "Come up to the bed and sleep, ancestor."

Shen Cong put on a smile, and Ding Jiaying turned and went to the bathroom: "If you are not asleep when I come out, I will kick you downstairs."

She is so tough on the outside but soft on the inside, which makes her lovable.

Shen Cong buried his head in the pillow and sniffed her scent, that familiar, almost imperceptible fragrance.

It had been a long time since they had been so peaceful and even able to joke around together. Even when they did something intimate, Shen Cong felt uneasy and thought he might be pushed away at any time.

Even if he could only sleep quietly beside him tonight and could do nothing, he would still feel at peace.

When Ding Jiaying came out of the shower, Shen Cong had already fallen asleep.

At first she thought he was pretending, so she pushed him gently and teased him with words, but she didn't expect that he had actually fallen asleep.

He was so defenseless, like a very tired person who finally found a place to rest in peace.

Ding Jiaying didn’t understand what was wrong with him. After all, she thought she was miserable enough.

Ding Jiaying, who had suffered from insomnia for a long time, slept soundly until dawn amidst her doubts about Shen Cong.