The president is committing suicide

When Ding Jiaying woke up, Xiao Mimi's tears fell on her face, feeling a little hot.

She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but was immediately held down.

"Be careful, ancestors."

Only then did Ding Jiaying feel that the white color in front of her was so familiar.

"What's wrong with me?"

Xiao Mimi wiped her tears and said, "You said that if I hadn't gone to check on you for so long, I wouldn't have known what happened to you. Fortunately, it was time to get off work and they all left. Otherwise, I don't know how it would have spread."

"What can I do? Stop crying and go get a nurse."

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me. Where do you feel uncomfortable? The doctor said there's nothing wrong? So I still have to go to your hospital?"

"Stop!" Ding Jiaying raised her hands helplessly, "My hand hurts, I missed the needle."

"I see. No, aren't you most afraid of pain? Why are you so calm now?"

"Are you going or not? Do you want me to cry in front of you?" Ding Jiaying pretended to cry.

"I'm scared of you. I'll go right away. Don't cry." Ding Jiaying quickly took Shangguan Mu's hand and left.

Ding Jiaying lay on the bed and sighed. It hurts, of course it hurts.

Only when something more painful occurs, the pain and discomfort from injections and medication will be nothing.

Is this considered a form of growth?

Ding Jiaying chuckled and said, Ding Jiaying, ah Ding Jiaying, you are growing a little slowly.

The nurse came quickly, Xiao Mimi went and came back, and Shangguan Mu disappeared.

After the nurse left, Ding Jiaying joked, "Where's your Amu? Why are you so shy to bring him to me? Are you afraid that I'll fall in love with him?"

Xiao Mimi was really shy: "What are you talking about? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know how to move you. You might have suffocated yourself by lying there."

"Then he is my great benefactor. I will thank him in person someday and express my sincere gratitude to him. What do you think of me offering you as my gift?" Ding Jiaying teased.

Xiao Mimi was even more worried: "If you were crying, I would feel more at ease. You look like this, and I am about to cry. Why do you want to make people laugh if you can't laugh?"

"Then tell me who else is out there?" Ding Jiaying asked.

As soon as Ding Jiaying fainted and was sent to the hospital, familiar faces appeared one after another before they arrived.

Ding Yumin stopped Shen Cong outside, and Qiao Shen rushed over and met the cousins ​​Ding Jiayin and Xiao Yunzheng. The story outside the door was much more exciting than that of Ding Jiaying lying there.

Even Shangguan Mu asked whether President Shen really loved President Ding.

Xiao Mimi asked him what he thought.

"I don't know him, but I know men. If they don't care, they won't even look at him. Especially when they are facing repeated rejections."

"You also know?"

"This is who I am."

“Your sample is too small.”

“The truth is always in the hands of a few people.”

Although it may sound unreasonable, it is not without reason.

As an outsider, she had no idea how Shen Cong treated Ding Jiaying, but she did know a thing or two about what kind of person Ding Jiaying was.

She is a cautious person who has no expectations for love. She doesn't want to rely on anyone and doesn't allow herself to be weak.

But in front of Shen Cong, her frankness and willfulness, her temper and demands, and her willingness to give in were definitely not simply due to being deceived.

She will give love only when she feels loved.

But she couldn't persuade Ding Jiaying now, because at this moment, she just needed to stand by her side.

So, she helped her refuse all visits.

Ding Jiaying really wanted to leave right now and didn’t want to see anyone, including her sister.

Unfortunately, she was dizzy and couldn't go anywhere.

"Don't worry, no one will come in now, and you can't go anywhere. The doctor gave you a nutritional injection, saying that you were overworked and overthinking. Now just eat well and sleep well, and everything will be fine." Xiao Mimi's eyes were full of heartache.

Shen Cong wanted to take her home right now, even if she stabbed him with a knife. He couldn't let her lie where he couldn't see her.

In a trance, in the smoke, I could still see Ding Jiaying in front of me, with tears in her eyes, growling calmly.

She was so heartbroken that her eyes became an abyss, and she punished Shen Cong so that he would not be able to rest in peace.

He couldn't go in to see her, so he could only stand outside, looking up at the windows that were palely illuminated by the sunlight from the parking lot, and his heart was cold.

He once thought that as long as she was by his side, she would find a way to take down the moon in the sky. What he feared most was that the secret could not be hidden, and what he feared most was that she was not by his side.

At that time, he was afraid that she would hate him, but now it seemed that these were trivial matters. He really couldn't bear to lose her, not even for a moment.

She was sick because of Shen Cong, because of Chen Mi, because of everything in their past, and because of someone she had lost long ago.

She was lying on the hospital bed, looking pale and tiny, and just like last time, she seemed to be almost disappearing.

Chen Mi just walked by and said that this time he must make A Ying recognize his true face and leave him.

Who is he, and what qualifications does he have to show off in front of me and threaten me?

Sometimes he felt that he was so evil and disgusting, but whenever he faced Aying, he couldn't help but want more.

He didn't care how others evaluated him, or even what he said. As long as Ah Ying hadn't used that word to evaluate herself, there was no need to change it.

Late at night, Ding Jiaying fell asleep, and everyone in the corridor and the ward fell asleep.

The nurse on duty was drowsy, but the security guard who was transferred to the other job was energetic.

The smell of coffee and hospital disinfectant blend into a unique scent at night.

A dark shadow took advantage of the moment when the security guard turned around and quietly opened Ding Jiaying's door with a few moves.

"You came."

A familiar voice sounded in the darkness, and Shen Cong paused.

"You knew I was coming?"

Ding Jiaying lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and shaking her head: "I don't know. I just can't sleep."

Shen Cong looked at the figure wrapped in the sheets on the bed. He couldn't see her eyes clearly but asked seriously, "Are you thinking about me?"

"what?"

"I mean, thinking about these things about me?"

"Yes."

Neither of them was looking in the same direction, but they seemed to be chatting about the same topic with ease.

"Then what did you think of?" Shen Cong asked cautiously.

Ding Jiaying's voice was empty without tears or hatred or sarcasm. "I thought a lot. I thought about you all the time, but I thought about it for a long time and realized that these are all fake. No matter what the purpose is, I am the one who believes these and deserves to die."

"How could it be? It's my fault." Shen Cong's heart was trembling. He didn't dare to think that she would give up so calmly.

"I shouldn't think about whether you love Shen Yunjin or not, nor should I care whether you came to me to avenge Chen Mi. Do you believe in destiny? I should believe that there are no Easter eggs in life for no reason. Right? I shouldn't expect that I will be the child that God finally favors once."

The sound was heart-wrenching. Her despair sank like ice into the deep sea, and Shen Cong tried in vain to salvage it.

All that was left was the coldness on the fingers.

She said, Shen Cong, you are so scary.