The president is committing suicide

Maybe for Mr. Jin, the method does not necessarily have to be clever, and all he needs to do to solve the problem is find the right person.

Everyone heard the roar of the helicopter today. Although it was far away, everyone could still see the helicopter's paint.

That was not an ordinary rescue helicopter, it was a military green helicopter.

So he immediately sent someone to find Shen Cong and specifically said please come.

He had been skeptical about Ding Jiaying's words before, but this place is small and it is actually very easy to verify a person's identity.

The young lady did not come with Han Jingke, but with Shen Cong.

That night, after Shen Cong introduced them, Han Jingke and the young lady had a pleasant conversation. Han Jingke even had a look of awe on his face.

When he was about to inquire about the lady's room, a man in black blocked his way and warned him not to inquire about someone he shouldn't, with the shape of a gun faintly visible on his waist.

He didn't dare delay any longer, as he didn't have much time left.

How to eliminate the bad impression has become a top priority, even if it means spending more money.

Those food and water sources are not a problem now.

Only by seizing the time can you make these things in your hands, whose value is about to disappear, more useful.

Ding Jiaying sat cross-legged in the room talking to Xiao Mimi. Shangguan was much better now and could sit up. He took painkillers and his complexion looked much better.

"Do you think Mr. Jin has gone crazy? He suddenly became a great philanthropist. I just heard that he donated a lot of the room reserves to the hotel."

Ding Jiaying nodded mysteriously: "There must be an air-raid shelter in his room, and there must be a warehouse inside."

"Really? Even the presidential suite hasn't seen this. Our hotel isn't near a mountain, so where would we get the space to dig a bomb shelter? Are you lying to me again?"

"I'm not lying to you. Otherwise, where would Mr. Jin find so many things to donate?"

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Xiao Mimi didn't even think about it, and Shangguan got the clue: "Unless, those things were originally in the warehouse."

Ding Jiaying gave him an appreciative look.

Xiao Mimi muttered: "So mysterious. Didn't he just commit a crime before and detain him, and now he's vomiting it out? How could I not see such a small thing? You're underestimating me."

"Who dares to look down on you?" Ding Jiaying touched her forehead to hide her embarrassment.

"What I'm more curious about is who can make this guy spit out these things willingly."

Unfortunately, Ding Jiaying cannot tell Xiao Mimi the question that she is interested in now.

I can only play it safe: "There is always someone in the world who can control this guy."

"Tsk. Stop hiding it, we all know it." Xiao Mimi didn't appreciate it.

"Got it?" Her answer aroused Ding Jiaying's desire to find out.

"Isn't it your President Shen? I heard about his heroic deeds yesterday, and today he was said to have gone to negotiate again earlier."

Xiao Mimi was shocked: "I knew your guy was powerful, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful. He just has some minor shortcomings, but I can tolerate them now."

Shangguan looked at Ding Jiaying's expression as she tried to hold back a smile and nod her head, and probably guessed that it wouldn't be that simple.

If it was really because of Shen Cong, then what happened in the past few days would not have happened.

"No matter what the reason is, thank you. After all, it is not easy to let everyone eat well and wait for rescue calmly when they are trapped."

Ding Jiaying felt that Shangguan was sometimes too sharp. If he had any ulterior motives, Xiao Mimi would not be his match.

When the helicopter came for the second time, the weather conditions had improved a lot.

Dropping a bag of supplies lifted the spirits of the trapped people.

The road was still not cleared and communications were restored through radio calls.

With survival no longer threatened, the team willing to save themselves together has expanded.

Anyway, the situation is getting better day by day. The most important thing is that there is hope, and I feel much more energized.

When people are busy and have things to do, they won't focus on one or two small things in front of them. When they are so tired that they are exhausted, they have no time to think about small things.

The long-awaited calm made everyone calm.

Ding Jiaying sometimes wondered if she was still angry and unhappy with Shen Cong.

He goes out at dawn every day and comes back before dark at night.

After finishing his meal exhausted, he wiped his face, washed up quickly, and then fell asleep in his arms.

While he was out, I took the kettle to the kitchen to get some boiled water, then took another bottle to a slightly farther place and filled it with snow and brought it back.

Although she was recovering slowly, her physical condition was not good, so she had very little time to work.

The little food we make after a day's work is just enough for two people to have a drink and a simple wash.

When she came to her senses, she thought, wasn't this just an idyllic life where the man works from sunrise to sunset and the woman stays at home?

But they had no garden, no vegetables or food.

The sense of security that comes from not having to worry about making a living makes this kind of life seem stable and regular, revealing a puzzling obsession.

The relationship between them returned to peace, and they no longer thought about the previous fierce conflicts, the thoughts about love and hate, deception and betrayal, and the wins and losses.

Sometimes, she thought it was fine just like this.

He is an ordinary man, an office worker, going out in the morning and coming back late.

I am just an ordinary woman, regardless of love or hate, waiting for him to come back.

Seal the past, seal the memory, without the things that come with identity and wealth, and without the love, hate, and vengeance brought by past experiences.

When the wind blew, there was no more damp moisture in the night, and the taste of cold became dry and bright like a knife.

As dusk approached, Ding Jiaying sat in the dim room, staring at the sky outside in a daze.

She calculated in her mind the time of his return and estimated how long it would take to light the remaining candle.

Suddenly, the light on the dressing table seemed to flicker.

Then, all the lights in the room lit up in an instant.

Those lights are blindingly bright.

The tall lights outside the ski resort also lit up, making the snowy field as bright as day, outshining the remaining white sky outside the mountain.

"Aying! There's a call!"

Xiao Mimi's cheers broke her brief shock.

Why was I surprised? I actually felt that this shouldn't have happened so early.

If everything returns to normal, what positions should she and Shen Cong return to?

A heavy snowfall put all problems on hold, and all the unwillingness to admit defeat, heartache and desire to escape were frozen.

And now, it's time to resurrect.

The time has come to face the inevitable.

The lights came on, the phone was charged, and contact with the outside world was restored. Missed calls and unread messages appeared one after another on the phone.

My sister's smiling face was filled with tears, and my parents on the island called me immediately.

This rescue was at the end of the super topic ranking, and messages of countless people cheering filled the screen.

On the other side, which she didn't know, there were so many people working hard for them.

Luo Yan's face in the video looks really haggard and cute.