The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying quickly hid in the bathroom. The water in the bathtub was swirling happily, with roses floating on it.

shame.

The sweet fragrance at the tip of her nose and the misty water vapor still could not blur the mirror in her mind. Shen Cong's smiling face was still so close in front of her that their eyelashes were almost touching.

The bathroom door was already locked, but she locked it again out of concern.

I was worried that people outside might hear me, so I had to twist it carefully, little by little.

My ears almost pricked up to listen to the sounds outside through the sound of water, hoping to hear him but also hoping that he would leave quickly.

Why is it so quiet? Wasn't that guy quite talkative just now?

What was I thinking? Did he speak, and I answered him while taking a shower, and we just chatted as if nothing had happened?

Ding Jiaying felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

"Aying." Shen Cong's voice suddenly rang in her ears, causing her hand to loosen and hit the door.

"Be careful." Shen Cong stretched out his hand at the door, only to realize later that the pretty girl was behind it.

Ding Jiaying touched her head and stood still, feeling dizzy, shouting, "What are you doing? I was just about to test the water temperature."

Her voice was so panicked, as if she was afraid that he would turn into a monster and walk through the door to stand beside her.

To reassure her, Shen Cong said slowly, "I've taken the clothes to the next room and closed the door for you. Take your time washing them."

It turned out that this guy came to take a shower because he left his clothes here. He probably didn't expect me to come back so early.

"Oh, I know."

The sound of the door closing was very crisp, even a little rude. Shen Cong must have done this on purpose so that he could hear it and feel at ease.

Ding Jiaying opened the bathroom door, stuck her head out and looked around, and sure enough, he was gone, and the laundry basket at the end of the bed had also been taken away.

After closing the bathroom door, Ding Jiaying finally felt relieved and began to enjoy the fragrance of flowers.

After all, she still has the mentality of a child and Ding Jiaying has a lot of fun playing in the water.

Just before I got up, I realized that I had not brought any clothes or slippers with me. Now my slippers were wet. Could I go out wearing a bathrobe?

Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly saw a line of words appearing on the bathroom mirror through the steam.

The clothes are behind the mirror and there are several pairs of slippers under the sink.

When Ding Jiaying lowered her head, she saw a row of grinning rabbit slippers, furry and cute.

She opened the mirror doubtfully, and saw several rows of storage compartments behind it, all of which were girls' underwear. And they were completely different from what she had seen in the closet before.

As she changed her clothes, she felt incredible. Shen Cong was so meticulous that it was hard to believe.

He may have seen his resistance to the previous clothes from what happened in the morning, not only did he buy her clothes for going out in the morning, but he even bought her underwear while she was out, and put it in the place where she was most likely to need it.

After coming out, Ding Jiaying took a look around the cloakroom and found that the clothes that she didn't like were neatly arranged aside, and the brands of the clothes she often wore were hung in a conspicuous place.

He was so considerate that Ding Jiaying couldn't help but feel distressed.

He must have felt bad, seeing that the clothes his lover liked before were ignored. In order to comfort himself, he had to move them aside and bring in some ordinary clothes to put in the most conspicuous place.

While eating, Ding Jiaying had a lot of questions to ask, but they turned back as soon as they reached her lips.

"Just ask if you have anything to say. You've been staring at me for a long time." Shen Cong found it funny while serving her food, "If I hadn't just taken a shower, you would have suspected that there was something dirty on my face."

She thought she hid it well, but it turned out that her thoughts were written on her face. As Ding Jiaying chewed her food, she felt more and more sad for his smiling face.

"You should have a lot of people chasing after you."

"What?" Shen Cong didn't know why she thought of saying this.

"You look... not bad. You have a good family background and good character, so you have a lot of suitors."

Shen Cong picked up a piece of green vegetables for himself with his chopsticks and observed the expression on her face: "You are praising me. You too."

Do we still need to compliment each other at this time? Shen Cong couldn't do this to himself.

Ding Jiaying put down her chopsticks: "I mean, since you have such excellent conditions, and now you have found that I am not the one you are looking for, you should find someone else."

Shen Cong seemed to be hurt. He lowered his head, drooped his eyelids and said nothing.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable in your chest or heart?" Ding Jiaying was frightened by his pale profile.

"I'm not a robot. I can't switch programs instantly. You are not someone else. You are you."

"But……"

"If torturing my heart can make you happy, you can be cruel to me. But don't say such things to other people in the future."

Ding Jiaying glanced at his trembling lips and blamed herself for having said something too harsh.

"I was wrong."

Ding Jiaying admitted her mistake very straightforwardly, but Shen Cong showed no signs of getting better.

"I also know that human hearts are not objects, nor are they programs. There is no reason to just replace or delete them. I was just too impatient."

"..."

"Why not. Why not wait until I feel better and walk around a bit, maybe I'll remember it right away. Remember it."

Amnesia is an established fact, but Dr. Liu also said that it doesn't mean that he will never remember. Shen Cong still holds out hope, and he can't be so cruel as to make him give up the idea right now.

"Will you remember?"

"Yes, yes." Ding Jiaying nodded repeatedly, not wanting to break the heart of such a devoted man now.

When Shen Cong raised his head, a few dark clouds appeared on his handsome face, which made Ding Jiaying's heart skip a beat and she dared not say another word.

"I just made this soup myself. The fish was freshly caught from the reservoir. Try it and see if it's fresh."

He didn't say another word about what happened just now, but Ding Jiaying was completely softened.

She took the bowl, looked at the milky white soup, smelled the fragrant aroma, took a sip, and found it was indeed very appetizing.

Xiao Mimi said that although the brain may not remember, the body may be very honest.

It turns out there is some truth to this. Not only is the body honest, but the taste buds are also very nostalgic.

"It tastes good." Ding Jiaying drank the whole bowl of soup in one breath naturally.

Shen Cong's face finally showed some color: "As long as you like it. Try this white cabbage, I just picked it from the back of the yard, it's tender and sweet."

Ding Jiaying took another bite and found it was indeed refreshing and delicious.

Once her appetite was whetted, Ding Jiaying had no time to care about anything else.

She ate whatever Shen Cong recommended to her, and she enjoyed the meal very much.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, a warm light shone slightly in Shen Cong's cold eyes.

One person eats while the other watches, relaxing and enjoying a moment of peace and comfort is a tacit understanding that two people deliberately create.