The president is committing suicide

Talking about affection and love are all illusions.

Ding Jiaying looked for Shen Cong everywhere but to no avail, and she couldn't get any information from Doctor Liu either.

It seemed as if all the people in the Shen family had disappeared overnight, and no one raised any objection to the things in their hands.

Holding these things, Ding Jiaying felt hot.

"This is what he wants you to take. He has arranged all the legal procedures for you and prepared a lawyer for you. He has also cleared out and sent away anyone who might raise objections." Xiao Mimi felt incredible as she spoke.

To do this is definitely much more difficult than she thought.

It is extremely difficult to make people have no objections.

"Then why did he suddenly disappear?" Ding Jiaying felt uneasy. Was the person in the news him?

She couldn't confirm it with people around her. Neither Luo Yan nor Dr. Liu had ever seen him, otherwise this damn document would not have come out.

No one would disappear from the world without a sound. This is not a fantasy novel.

Xiao Mimi couldn't answer this question either.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to see you and makes you feel uncomfortable."

The entanglement and evil fate between Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong are full of thorns, like a thorny rose. Their love is beautiful and brilliant, but painful and bloody.

One of them has to let go so that they can survive.

Is Shen Cong using this method to firmly reject the divorce agreement?

Ding Jiaying came to the river again.

The weather has cleared up a bit, and the cold wind is weaker than before, so it doesn't hurt as much on my face anymore.

The remaining snow on the river bank has been washed away by heavy rain and water flow, and all traces of winter are about to disappear.

There was a young couple walking hand in hand from one end to the other. The girl in a red coat and the boy in a dark blue coat looked so harmonious.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but stare at the person, and the girl seemed to have noticed.

She was a little shy and pulled the boy away.

They walked up the embankment and waited for the bus at the bus stop by the river.

Ding Jiaying looked at the traffic above and wondered why there was no one around when he was here that day.

In a trance, she seemed to see the man next to the boy turn around and look at her.

His face couldn't be seen clearly because he was wearing a mask.

Their eyes met, and Ding Jiaying's eyes suddenly widened, Shen Cong!

She ran towards the man.

My legs and feet are out of control and cannot keep up with my heart.

She locked her eyes on the man, fearing that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

He stood there and watched Ding Jiaying running towards him desperately.

His eyes were always on her.

It's him.

A surge of joy came over me, and I was anxious to grab it.

If Ding Jiaying were faster, he would be there.

Asshole, since he's not dead, why did he do this?

Wait until I catch you and see how I punish you!

Ding Jiaying is getting closer and closer.

He still looked half dead, and there was no sign in his eyes that he had done anything wrong.

She even got angry while running.

Tears were about to burst out, but Ding Jiaying tilted her head back and stubbornly refused to call him.

Suddenly, the bus arrived at the station.

The boy in blue said something to him and he turned around.

do not go!

Ding Jiaying's throat felt burned by the air, and she slowed down after she shouted.

It was of no use even though Jiang Feng helped to send her voice upwards.

The figure got on the bus, and she still had more than twenty steps to climb.

The car drove away and went farther away. Ding Jiaying was panting and her legs were weak.

Now she was sure that the guy was not dead.

He was not dead, he just wanted to fulfill his wish to leave.

Ding Jiaying lowered her head, breathing heavily, and her tears left clear stains on the ground.

"Girl, did you miss the bus? It's okay, the next one will be here soon."

"Sit down and take a breath. There are many buses here. If you miss this one, there are others."

"Cry, if it's really urgent, just take a taxi. There are many ways."

The old lady's words made Ding Jiaying cry even more: "I'm not in a hurry."

"That means you need to find someone." The old lady understood. "There is no need to rush to find someone. If we are destined to meet, we will get news from him soon."

As expected, Ding Jiaying soon got news about Shen Cong.

When she returned to the company, she received a express package from Shen Cong.

The shipment was yesterday.

The same-city express delivery did not arrive on the same day. I placed the order last night.

Ding Jiaying's hands were almost shaking as she unpacked it in a hurry.

When Ding Jiaying saw the words on the cover of the document, she laughed so hard that she wanted to cry.

divorse agreement.

The one drafted by Ding Jiaying, with 369 copies written.

The one that Shen Cong had always refused to sign.

No. 247, he finally signed.

Isn't this what I want? Why am I not happy?

She grabbed her chest, why was it so painful? She should laugh and be happy.

It’s great that I have money and free time now, and sometimes I’m not as annoying as my husband!

Ding Jiaying called the express company to check the shipping address, and the address they gave was the address of Shen Group.

"Is the sender's real name? Did you see him?"

The person on the other end of the phone was sweating: "It's like this, ma'am. The other party is our contracted client. The group sends it in batches, so we usually don't see him in person."

Ding Jiaying was not looking for trouble, and naturally did not make things difficult for them. After hanging up the phone, she sat on the sofa in a daze.

Shen Cong is not dead, right?

The mail might have been sent by someone else, or it might have been sent at a certain time, but the person who saw it today couldn't be wrong.

He got on the bus, sat in the third to last row, and leaned against the window to look at the scenery outside.

Ding Jiaying was the same before.

At that time, he kept telling her about his time studying abroad. She talked about her terrible memories of waiting for the bus, and how she was happiest when she got on and saw that there was still a window seat in the third row from the back.

He asked why it was in this position and what was the meaning?

"It doesn't have any meaning, and it's nothing special. I just like it. There's no need to ask why."

Ding Jiaying liked that position for no reason.

None of this is a coincidence.

He was sitting in the car, looking down at himself as he struggled to run from the bottom to the top, his body almost parallel to the ground, looking so embarrassed and anxious.

Ding Jiaying didn't see any other expressions, but his eyes never left her.

Xiao Mimi comforted her: "It may not be him. If it is him, he will get off the bus."

But he left.

Ding Jiaying felt that she must be sick. She was supposed to leave, but he left first and disappeared without a trace. She should be happy, and she tried her best to find him to verify that he still cared about her.

There is something wrong with the brain.

"However, even though there is a divorce agreement, we still have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate before it counts, right?"

Xiao Mimi's words hit the nail on the head. Even if this guy has signed the divorce agreement now, it cannot be taken seriously.