The president is committing suicide

"Why are you here?" Ding Jiaying frowned and stared at people with a sharp look.

Don’t say it’s a coincidence, don’t say it’s an accident, don’t say the world is so big and you just wanted to go out and see the world, and there are so many places and so many stores and you just happened to walk into this one.

"Don't stand here and talk, we're going to get bumped again." Shen Cong took Ding Jiaying's hand and sat down next to them.

Changing the subject? Ding Jiaying sat down and said angrily: "You followed me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the students around her fell silent, their eyes fixed on the two of them, ready to be alert to the boy sitting opposite her at any time.

"It's just a coincidence. Don't think too much." Shen Cong calmly packed up the chopsticks for Ding Jiaying and placed them in front of her. He then scanned the code and placed the order. "Do you still want spicy food?"

Ding Jiaying consciously replied, "No coriander."

It turned out that they were just having a quarrel, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became lively again.

Even though they were wearing simple clothes, the boss could tell at once that they didn't belong here.

"You two are here for tourism, right? Now that spring has warmed up a bit, it's still quite cold to just eat cold noodles. Would you like to try our pig belly noodles? They're absolutely first-rate."

Ding Jiaying wanted to say that she was not here for tourism, but Shen Cong did not want to argue any further: "Okay, boss, give us one."

Shen Cong was very strange. He acted like he was close to Ding Jiaying, but at the same time, there was a sense of distance between them.

Ding Jiaying has been angry with a lot of people recently, and now she just wants to eat a bowl of cold noodles quietly. Since someone is treating her and she looks good, it's not a bad idea to have a meal together.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, don’t waste your good mood.

Regardless of whether he was waiting for her or it was really a chance encounter, Ding Jiaying planned to treat it as meeting an elementary school classmate with whom she had not seen for a long time and with whom she had a grudge.

Let him go, let yourself go, and leave after eating.

The cold noodles came and Shen Cong mixed them for her.

Seeing that she was enjoying the meal, he served her a bowl of mutton soup: "Drink this to warm your stomach."

Ding Jiaying directly refused. The purpose of eating cold noodles is to enjoy the cool taste. What's the point of pairing it with mutton soup?

This boss's business is a real hodgepodge, selling cold skin noodles, cold noodles, knife-cut noodles, oil-splashed noodles, and also making pig skin noodles, mutton soup, and cold cakes and cold shrimps.

Could it be that they also sell plain noodles? Ding Jiaying took a closer look at the menu and found that they really did!

All the delicious food from east to west, north to south, can be found in this restaurant.

The boss has a broad mind.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing that she was enjoying the meal, Shen Cong slowly drank a bowl of soup himself.

Ding Jiaying nodded in a moment of busyness: "It's OK, but not as good as the one at Shihezi Spinning Mill."

Shen Cong didn't feel anything, but the boss suddenly jumped up, came to the table and kept praising Ding Jiaying for her eating skills.

He said he learned his craft there.

The two chatted about the vegetables, fruits, and agricultural reclamation corps there, as well as the snow-capped mountains in the ditches along the street. They wished the sun would not set until eleven o'clock...

At the end of the conversation, the boss didn't charge her for the cold noodles, but instead packed a portion for her to take away, saying she could come back anytime she wanted and that the order could be improved.

"Don't look at me like that. I know I've changed a lot." Ding Jiaying has been able to accurately recognize that kind of look in the past few days and is too lazy to explain anything to Shen Cong.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Goodbye." Ding Jiaying shook the cold noodles in her hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment." Shen Cong followed her.

Ding Jiaying turned around and tilted her head: "Ex-husband, oh, no, ex-husband, there is nothing to say between us. I just want to remind you that there are still many people who can't eat. You just ordered a lot and didn't finish it. It's a waste. I don't like it."

Shen Cong didn't listen to what she said next. He was offended by the name and his face looked a little ugly.

However, one of Ding Jiaying's advice to herself is to stop looking at other people's faces and trying to figure out their minds. As long as dissatisfaction is not expressed, it does not exist.

So Ding Jiaying said goodbye happily and slipped away.

The happiness only lasted for two hours. When Ding Jiaying saw Shen Cong's face again in the elevator, she really couldn't laugh.

"Technically, the boss treated me to that meal. You only paid for your own order. I don't owe you anything, so there's no need to pursue me so closely, right?"

Shen Cong didn't like her always saying that everything between them was over, without mentioning anything owed anything.

"I'm just going home."

"Shen Cong, do you have to be so ridiculous? When did your family get here?"

The slap in the face came quickly. Under Ding Jiaying's gaze, Shen Cong entered the password and entered the opposite door.

The password is Ding Jiaying’s birthday.

"It's very convenient if you want to come in." Shen Cong opened the door as if inviting you.

Ding Jiaying's mind was throbbing: "Psycho."

With a bang, the door closed in front of Shen Cong.

"You can also diagnose illnesses. And your diagnosis is very accurate." Shen Cong smiled and closed the door contentedly.

Ding Jiaying was very upset. This man should stay away from her life and run away. This man did not look back when he left.

She had already prepared herself to set out on her own, becoming an indestructible Tear of Kebus.

Why was this guy suddenly hanging around in front of me like a lingering peacock?

Thinking of the man's mocking look saying that he lived here, Ding Jiaying felt sick all over.

The only solution she could think of was to pack her bags and move out of this horrible place right now.

As soon as Xiao Mimi got home, she saw the luggage all over the floor. "My dear, I just came home a little late, and you ran away? When did our house have curfew? You should have told me."

"I'll stay in a hotel first. You help me find a house and rent it in your name, or in Shangguan's name. I don't care. It's not mine anyway. I'll transfer the money to you now." Ding Jiaying operated on her mobile phone, and Xiao Mimi immediately received a text message from the bank.

"Are you being chased by someone?" Xiao Mimi originally wanted to say that she was escaping from debt, but then she remembered that this guy was a rich woman.

Ding Jiaying grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance and raised her head helplessly: "You can say that."

Xiao Mimi became nervous: "Who is it? So arrogant? I'll call the police for you."

Ding Jiaying trembled as she picked up her phone and dialed the number. She covered it with her hand and said, "No."

"What's wrong? You just make me anxious."

"Shen Cong moved to the opposite side."

"what?"

Xiao Mimi also found it incredible and was furious: "Does he regret giving you so much property before? Now he is chasing you. I said it's abnormal."

"No. Maybe." Ding Jiaying was unsure. She didn't know Shen Cong well. He had also changed a lot.

I can’t really put it into words, I just feel like a lot has changed.

"Where can you move to? Hiding isn't an option."

"It's better to hide for a while."

"If we can block your place today, we can block your company tomorrow, right?"

Xiao Mimi reminded Ding Jiaying of a reality: Shen Cong was gifted and had extraordinary abilities in tracking people.