The president is committing suicide

Anyway, people are just so inexplicable.

The stories are a mess too.

Ding Jiaying actually knew deep down that it was difficult for her to reject anything related to this man.

For example, even if she closed the door and locked everyone out, even if she fell asleep in a daze with sadness, in her dream last night, all she could remember was the messy bed and the faint breathing beside her ears.

She remembered that her face was almost buried in the pillow and her body seemed to be floating on an uncontrollable cloud.

She remembered her blushing face and the warmth of their skin touching each other.

A pair of strong arms held her, forcing her to stay close and not leave.

The lingering feeling of wanting to withdraw but being unable to leave gives the dream an unspeakable color.

Ding Jiaying's relaxed brows twisted into a knot, and she looked at the person in front of her warily, trying to get rid of the dispute about the number of times in her dream.

It is not terrible to covet a man's body, what is terrible is to covet a man.

"I am going to work."

"I know. I'll take you there."

"No need, we are not even friends yet." Ding Jiaying didn't mind speaking frankly.

Shen Cong's hurt look was still staring Ding Jiaying in the face even though she was already sitting in the office.

If time could go back, I would never have imagined that we would not even be friends now.

I was in a daze the whole day and left work without knowing what was going on in my mind.

Once you become proficient in your work, slacking off will become natural and there will be no psychological burden.

People can't stay in a comfortable relationship for too long.

After taking a shower, the hot water makes my skin slightly red.

Ding Jiaying was wiping her hair.

This simple repetitive action made her feel bored.

Throwing away the towel in her hand, she decided to leave her hair wet and let it dry slowly.

It will dry up anyway, so why rush to get that result?

She stood in front of the window. The light in the room made it difficult to see the scenery outside, but everything in the room was clearly visible through the glass.

It was as if my room was floating in the dark space.

A feeling of unreality spread.

Ding Jiaying didn't want to fall into empty imagination and contemplation, so she packed up quickly and went downstairs for a walk.

She was fascinated by the scene she saw by the lake a few days ago, and the shades of the city's roadside trees, which she had not looked at for a few days, became darker.

She reached for the cigarettes on her body, changed her clothes, and went out without a bag, so she didn't touch anything.

With only her cell phone in hand, Ding Jiaying had no choice but to find a convenience store.

Suddenly a person appeared in front of him: "Eat this, don't smoke."

Ding Jiaying narrowed her eyes and said in dissatisfaction: "First, I don't know you well, you are meddling too much. Second, you blocked my way, I can sue you for harassment."

Shen Cong acted like a rogue and stuffed the candy in his hand into Ding Jiaying's mouth: "Hmm. I'm waiting for the police. I won't run away."

"Don't go too far. Do you think I don't dare?" There was no taste in her mouth. Now it was full of sweet strawberry flavor. Even her breath had that fragrance. Ding Jiaying frowned, "Where did you buy this cloyingly sweet thing?"

"If it's sweet enough, you'll forget to smoke." Shen Cong added softly, "Smoking is bad for your health."

The night breeze suddenly restored a moment of youthfulness of a beautiful young boy to Ding Jiaying.

She admitted that she was deceived by her beauty for a moment.

We are all human beings, it is normal to be seduced by beauty.

Ding Jiaying tried hard to maintain consistency in her policy toward Shen Cong: "It's up to you to take care of it."

After saying that, he walked around Shen Cong and moved forward.

Childish? Very childish?

Ding Jiaying felt that this was completely contrary to the meditation she had been practicing for so long.

Shen Cong didn't notice her embarrassment, and was irritated by her coldness and the name flashing on her phone, which made his face dark.

Why is Chen Mi still haunting us?

He looked at Ding Jiaying holding the phone with jealousy, and watched her hang up the phone with satisfaction with an expressionless face.

Although she frowned, the candy still melted in her mouth.

Shen Cong just followed her.

"Aren't you bored? Or are you too bored? Following me like this?"

Unable to hold back her anger, Ding Jiaying turned around and started to scold Shen Cong.

"You are such a grown-up, good-looking and wealthy, and there are many girls around. Is it appropriate for you to stare at your ex-wife?"

"The best way for divorced people to get along is not to be friends, but to treat each other as if they are dead, without even having to visit their graves to pay respects. Do you understand?"

"Your current behavior is the kind of vile, no, vicious behavior that will make me restless even in my grave!"

Shen Cong did not get angry as expected, nor did he walk away with a cold face. Instead, he looked at her face carefully and turned away in silence.

Ding Jiaying held the candy in her mouth. She had prepared several rounds of anger and counterattacks, but they were useless. She was unwilling to give in. "Hey, if you have the guts to stop me, then don't leave! Bastard!"

baffling!

We're divorced, and you promised not to bother each other anymore. Now you think you're not keeping your word?

What were you doing earlier?

Suddenly my nose felt sour, and I told myself that it was nothing.

Ding Jiaying cursed herself under her breath for still remembering everything about Shen Cong, and regretted that she shouldn't have not finished speaking in one breath just now.

How can you let someone run away with all the emotions piled up in your hands?

I have told myself countless times not to cry, especially not to shed a tear for this man, but tears are still about to fall as I think about it.

I felt so dejected that my body felt like it had fallen into water and was wrapped in a wet suit, and I was unable to move.

Suddenly a piece of clothing covered my head.

It is him again!

Ding Jiaying's eyes were blazing with anger. She tore off her clothes and threw them on the ground: "What do you want?"

Shen Cong picked up her clothes and pulled her into his arms, completely ignoring her struggle.

"How did you become such a rogue!"

He pressed too hard, and Ding Jiaying wiped away the tears on her face while struggling.

Just when she was about to step on this scoundrel's foot, Shen Cong let her go and stuffed a plastic bag into her arms.

"What's this?"

Shen Cong's face seemed to turn suspiciously red, and he pretended to be calm and composed, deliberately relaxed.

Ding Jiaying immediately threw it back into his arms: "I don't want it."

Shen Cong held the things and looked around, then pulled Ding Jiaying to stop her from leaving: "You can't leave now. Come with me."

Ding Jiaying didn't like being manipulated, nor did she like this man suddenly becoming sneaky, so she didn't plan to follow him.

"Is there anything that Mr. Shen can't tell me? I told you that there is no friendship between us. If you do this again, I will call the police."

Shen Cong gritted his teeth, pulled Ding Jiaying closer, and planned to speak in her ear.

The sudden itch made her push away the person who wanted to explain.

"That's it!"

Ding Jiaying spoke sternly and righteously.

Shen Cong looked around and saw that people passing by were paying attention to this side, so he quietly showed a corner of the plastic bag in his hand: "Look for yourself."

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Ding Jiaying was quick to speak and quickly stopped talking.

"So...so, this is why you tied the clothes around me?"

Shen Cong turned his head away and nodded awkwardly: "It's not very obvious. There is a toilet in front. You can go there first. There is something in the bag that can be changed.