The president is committing suicide

Qiao Shen donated 10 million to the children in the desert.

Ding Jiaying's jaw dropped when she heard the news.

Although he is rich, this foundation is a poverty alleviation foundation and has no benefit to the performing careers of his artists.

As a businessman, you must get rewards for your efforts.

He's not a fool.

"Of course I'm not a fool. All these donations are for you." Qiao Shen hit the ball straight.

"What's wrong with you today?" Ding Jiaying laughed.

Qiao Shen pretended to be relaxed: "I'm just telling you frankly that I don't plan to give up."

In fact, he felt the crisis.

"You are not doing this out of your original good intentions. The foundation will not accept it." Ding Jiaying's mind was racing, thinking about how to get her money back.

"Love me and love my dog. My money, I can donate it however I want." Qiao Shen guessed her reaction, "The foundation doesn't have much money to begin with, how can they refuse donations just because of your personal relationship problems?"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Jiaying scratched her head, unable to think of any solution, and actually felt that there was some truth in what he said.

Soon, the following news solidified her determination to give up.

Shen Cong donated a larger sum.

Forget it, let’s just assume that these men didn’t do anything good in the past twenty years. They donated money to make good friends and turn over a new leaf.

This is a matter of benefit to both oneself and society. Thanks to the two entrepreneurs for their contributions to society.

The foundation called to thank Miss Ding for her contact and recommendation. Only then did Ding Jiaying realize that when the two guys contacted the foundation, they both said that it was her who lobbied them.

If it weren’t for this phone call, Ding Jiaying wouldn’t have known that she would appear in the newspaper the next day.

She persuaded the foundation with great effort and finally agreed not to include her name and image in the report.

"You are now sought after by beautiful women from all directions, and the ones who benefit are the poor people thousands of miles away. This is a great cause and effect, a bit like a Bodhisattva." Xiao Mimi spoke without restraint.

Ding Jiaying quickly stopped him: "Don't talk nonsense. How can I compare with the Buddha?"

"Hey, don't you believe it?"

"Disbelief and respect are two different things."

"Okay. Consider it a good deed. They both invested a lot of money." Xiao Mimi sighed.

The doorbell rang, Ding Jiaying hung up the phone and went to open the door.

I took a look at the access control and saw that the person inside was Shen Cong. He was not holding a thermos lunch box, but a large plate.

Delivering food again?

Since this person made his point clear, his style of doing things has changed. He no longer tries to hide his intentions or talk about gradual progress, but just sticks to the person like a plaster.

There was no point in moving, as he followed immediately.

Ding Jiaying left him alone for a few minutes and just looked at the people outside.

He was neither anxious nor impatient, as if he was sure that she would be in the room, but Ding Jiaying had just returned home and the lights were not even on.

I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered, and no one answered the doorbell.

Ding Jiaying thought that this time the man would give up and leave.

Who knows that a message will come in on the phone the next second.

"Stop playing around. Open the door quickly, the plate is thin and hot."

The man on the screen smiled widely.

Ding Jiaying resigned herself to her fate and opened the door, not letting anyone in.

"Give me the plate, and you can go back first. Thank you."

Shen Cong did not resist. He turned around and pressed the elevator button, which was unusually obedient.

"Come back." Ding Jiaying spoke again.

"Changed your mind?"

Ding Jiaying shook her head: "No, no, no. I wanted to say thank you for the foundation."

"It's not for you. The people from the foundation have already thanked you. They gave me half a page to express their gratitude." Ding Jiaying didn't believe what Shen Cong said.

In any case, the foundation has become known to more people, and more people are paying attention to children's development and vocational education there.

This is a good thing.

"No matter why, thank you for your kindness." Ding Jiaying insisted.

"If you want to thank me, I hope you can thank me for my kindness in cooking for you."

Ding Jiaying raised her eyebrows: "It's good that I didn't pursue you for following me."

"Wouldn't it be nice to be your personal chef?"

"I hope you won't ask me to exchange it for tutoring Shen Heng with his homework."

The door closed just as quickly, but Shen Cong felt that Ding Jiaying's unrestrained words were a sign of intimacy.

This was the first conversation they had in a long time without too much consideration and scruples, without the burden of past emotions and debts, and the trivial things they talked about became very real.

He was very clear that he no longer held the same position in her heart.

But now he could at least be sure that Shen Cong could still stay by his side without making her feel disgusted.

Chen Mi accompanied her to climb the mountain. He didn't know what they talked about, and he felt very sad.

But Chen Mi's furious look pleased him.

This shows that although Chen Mi can enter the same temple with her, they cannot enter the same heart.

So, he didn't even mention Chen Mi.

The one in trouble now is Qiao Shen.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Qiao Shen was indeed handsome and a younger version of Aying's idol.

This face played a role in his ability to attract Aying.

Who knows if Aying will be bewitched by Qiao Shen's face after a few years?

The act of donating money makes one appear to be kind, wealthy and of noble character, which adds a lot of points to Qiao Shen.

Shen Cong certainly knew this trick. Although it was clumsy, it was effective and allowed people to see you directly.

He went to donate as soon as he heard the news, and no matter how hard he tried, the money was still behind him.

If you can't be as fast as him, the amount must be higher than his.

Shen Cong spent twice the money to get his name before Qiao Shen.

Is it childish? It is really childish.

It has reached the point where even Shen Cong himself sneers at it.

However, Shen Cong didn't want to lose, not in front of Aying.

Among all the men, Shen Cong should stand in the front row.

My wife can only be Ding Jiaying, and Ding Jiaying’s husband can only be Shen Cong.

He was forged in the fire, quenching away all the evil, cutting off the ugliness of the past, forcing himself to become a normal person, and learning to respect and love her.

He hoped that he could walk out of the darkness and hold her hand in the sunshine.

She is the crowned light, his salvation and goddess.

All his efforts to endure and compromise were done in order to welcome her into his arms again.

He wanted to announce to the world again one day in the future that she was his and he was hers.

Ding Jiaying didn’t think too much about it. There were so many things happening recently that she didn’t have time to think.

Xin An came back and the project started again, and she even attracted new investment.

The investor was Xiao Yunzheng, and Qiao Shen agreed.

After going around in circles, these people are still circling around.

Ding Jiaying even began to doubt whether her life was a lousy novel with an unclear main storyline but with the characters tangled up in a mess.

After an entire afternoon of meetings, Ding Jiaying, who was feeling dizzy, only briefly sighed that Shen Cong's cooking skills had improved again, quickly finished her meal, and went back to work.

No worries are permanent, except work.