The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was frightened by his crazy driving style and fastened her seat belt obediently.

He just drove and didn't talk.

I don’t know why this guy looks so manic, as if he is on the verge of a rage, but is trying hard to suppress himself.

Ding Jiaying didn't know how she had offended this King Kong again, and the worry that she had just let go of towards him was lifted up again.

It's hard to change human nature, and we're just returning to the starting point.

She stubbornly refused to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

There was an eerie silence in the car.

There was no music, only wind noise and the roar of car engines.

The anger that Ding Jiaying was holding in had surpassed all her fears.

She wanted to see where this man was going to lock her up next.

Is this the love he always talks about starting over again?

ridiculous.

Doing it again, it turns out that it is not about fixing the BUG but reproducing it as it is?

Did she overestimate Shen Cong or herself?

The sadness that pierces through the heart and rushes through it scrapes away the heart that has just been painted.

The spots are clearly visible, and all the desperate struggles are becoming more obvious.

At this moment, Ding Jiaying was shocked to realize that she had always held hope for Shen Cong.

The sunset was so dazzling, going towards the west, and what fell were her tears.

The silent tears are the worries and grievances that have nowhere to go.

Why won't this person let me go?

Ding Jiaying felt that fate seemed to never favor her.

Is giving yourself wealth just to torture yourself mentally over and over again?

Then she would rather have just enough money to support herself.

Shen Cong suddenly stopped the car beside the bridge.

The golden river water was shaking so much that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"What are you going to do!"

Ding Jiaying finally couldn't help but yell.

Shen Cong's fingers stopped an inch away from Ding Jiaying's face.

"You cried."

"You ask even though you already know the answer. You are always like this, as if I am your property and you have to make the final decision on everything. You don't even need to ask my opinion."

"It's so brutal and unreasonable!"

"What do you want to do now? What's wrong with you that makes you think I'm going to run away?"

Shen Cong was unable to interrupt: "I'm not..."

"Shut up!" Ding Jiaying unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car. "What's wrong with me running away? Which law requires me to do what you want?"

"Don't get off the car, it's dangerous!" Although Shen Cong pulled over, there was heavy traffic on the bridge.

"Get out of here!" Ding Jiaying tried to shake off the person who was trying to grab her.

But he was too strong and lay on top of her tightly.

"do not go!"

Shen Cong kept repeating the same thing over and over again, speaking cautiously, gently, and without confidence.

Ding Jiaying was angry and struggled hard to break free from his restraints.

While his words were soft, the strength in his hands did not relax at all.

Let her scratch her arms and tear her clothes.

Suddenly, Ding Jiaying felt a large warm and wet spot on her shoulder.

This guy dared to cry!

It's you who should be crying out loud, okay?

Good-for-nothing boy!

"Don't go! I'm scared! I'm scared of losing you! Just like before!"

Before Ding Jiayin howled, Shen Cong howled loudly.

The crazy world has finally gone crazy for everyone.

"I couldn't help myself. You didn't tell me there was an accident."

"What if you get hurt?"

"You're not going to the hospital. Have you forgotten me again!"

"Are you going to abandon me?"

"I admit that Qiao Shen is good-looking and younger than me. I'm jealous!"

"Don't get out of the car. Let's go to the hospital, okay? Let's get checked out."

……

Ding Jiaying didn't know how to describe the feeling at this moment.

he.

How could he be so stupid?

After so many years, the things he feared were still the same.

He was so scared that it was like a child's stress reaction.

Ding Jiaying knew that she shouldn't be soft-hearted. If this kind of indulgence happened the first time, there would be a second and third time.

This is a disease that needs to be cured.

But reason can never understand crazy humans, just like AI will never learn to be inexplicable.

Ding Jiaying said weakly: "It hurts."

Shen Cong seemed to come back to his senses immediately: "It hurts. Where does it hurt? Is it a headache?"

He loosened his grip a little, and looked at Ding Jiaying anxiously, holding her face with both hands and confirming in a panic: "Do you still recognize me? Do you recognize me?"

Ding Jiaying refused to let him off easily and deliberately asked, "Who are you? Why did you take me away from Qiao Shen?"

Shen Cong seemed to have lost the ability to discern such an obvious lie.

His eyes suddenly broke away from the panic and fell into empty despair, covered with a layer of gray.

"Don't remember? Forgot about me?"

"Then do I exist or not?"

“Does it no longer exist?”

"Haha, Liu Zhihu is a big liar."

……

He smiled strangely and miserably.

Ding Jiaying was stunned for a moment.

He muttered to himself, as if he had completely forgotten his own existence.

Ding Jiaying realized that he was abnormal and something was seriously wrong.

With tears in his eyes, he asked her sadly, "Who do you say I am?"

He pinched the painful spot on her left hand, and Ding Jiaying's face was distorted in pain and she was unable to answer.

"Hurt? You are in pain. Let's go to the hospital."

Ding Jiaying didn't dare to disobey and couldn't provoke him anymore.

"Okay. I'll drive."

"No. I'll drive." Shen Cong wiped away his tears and started the car with an expressionless face.

The farce in the car was like the shimmering light on the water, disappearing without a trace after the sun went down.

Shen Cong, with a face as calm as water, skillfully operated the vehicle to weave through the traffic smoothly and quietly.

Ding Jiaying's worries were not relieved in the peaceful silence.

In the hospital, Shen Cong talked to Liu Zhihu naturally and arranged for her to go for a check-up.

Soon, Ding Jiaying, who only suffered a soft tissue injury in her wrist, was able to go home after getting some medicine.

She quietly pulled Liu Zhihu aside and told him about Shen Cong's abnormal behavior and performance just now.

Dr. Liu, with a frown on his face, comforted Ding Jiaying and said that he would soon arrange for Shen Cong to undergo an in-depth examination and, if necessary, a consultation with a psychologist.

But Ding Jiaying wants to arrange a check-up now.

Shen Cong came over with the medicine. The emptiness between his brows was no longer there, and the despair and dead air disappeared.

Ding Jiaying said that since we were already here, we might as well get a check-up before leaving.

Shen Cong smiled and said that although he had donated money to the hospital, that was in the past. It would be inconvenient to trouble Dr. Liu now.

No matter how Ding Jiaying persuaded him, Shen Cong just gave in and said he would have a full physical examination next time when he had time.

"Why don't you say something?" Ding Jiaying asked Doctor Liu, unable to persuade him.

"If he was the kind of person who would listen to advice, would I not speak up?" Doctor Liu shrugged.

On the way back, Shen Cong seemed to have forgotten the quarrel and the fight just now. He only remembered that he stuffed Ding Jiaying into the car and the two of them went to the hospital.

"Are you still angry?" He squatted in front of her and rubbed the wound on her hand.

Ding Jiaying looked at his cautious expression and suddenly felt a little sad. She was speechless and could only shake her head.