The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying couldn't stand the guilt.

For his own sake, Shen Cong, a top-notch handsome man who had both wealth and power, ended up losing both his wealth and even his life.

Not only did he lose his temporary love and self, Shen Cong almost lost his entire fortune.

If you have to compete to see who wins or loses, the result is obvious.

From an observer's perspective, Ding Jiaying is simply Shen Cong's calamity in his previous life and the disaster in this life.

Ding Jiaying does not have a sense of victory, nor does she have the sense of satisfaction that should be present in Mary Sue literature.

Who is the target of revenge? The Ding family?

But now she no longer takes anyone in the Ding family seriously except her sister, so naturally no one can hurt her.

Old man from the Shen family?

Those who have passed away are like yesterday's yellow sand, which will be blown away by the wind when they dry.

She only saw the person she loved struggling with his body.

There should be tears in her eyes, but they don't fall.

She washed her face in front of the mirror, and when she came out, Shen Cong was already waiting for her in the driver's seat.

"You take a rest first. I'll follow the navigation and call you in an hour."

He spoke gently but firmly. Since this concerned her health and safety, he would not allow Ding Jiaying to refute him at this time.

Ding Jiaying did not argue with him.

After eating some porridge, I fell into a deep and sound sleep as if I had taken medicine.

The long-awaited sound sleep made her feel comfortable all over.

Shen Cong caught a glimpse of her sleeping with her head tilted against the back of the chair, her face soft. A feeling of happiness emanated from his stomach to his whole body, making him feel warm.

The silent navigation guided the car with only the two of them, and it was soaring on an interstellar route like a spaceship destined to land on the moon.

After getting off the expressway, the car started to drive on the national highway, where the sound of people's voices began to be noisy at the bends. The sound of car horns and various livestock outside the window could not be blocked or blocked from entering the car.

Under Shen Cong's worried eyes, Ding Jiaying woke up in a daze.

He reached for his phone in a daze.

Shen Cong handed it to her and turned to look out the window.

Ding Jiaying looked around and realized that they still had three hours to their destination.

The only messages in the phone were from Xiao Mimi and Qiao Shen.

It's rare for these two guys to get up so early.

Qiao Shen also asked if he wanted to accompany him out.

Too bad, I'm out now.

"You're asking too late. We've already driven through three cities while you were asleep."

Out of the corner of her eye, Ding Jiaying keenly noticed Shen Cong's gaze.

A reply popped up on the screen, and Shen Cong's eyes moved.

Then quickly turned around.

Shen Cong also noticed Ding Jiaying's gaze.

Ding Jiaying suddenly felt very reluctant. Reading people's expressions was probably Shen Cong's new life lesson.

"Exaggerated! How did you drive so far in such a short time? Did you fly a plane?" The worst thing about Qiao Shen is that he is smart but self-aware.

Ding Jiaying said that she had already driven a long way away and she was not trying to tell him where she was but was refusing him to follow her.

Qiao Shen, who is a little bit stupid, is sometimes cute and naive.

The morning market was very lively, with all kinds of things for sale, chickens, ducks and geese making a lot of noise, and the hot and bustling scene was what Ding Jiaying missed.

"what to buy?"

"Nothing, just take a look."

"It's okay, we can stop and it won't get in the way."

"We'd be in the way if we stopped. Besides, I just wanted to take a look. I shouldn't block their way just because of my curiosity or anything else."

After walking three or four miles the weather changed.

The rain was pouring down, and I could hardly see the road ahead.

Fortunately, it is a cement road, otherwise it would be unimaginable.

Shen Cong was afraid that it was unsafe, so he parked the car in an open space on the side of the road and waited for the rain to subside before going up the mountain.

For a moment, the only sound in the world was the sound of rain.

Ding Jiaying had the illusion that there were only two people left in the world.

The rain, with its dampness, gradually occupied the space inside the car and blew into my heart through the air-conditioning outlet.

"Cold?"

Without waiting for Ding Jiaying to answer, he turned around and went to the back seat to find a small down blanket for camping.

"That's an exaggeration. It's not that cold now." Ding Jiaying stared with her eyes wide open.

"Be obedient. You are weak, so just cover half of it." Shen Cong covered her up after seeing her expression, and explained, "Now we need to turn on the cool air so that we can see clearly outside. The temperature is not high."

Ding Jiaying didn't know how weak she was in Shen Cong's heart.

It was windy and rainy, and the weather wasn't getting better, it was getting worse.

Ding Jiaying had been here before, and the road up the mountain was easy to walk on.

The repairs are almost done, and the way to end the awkward silence is to move on.

Ding Jiaying didn't understand either. Their relationship should have been closer than before, but there were many words and actions that they could no longer do.

Today is not a good day to go out. The journey was not smooth and I didn’t find anyone when I arrived at the destination.

Fortunately, the master said before that if I didn’t see him, I could take the key and move in by myself.

"Where are the keys?" Shen Cong looked around to assess the security level. He took out his cell phone just now and found that there was no signal. His face turned bad.

Ding Jiaying stood on tiptoe and took a key from the door frame with ease: "Here."

"You've been here before? Alone?"

"Yeah." Ding Jiaying picked up the luggage on the ground and bumped into the person in front of her.

"I'll do it." He reached for the luggage.

Ding Jiaying dodged and said, "Stop talking nonsense and open the door. You just came here with me, and I have the final say here."

Shen Cong had no choice but to open the door first.

The room was pitch black. Ding Jiaying asked Shen Cong to hold a flashlight and search the wall, and finally found the half-broken pull rope.

Fortunately, the electricity is still working.

"Thank you, the government." Ding Jiaying cheered.

Shen Cong's expression became even uglier. Not to mention the thick layer of dust on the simple tables and chairs, the bed sheets and quilts of indistinguishable colors gave people bad imaginations.

With a cold face, he rolled everything on the bed aside and spread out the sleeping bag he brought with him.

Ding Jiaying was used to this kind of life and found Shen Cong's eyes very funny.

This is probably the first time that the young master has been so close to this kind of life.

"Let me do it."

Shen Cong sternly rejected her attempt to take action and asked her to sit quietly on the bed.

Ding Jiaying, who was wrapped in a small quilt, watched him roll up his sleeves and trouser legs, wear a pair of flip-flops, hold a basin and a bucket, and mop the floor back and forth.

He put down the mop and picked up a rag to wipe every object inside and outside.

Ding Jiaying looked at him and felt as if she was looking at an old father who was worried about sending his daughter to college.

The absurd idea made me laugh.

"What are you grinning at?" Shen Cong finished packing, put down his sleeves and walked in.

Ding Jiaying picked up her phone and grinned at him: "Come on, smile."

Shen Cong obediently made a scissors gesture: "Yeah!"

His thin shirt was already soaked with sweat, so Ding Jiaying asked him to change his clothes quickly.

"Why do you want me to go out? Do you want to peek again?" Shen Cong became more lively.

"Little boys don't know how dangerous the world is. I not only peeked, but also took pictures secretly." Ding Jiaying pretended to be evil.

Shen Cong walked closer and closed the distance between them. They could even feel each other's warmth between their noses. "Take some pictures. Take some good ones. I'll give them to you as a treasure. How big do you want it to be?"

The heat that suddenly rose to her face broke Ding Jiaying's pretended calmness: "Chi..."

Covering her mouth, she said stubbornly with a trembling voice: "I will shoot whatever scale you choose."

"you said."