The president is committing suicide

"If you don't want to take this class, you should have said so earlier."

Xiao Mimi looked at him coldly.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Ding Jiaying did not refute, but just couldn't help laughing.

"Knock on you, you worthless thing!" He held up the rolled-up document and tapped it gently on her head.

Then she sighed.

"Do you like him so much? Why can't you stay away from him for a while?"

Ding Jiaying nodded.

"Oh my god, this is such an injustice. You clearly said you wouldn't make the same mistake again. This person...what if you two separate?"

Ding Jiaying winked cynically: "If we break up now, people will probably say that I, a rich man, played with a handsome guy and then abandoned him."

"Ok?"

"I didn't lose anything if I slept with him."

"Damn it, do you have to be so blunt? The office door is not even closed."

Isn’t it a bit late for Xiao Mimi to remember to close the door now?

"But your happy expression is really nice, even though it's shameless."

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything, but happily curled up in the chair and laughed happily.

Although he did not show it as much as he did in front of Shen Cong, he even felt a little shy for some unknown reason and spoke less.

This morning in his room, Shen Heng waited until he went to school before he slowly pulled her out of bed and put on her clothes.

"Brother, what do you smell like?"

"What's the smell?"

"It has a sweet, citrus-like smell."

"Nonsense, where are the oranges from in such a short time?"

“Not citrus, but the cheerful smell of oranges grown in the sun.”

Shen Heng spoke very seriously, as if he was in that season himself.

“It’s the smell of happiness and joy, the smell of troubles dried up by the sun.”

This boy must be a natural born poet.

Ding Jiaying did not hear Shen Cong's answer, she only heard the sound of the door closing gently.

She leaned on top of him and asked, "So how did you answer?"

"I can't give you a good answer, except to say that you have a very good nose."

"Haha, that's not really a nice thing to say."

Just like being shameless is not a good word, Ding Jiaying just became happy.

Once I admitted that this was against common sense or my previous determination, all the burdens seemed insignificant.

Perhaps in betraying herself and killing her own opinions, she was no different from Shen Cong.

Later, the two of them got together again, and the matter of going to work was naturally delayed until now.

Qiao Shen still didn't give up and asked Ding Jiaying to have dinner with him.

It just so happened that she also wanted to take this opportunity to make things clear with him.

"Do you need me to go?" Shen Cong didn't like them eating together.

Ding Jiaying said: "This is my business, I can handle it."

Moreover, this is Qiao Shen’s emotional matter, and other people should not be allowed to interfere or even provoke him.

This is kindness to someone who is not loved in love.

Shen Cong escorted the person to the entrance of the alley.

"You should go back. You can't always rely on Sister Yuan for Shen Heng's care. She's OK at taking care of his daily life, but she's not good enough for his studies and psychology."

Shen Cong was very obedient and didn't say he would pick you up later.

After dinner, Ding Jiaying and Qiao Shen had a cup of coffee as usual, observed the people in the store, chatted, and watched Uncle Daping coming in and out busy and smiling.

"Uncle Daping is quite happy like this."

Qiao Shen tilted his head and looked at her: "How many times have you used this word today?"

"what?"

"Happiness. This word doesn't often appear in your words." Qiao Shen lowered his head and smelled the aroma of coffee.

Ding Jiaying's sensitive nerves trembled, and she turned away: "She doesn't often appear in my life."

Qiao Shen was so bitter about the coffee that he frowned: "So, you are happy now?"

Ding Jiaying nodded slowly.

It was hard for Qiao Shen to imagine any happiness in being with that moody, elusive psychopath.

"Because I am also a lunatic." Ding Jiaying answered the question he did not ask.

Qiao Shen looked at Ding Jiaying with a complicated look: "If I had revealed my true face earlier..."

"what?"

"Nothing." Qiao Shen stood up, walked around the bar, and searched under the cabinet for a while.

"What are you looking for?"

Qiao Shen raised a bottle, shook it and lowered his voice: "Let's drink. Celebrate your happiness."

Ding Jiaying glanced at Uncle Daping who knew nothing and said, "Using stolen wine?"

"Isn't it better?"

Qiao Shen and Ding Jiaying left without saying goodbye and chatted over drinks at a barbecue stall at the entrance of the alley.

They were dressed too formally, not like the kind of people who would come to a place like this.

But no matter how rich and powerful you are, you will have troubles, right?

Therefore, other people's eyes did not linger on it for long.

After all, I have enough troubles.

Ding Jiaying's alcohol tolerance is not very good, and Qiao Shen is not much better.

Both of them blushed, and Joe's eyes were red.

He held back for a long time before saying: "What if you give me a chance?"

Ding Jiaying shook her head: "You don't want it. This has nothing to do with love. You don't want it. How can you accept charity?"

Qiao Shen said nothing.

He drank a glass of white wine in silence and listened to the crisp sound of Ding Jiaying pinching the empty beer can.

Opportunity is a mysterious thing.

At work it may mean that you are just one option among many, an acceptable one.

But in love, chance means you are the one closest to the answer.

Therefore, opportunities in love are never given to people easily.

He should be happy that the person he loves is such a good person.

But he also hated her for being so cruel and why she was unwilling to give him a chance.

He is obviously better than that guy.

Ding Jiaying was drunk, even though she only drank a glass of baijiu and two cans of beer.

Qiao Shen, who seemed to be drowsy, looked at Aying who had her chin resting on the beer can.

At this time, he called her Aying in his heart and refused to admit that Aying had ever seriously rejected this title.

When calling Shen Cong, Qiao Shen called out this name provocatively.

"Aying is drunk, you come and pick her up."

Qiao Shen also refused to take her home.

Once you say you want to go home, it seems like you are admitting that the person in front of you has chosen someone else.

Even if she didn't like him, even if she sincerely rejected him, Qiao Shen didn't want her to become a whole with another man right away.

The lights were dim, and the voices around were noisy and disorderly. In his shaking soul, all Qiao Shen could see was Ah Ying, who seemed drunk and had hazy eyes.

Her face was flushed, but the cunning in her eyes was so bright.

In his mind, he kept rehearsing the arrogance he would feel when he met Shen Cong. When he came, Qiao Shen could only point his finger at the girl.

The words are stuck in my chest, and every word I pick and choose tastes sour and unwilling.

In addition to pretending to be cool, Qiao Shen didn't want Shen Cong to see any more of his gaze.

That was simply the kind of panic that a loser shouldn't show towards a winner.

Qiao Shen soon discovered it himself and looked at him stubbornly: "What happiness can I have with you?"

Shen Cong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "At least I'm better than you."