The president is committing suicide

"Are you okay?" Qiao Shen's opening remarks were very cliché.

Since Shen Cong took her away last time, he hasn't seen her again.

She seemed to be very busy and different from before.

There was no way, she pretended to be drunk that night, and all three of them knew it.

Now that we've already talked about it, why should we continue the love drama when we meet again?

Those emotions should also be put under control to avoid embarrassment for both parties.

The reason why Ding Jiaying was not in the mood to deal with all this was all because of Shen Cong.

When she returned that day, Shen Cong's eyes never left her.

"Did you have a good meal? What kind of wine did you drink?"

"I didn't drink much. I ate some basil bullfrog."

“Bullfrogs are now on the market?”

"I don't know, it's quite thin. It tastes pretty good."

"Don't eat out anymore. I'll cook for you next time."

Ding Jiaying knew what he and Qiao Shen had said. Even though he was so fierce, she still thought he was very handsome.

But she and Qiao Shen had the same question: is this really the right choice?

Don't blame her for always being insecure about her decisions; she always doubts herself.

Shen Cong held her hand and said, "You can ask anything you want. Just ask and I will answer."

Ding Jiaying suddenly backed off and didn't want to ask.

Shen Cong pulled her and said, "It will be resolved sooner or later, right?"

Ding Jiaying knew that Shen Cong was talking about his heart knot.

There is a secret between them, separated by a thin layer of window paper.

"You don't want others to always tell you what you want to know, right?" Shen Cong sat upright, "I can tell you."

He was emphasizing and pretending that he was not afraid at all.

Both knew what topic they were about to face.

"Your brain..."

Shen Cong's voice was steady: "It's okay now."

"What happened then?" Ding Jiaying stared at the sweat on his forehead.

His voice trembled, "Yes. It's not a big problem...well, a little big."

Ding Jiaying's look told him that he couldn't lie, because she knew more than he thought.

"I've been to the hospital."

Damn Liu Zhihu!

Shen Cong pursed his lips, his face was cold but his eyes were filled with the impulse of a knife.

"What did he say?"

"I don't care what he said, I care what happened to you." Ding Jiaying kept pursuing.

Shen Cong bowed his head and kissed her hand devoutly: "I can't bear to let go, I can't even bear to walk down that street."

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything.

"I don't want to sign a divorce agreement. I don't want to obey anything that reason teaches me. You hate me, resent me, and despise me. I want to keep you by my side like crazy. I want to kill anyone who stands in my way. At that time, I was a dangerous beast..."

"It may only take a moment to hurt you."

"I'm not a good person. I just want to hold you, even if it means going to hell with you."

"This is how I hunt down my enemies, and this is how I catch you."

Ding Jiaying was shocked.

A hot tear from Shen Cong burned the back of her hand.

He raised his head: "But if I hurt you, I won't be able to live. Because you will disappear from my life forever."

"I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid that if I die I'll never see you again, and you'll live a happy life with someone else. Even if I die I'll crawl out of hell and become a demon out of jealousy."

"Don't be afraid of me, Aying."

"I'm going to kill myself who is a threat to you. I set a trap and let Liu Zhihu find someone to deal with me."

“I’m efficient because of the money.”

"As long as I'm not sick, we can start over again."

"You fell in love with me even when you lost your memory, so why can't you do it again?"

Ding Jiaying could not find the truth in Shen Cong's face. He seemed to be floating in an imaginary past.

"Are you sure?"

He looked gloomy, dejected and looked sadly into Ding Jiaying's eyes: "I'm not sure."

"Aying, I'm not sure."

"I'm not sure about your heart."

Shen Cong took Ding Jiaying's hand and rubbed it on his face.

He wanted to grab it hard, but he didn't dare to use too much force and make her pull it away in pain.

He is cautious and loves deeply.

The tremor in Ding Jiaying's heart was like a stone thrown into the deep pool below the hundred-meter cliff.

"I'm fine now. The crazy part has been removed, and only the me who loves you is left. I want to make up for all the mistakes, errors and regrets in the past. I want to give you a complete love without deception, impurities and anything you don't want."

Shen Cong didn't want to scare her away. If he could open his heart so that she could understand, he would be willing to do so.

"You and Chen Mi..."

"Let's not talk about the past. No matter what the hidden story was, no matter what the purpose was, the hatred was settled at that time."

After so many years, even if Chen Mi really did something wrong to himself, it is all in the past.

But ever since she and Shen Cong have been together, Chen Mi has been trapped in time, regretting that she did not become a savior in time.

In the past and now, he still can't escape.

Shen Cong insisted: "The cause of the incident was not hatred, but jealousy."

"Maybe you think I lack love because of my childhood experiences, so I am so obsessed with certain people. I am very grateful for the care of others, but I will not give up my love easily. My feelings for you are turbulent and without any signs, but it is easy for me to recognize that this is love."

"I am not a weak person, nor a strong person, I am a monster. My inner desire guides me to choose the fastest strategy to get you without much thought."

"So, it has nothing to do with whether it's Chen Mi or not?" Ding Jiaying was not very sure.

"If I had seen Qiao Shen instead of Chen Mi, the result would be the same. It's just that the strategy would be different."

"Then Qiao Shen."

"He's still safe and sound, doesn't that mean I'm already well, right?"

Shen Cong's expression when he asked her was so innocent and serious, and Ding Jiaying could only nod and say nothing to comfort him.

Ding Jiaying no longer cares about the past. Since she decided to be with him, she has convinced herself to isolate herself from the past if she has another chance.

After all, that's enough.

That's enough for everyone.

"You're fine."

Shen Cong shook his head: "I'm not good. I only took one look at you and I knew that we both lack love. I don't know why you want to forgive them for retreating step by step. When they have no more room to retreat, they think of launching a counterattack that is already expected to fail."

"I didn't understand at the time why you saw through them and gave up on yourself when you felt desperate."

"You should make them pay."

"Kindness is your weak spot. It's also the loophole that allowed me to take advantage of you."

"It's my meanness that got me you."

Ding Jiaying hugged him tightly and held his hand, which was getting more and more excited as he spoke: "No, no. You are already very good."

What kind of life did Shen Cong, a gifted child of heaven, smart and perfect, experience in the past?