The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying couldn't understand Xiao Mimi's train of thought. Just to verify her feelings for Shen Cong, she actually asked her to look at handsome guys next time.

Still a bunch of handsome guys.

"But now I can't do anything."

Xiao Mimi waved her hand and said, "It's not a big problem. You can still shoot it. At worst, we can find someone in our company to do the post-editing when you come back."

"How does this work?"

"The cost of hiring someone can be deducted from your dividend. I know the amount anyway, and I will never deduct less from you and make you feel uncomfortable."

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Ding Jiaying could only give Xiao Mimi a thumbs up. With such intelligence and sense of propriety, if you are not the boss, then who is?

Don't be fooled by the fact that employees who dare to be affectionate with Mr. Ding are less likely to be in power in the company. Ms. Xiao, who makes people afraid to act rashly in front of her, is the tough guy in our company.

Very good, I learned another lesson today.

The pure and clear college graduates are about to learn the lessons of society.

"When I took the photo of him before, you were still a nobody. I couldn't even see your hair when you were standing in the crowd at the airport. Now I've secured an opportunity for you to meet him at close range with only a few people present. This is considered VVVIP treatment given to you by the company. Don't be ungrateful."

What could Ding Jiaying say? She could only nod obediently.

Xiao Mimi sat next to her and handed her cup to Ding Jiaying naturally: "It's your turn to pour me coffee."

"Don't stare at me, isn't this opportunity precious?"

She also pointed to a reason and threatened to kill him?

"Da Mi, are you trying to blackmail me? Do you want me to be your slave? Dream on!" Ding Jiaying bravely said the words of resistance, took her coffee cup very honestly, and ran to the coffee machine happily.

"This is just the first time, don't do it again." Ding Jiaying also reminded, "Drinking too much coffee is not good for your heart."

Xiao Mimi was used to it, and she gracefully reached out to take it: "It's okay, I have a strong heart."

"Is it delicious? How's the cooking method?" Ding Jiaying asked, tilting her head.

"Don't say it. The way you look and talk now often makes me feel dazed for a moment, as if I'm talking to you from another time and space. You have the same name, and sometimes your expressions are the same, but the words you say are different." Xiao Mimi opened and closed the fingers of one hand, "It's just, it's hard not to feel a little fresh."

Ding Jiaying glanced back at her: "Do I need you to tell me that? Sometimes I feel that the Ding Jiaying you are talking about is not the same person as the Ding Jiaying I know. I also find it strange."

"We are kindred spirits."

“You know what I find most refreshing?”

"what?"

"Xiao Mimi is still single."

"What did you say?"

"You're so gorgeous, why are you still single? Don't you like all the handsome guys? Have you sent away the guy who brings you flowers every day?"

Xiao Mimi put down her coffee cup, stood up and was about to rip Ding Jiaying's mouth: "Your brain is not good, but your ears are very sharp..."

"Is there actually another one in your phone..."

"Shut up."

The two of them were fighting in the office. People from the company who passed by the office saw them, smiled and walked away, as if they were used to it.

After arranging the work, Ding Jiaying now only had one problem: how to get Shen Cong to agree that she could start working as soon as possible.

After lunch, Xiao Mimi sent him to the car and said, "Let's talk it over when we get back. You have to give me a reply whether you have time or not. Remember that."

"I understand." Although she was still unsure, Ding Jiaying still had a smile on her face.

Halfway through the journey, she received a call. Shen Cong asked her to wait for him at the company to have dinner together.

I had something to say, so I went to the company after thinking about it.

I originally thought I had to wait until Shen Cong got off work, but I saw him coming downstairs as soon as the car arrived.

"Isn't there a very important banquet today?" Ding Jiaying remembered what he said when she saw him wearing the outfit she had matched for him.

"It's okay. Shen Lu and Fu Zhang will go as well." Shen Cong got in and asked the driver to get some local specialties and load them in the back of the car.

Ding Jiaying was a little uneasy: "Who are we going to visit? Who are your relatives?"

Shen Cong comforted her: "It's not a relative, it's your father who is back, and your grandfather asked us to go back for dinner."

Ding Jiaying felt a little speechless. Her father had come back, but she didn't know it. Grandpa asked everyone to go back for dinner, and the person he called was Shen Cong, and she had nothing to do with it.

My grandfather had some of the warmth that my grandmother brought him when he was young. When I was in school, I would visit him from time to time to say hello.

Later, I went abroad to study, and came back less often, so we met less often, and our feelings became less and less, unlike Ding Jiayin who was always around.

Could it be that grandpa knew about the slap in the mall and wanted to scold her and Shen Cong as well?

The car accident happened so long ago, my parents, sisters and even Ding Jiayin all knew about it. There is no reason why my grandfather wouldn’t know about it.

There was not a single phone call, a single message, or any condolences. Now they suddenly called someone over, and it was probably not because they were concerned about Ding Jiaying's health and pain.

It felt like a gust of wind was passing through my bones, making my heart tremble with cold.

She thought she had already been reminded by Xiao Mimi and no longer had any expectations for such family affection. Obviously, she still overestimated her own ability.

Shen Cong gently covered her clenched right hand and felt her slight tremor: "You don't have to say anything, leave it to me. Don't worry, no one can hurt you."

Grandpa's mansion was still as spacious and majestic as before, and even the flowers and plants along the path were arranged in order.

The three-story villa has ample space, with more than a dozen rooms, each with its own use.

Ding Jiaying rarely has the opportunity to stay here. Almost every time she comes here, she just comes to eat and then goes home.

Ding Jiayin would stay here for a while almost every summer, and her room was fixed, not the guest room that could be used to entertain guests at any time.

The servants in the villa called her "Second Miss" in a formal and polite manner, but Ding Jiaying felt strange.

They served tea and water, paying attention to every detail, and politely asked her and Shen Cong to wait in the reception room for the superior old gentleman.

Ding Shicong is old, with white hair and silver beard, but he is still energetic, with bright eyes and the arrogance that still looks down on the world. Unfortunately, he has gained weight a long time ago, and his big belly is drooping on his body, making people feel depressed.

He didn't look at Shen Cong, but said to Ding Jiaying, "I'll call Shen Cong and ask him to bring you to see me. Your father is back too, so it's a good opportunity for us to have dinner together."

She knew her father, a good man and a qualified businessman, but she always seemed a little humble when facing her father who created a business empire.

The eldest son who grew up under oppression always feels that he is not doing well enough.

The youngest son, who can't do anything well, is arrogant and confident that he can take over the world.

Before Ding Jiaying could speak, Shen Cong squeezed her hand and said, "We had just returned home from the hospital a few days ago. We have recovered a little these days and were planning to come and see you. It just so happened that you called and said your father was back. I brought some old mountain ginseng, which is not a rare thing. You can use it for your daily nourishment."