The president is committing suicide

Getting used to kissing is really a very dangerous thing.

Ding Jiaying's attachment to Shen Cong grew day by day amid her own fear.

Step by step, before Shen Cong set any trap, Ding Jiaying had already jumped into a trap called love.

It sounds corny and gives me goosebumps, but that's the reality.

"What do you mean by quitting? You're so crazy." Xiao Mimi was the first to object.

Ding Jiaying's look is infuriating. She is clearly blessed by love, loved by someone, and in love with someone, but she is acting like she is being persecuted. She cowers and says that it is not hers and that she cannot take it like this.

"I just feel like what I'm doing is a little wrong." Ding Jiaying sat on the sofa with a smile on her face, hugging her knees.

Xiao Mimi was already considering whether to strangle her with the pillow on the sofa.

Her voice was chilling: "Are you sure you're not here to show off your affection?"

This is Shen Cong. President Shen has everything arranged in advance. How is it possible that when he is about to arrive at the airport and the other party suddenly says he wants to come, he would change his schedule to cooperate with him?

Ever since Xiao Mimi knew him, she had never heard that he had ever compromised for anyone, especially such unreasonable behavior.

If the other party was not a prince of a country, he would be sorry for President Shen's indulgence.

Only the person in front of me is stupid.

Didn't he just lose his memory? Xiao Mimi felt that this guy seemed to have lost his basic logical judgment ability regarding Shen Cong's affairs.

"Isn't it just that he suddenly came back because of you? Is it necessary to make yourself like this? He broke up two families just to marry you. Even though you lost your memory, he still decided to be with you and would never leave you. It would be fine if you didn't like him. Now that you like him, what reason does he have to back off? Because that Ding Jiaying was originally his?"

Ding Jiaying raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes: "Mimi, you still understand me!"

"..." Xiao Mimi was speechless. I don't really want to understand you, but I don't agree with your weird ideas.

"Sister, you have to understand. You were madly in love back then. He was cold and icy outside, but in front of you, I guess, I guess, he was a little fanatical to the point that people would mistakenly think he was violent in some way. Am I being too explicit? You have to change your mind. Do you have to blush so obviously, as if you knew it? Didn't you say that you are not the former Ding Jiaying?"

Ding Jiaying wanted to refute but she couldn't control her racing mind, and what was playing back was not just the scene that had happened.

"In the past, you cared about Shen Cong in every detail, from hairstyle and clothes to meals and soup... It made me wonder when you became a good wife and mother. And we started to not see each other often. As soon as we got off work, you said you wanted to go home and be with your President Shen." Xiao Mimi felt jealous at the end.

"I……"

Xiao Mimi reached out her hand to stop Ding Jiaying from speaking, and put her finger on her lips: "Woman, you have to know that we are born different in this world. Being liked by men is such a normal thing, not worth mentioning. What we need to face is our desire to continue to move forward in our careers and our unremitting pursuit of enriching our inner selves."

"speak English."

"Our work is about to start. You will have to go to the crew then. Now start preparing for your comeback. I am not urging you to go to work and make money for the company. The main thing is that your physical condition and IQ are not in good condition now, and our great account cannot be wasted. Don't you think so?" Xiao Mimi smiled sweetly.

As expected, if a person becomes a capitalist, her thoughts will become those of a capitalist, and she will no longer be able to truly stand together with the working people like me.

Ding Jiaying threw a pillow over angrily: "Greedy capitalist!"

Xiao Mimi took it lightly: "The biggest capitalist is the man next to you. You can fight against him on our behalf."

"What are you thinking about?" Hearing the voice, Ding Jiaying turned around, and was stunned when she saw the person.

She just remembered that she had returned to her own space from the company. And Shen Cong came out of the bathroom in her room so freely and comfortably.

The thin belt around her waist was tied a little too casually, revealing a large area of ​​skin, and her wet hair had not yet dried.

As he wiped his hair, the collar seemed to open up. The damp hair and the hot steam added a lot of ambiguous atmosphere to the scene in front of him.

Shen Cong's figure is more interesting than his face. His smooth skin is tightly stretched over his strong muscles, and the part hidden under the white cloth is more likely to give people inappropriate imaginations.

Ding Jiaying is not a minor. She has seen pigs run even if she has never eaten pork. She can still clearly distinguish between a good figure and an attractive figure. Especially those who have collected Jiang Chengwu's hot photos, their research on human body aesthetics is more in-depth than that of ordinary people.

Excellent.

Ding Jiaying's throat tightened unconsciously, and the action of swallowing saliva was a little too obvious.

Shen Cong saw it and deliberately relaxed his voice and hair, letting the moist mist tease Ding Jiaying's heart: "I don't know why there is only cold water in my room, so I can only wash here with you. Where is the hair dryer? I can't find it."

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything, staring at his red lips and wondering how a man in the world could have lips of such a beautiful color? What shade of lipstick could produce such a color? What would it look like if she put such a color on her face?

But his lips were so soft, and he kissed her so seriously and forcefully, as if he wanted to suck Ding Jiaying's soul away.

Thinking of this, my heart skipped a beat and my limbs felt weak.

"Aying, Aying?..."

Why did you call me? Am I abnormal?

Ding Jiaying followed the voice and saw Shen Cong's concerned face, getting closer and closer, as if he was about to push her into the corner, hold her in his arms and bring her into a storm just like in the dream.

"Do not."

She protested weakly, her voice so quiet that it was almost inaudible.

"What's wrong?" Shen Cong reached out and touched Ding Jiaying's forehead.

She was almost burned by the coming heat, and immediately turned her head slightly: "I'm fine."

He said everything was fine, but the expression on his face hardly ever lied.

Shen Cong saw her confusion at this moment, and he took a step back: "Hair dryer."

Damn it, Shen Cong's clothes almost fell off when he moved. Ding Jiaying felt her blood boiling and ran away quickly: "I'll go look for her."

"Why did you open the door and go downstairs? The hair dryer is in your room." Shen Cong looked at Ding Jiaying who was running away with his eyes full of pampering. It's good that you care. You should know how much I am afraid that you will be indifferent to me.