The president is committing suicide

Sometimes Ding Jiaying didn’t understand why her words had such a great influence on Shen Cong.

Ding Jiaying, who was kissed dizzy in the car, now had her hand held in Shen Cong's hand.

He held the steering wheel with his left hand and did not relax his right hand for a moment, as if Ding Jiaying would run away in the next moment if he didn't hold on tighter.

His expression returned to its usual stern look, the light from the street lamp flickering on the outline of his profile, giving no sign of him being on the verge of losing control just now.

If Ding Jiaying hadn't looked so pitiful and almost crying, Shen Cong didn't know if he would have gone crazy in the car.

Ding Jiaying's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest, and her exhaled breath was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

But she is just so useless.

Next to him, I began to have wild thoughts, and started thinking about the anonymous email in the mailbox, and every little detail about Shen Cong, and about the fantasies of another woman about him.

Shen Luxi is so dazzling, beautiful, humble, gentle and firm. She is a good work partner and a capable subordinate.

So would she be a qualified girlfriend, or even a more suitable Mrs. Shen? After all, Ding Jiaying knew nothing about the affairs of the Shen Cong Family Group and had no interest in them.

She didn't drink, but the caffeine kept her awake and also made her head spin uncontrollably.

When the traffic light turned green, Shen Cong answered a call using the Bluetooth speaker. It was Luo Yan, who was talking about work.

Ding Jiaying had been listening closely, and when the call ended, she asked casually, "Isn't Lu Xi following this project? Why did Luo Yan get the job?"

Shen Cong turned around with a half-smile: "This is the first time you care about my work. You can even remember the projects that everyone is responsible for. You care about me more than I thought?"

Is he joking?

Ding Jiaying felt that her question seemed too obvious and that she had exposed her intentions too much.

"Isn't it normal to care about you? Besides, these are the only two people I know about in such a long time."

Although it was a sophistry, Shen Cong didn't seem to mind at all: "If you want, I can introduce you to more people from my work. As long as you are willing to understand, I will tell you."

After saying a little more and taking another look, Ding Jiaying felt that she was about to tell him everything that had happened today.

But, how stupid that is!

"The air conditioner is a little cold. I'm afraid of the cold, so let's turn it up a bit." Ding Jiaying guiltily changed the subject.

Shen Cong calmly adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. Ding Jiaying took the opportunity to withdraw her hands and squeezed them, her palms sweating.

"Although the weather is getting warmer now, you still have a cold body. Why don't we find a Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe some medicine for you tomorrow?" Shen Cong reached out and took off his suit that was draped over the passenger seat and covered Ding Jiaying with it.

Although it was already very hot and she regretted her words, Ding Jiaying still couldn't refuse the clothes with Shen Cong's scent.

Boys' perceived body temperature should be different from girls'. The temperature is not that high now, but Shen Cong is already wearing a thin suit.

There was also a silk handkerchief in the pocket of the suit.

Wearing such a formal suit, did he come directly from some formal occasion? But isn't this the time for everyone to toast and discuss business?

The temperature in the car was really too high, and Ding Jiaying was almost sweating under his clothes.

"Where are you from? Do you have any social engagements?"

"Hmm, a boring party. You haven't eaten yet, right? Going out for dinner?"

"Forget it, let's go home and make some noodles."

I have been exercising a lot and eating a lot recently, but I have to control my appetite in order to maintain my figure.

Not sure how his words pleased Shen Cong, his expression became light and happy: "Okay, go home and make you the most delicious noodles."

After dinner, Ding Jiaying went upstairs and started to clean up the closet. As expected, she found the disgusting pajamas in the corner and threw them into the dirty clothes basket along with the men's and women's clothes.

"Butler Zhang, please dispose of all the clothes in the dirty laundry basket tomorrow."

"Okay, ma'am." Butler Zhang took the order and left.

"What's wrong?" Shen Cong brought Ding Jiaying a cup of longan tea.

"It's nothing. It's just the change of seasons, and I want to buy some new clothes." Ding Jiaying couldn't say it.

Shen Cong nodded: "Okay. If you have time, can you choose my clothes as well?"

Ding Jiaying saw that the man in front of her was actually tilting his head waiting for her permission, and she mouthed silently "please".

"Are you ordering me to do something?" Ding Jiaying felt a little uncomfortable and pretended to be reluctant.

Shen Cong saw that no one was around, so he reached out and locked the man in his arms: "You can ask me to pay any price, you can do anything you want to me."

Is this sentence said in this situation? Now he leaned over and stared at Ding Jiaying, as if licking his lips at his prey.

Who is the one who pays the price?

Play pig eat tiger.

Ding Jiaying's whole body was limp, and the little strength she exerted in pushing away was almost negligible.

"I do not want."

This voice was really not credible, and Shen Cong was selectively deaf.

As a result, the two of them kissed each other on the sofa in the living room. The heat was rising, and the unpleasantness of the day just evaporated in Ding Jiaying's mind.

Lying dazed on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Ding Jiaying belatedly realized that she seemed to have lost the ability to be angry with Shen Cong.

"So many high-end clothes are just thrown away?" Xiao Mimi on the other end of the phone was furious.

"Ah."

"Auntie, you can be angry, but just throw away those two pajamas. The other clothes are innocent!"

Although Ding Jiaying felt that it was a bit too much after throwing it away, housekeeper Zhang was always quick to handle things. When she woke up and looked, there was nothing in the dirty laundry basket.

"It's too obvious to lose only two pieces."

Xiao Mimi snorted, "I think you are just quibbling. With so many high-end custom-made clothes and so many new clothes, you can bring them to the company and we can hold a small auction or charity sale. Whether you make money or not, you can earn a good reputation."

He is indeed a career-oriented person. The only thing on his mind is the development of the company. He doesn't care about his best friend's feelings at all.

Ding Jiaying also responded with a humph.

"You're still humming. Have you grown wings? Then I don't need to tell you my latest news." Xiao Mimi took out her trump card.

Ding Jiaying was surprised to hear the news so quickly: "You wouldn't use fake news in a hurry, would you?"

"Do you think I am you?" Xiao Mimi sneered.

Ding Jiaying had no choice but to say, "Let's go buy new season clothes right away. I'll take care of your wardrobe."

"That's more like it." Xiao Mimi finally told him the news, "It's Shen Luxi. She has been transferred to Murmansk."

"What a coincidence?" Ding Jiaying, who is not a very smart person, also noticed that something was wrong.

"Yes. It was just a coincidence that I fell asleep and got hit by a pillow. That's why it's even weirder."