The president is committing suicide

"Celebrate your birthday?" Shen Cong heard her talking about this, as if he suddenly remembered it, "How do you want to celebrate it?"

Ding Jiaying laughed: "What's wrong with you? Why do you treat your birthday as if it's my birthday?"

"As long as you are happy, just treat it as your birthday. It may even make people happier."

"I never expected that your mouth could be more coaxing than your face." Ding Jiaying is now more daring in speaking.

Shen Cong also indulged her: "I'm telling you the truth. As long as you're happy, anything is fine."

"That's what you said."

"Yes, I said so."

"Aren't you afraid that I will take your title of president? And seize your power?" Ding Jiaying said deliberately.

"It's not a big deal. I was originally working for you, so it's good to clear my name."

She tried to find a clue on his face, but found nothing. It was as if he really didn't care about being the leader of this powerful group.

Someone once said that only those who have obtained something will say that the power and wealth in their hands are not worth mentioning.

Perhaps it refers to people like Shen Cong who have lived in these whirlpools since birth. The two treasures that people flock to are not without temptation, but the hardships they face are difficult for outsiders to see and understand.

She believed that Shen Cong really didn't care and was even a little tired of it.

But he wouldn't tell this to anyone else.

Because it is unspeakable and cannot be said. Even if I say it, no one will believe it, and they may even wonder if this person is in Versailles.

"Very good." Ding Jiaying raised her eyebrows and answered that he would never talk about fatigue to outsiders.

She let him go out to do his own thing, asking only one thing, that he come back that day.

Ding Jiaying arranged everything while he was away, booking a restaurant and a cake, buying her favorite dress and a birthday present for him. The most important thing, of course, was to practice her dance.

Although it is not possible to be perfect, but it is what we can do to strive for perfection and keep getting better.

Shen Cong is really busy. He is conducting inspections, research, meetings, supervision, unannounced visits, receptions, visits and approvals. Even on the golf course, he is facing either partners or future partners, so his mind is never idle.

Time is cut into thin slices and assigned to different tasks, and life seems to be filled up.

Ding Jiaying got Shen Cong's itinerary from Luo Yan. The full records on it made her feel even more sorry for her man.

No job is easy.

"Why are you sighing? Haven't you been looking forward to this day for a long time? Why are you so frowning at the last minute?" Xiao Mimi was lying there, her face covered with mud, and her voice was muffled.

Ding Jiaying let someone smear paint on her face: "It's still unknown whether he can come back tomorrow. You haven't seen his schedule, it's so packed."

"That's right. Even the slacker in my small company is sometimes very busy. His company is huge and capable, so he definitely can't stop working."

"Stop talking, or your face will be full of wrinkles." He was already irritable, and she became even more anxious after hearing what she said.

"Okay, okay, let's talk later." Xiao Mimi also felt that someone was there, and it was a bit embarrassing to say this. "I stayed up all night last night, so I can sleep for a while now. Let's talk later."

Xiao Mimi was indeed tired, and five minutes later she could be heard snoring.

Ding Jiaying couldn't sleep, even though she had tried the password many times, it was still wrong. She had no idea what Ding Jiaying did when she first celebrated Shen Cong's birthday, and she also wanted to know what made Shen Cong, a proud and intelligent man, fall in love with her, a seemingly ordinary older sister.

It's not about belittling yourself. Although love seems to come out of nowhere, your experiences from childhood to adulthood have already determined what kind of person you will like in the future.

A person who likes reading and talking about classics and history will not be interested in someone who cannot even understand high school textbooks. A lively, fun-loving person who likes extreme sports will most likely be bored by a homebody. How can a travel blogger who has traveled around like a person who went to elementary school, middle school, and university in the same city and has never left the province in his twenties?

Similarly, how could a calm and intelligent academic master fall in love with Ding Jiaying, who was five years older than him and had to rely on her sister's tutoring to barely attend a decent university abroad, in such a short period of time?

This is not a lack of self-confidence, but a reasonable suspicion of suspicious events. Especially the longer I am with him, the more suspicious I become. What is it about me that attracts him and makes him so devoted?

Shen Cong never celebrated his birthday before. Even among his friends, no one had ever attended his birthday party. He also did not attend other people's birthday celebrations.

I was originally looking forward to it and thought it was a good arrangement, but my own wild thoughts defeated it.

After the spa, Xiao Mimi sat opposite Ding Jiaying and saw that she was not in a good mood and looked depressed.

"What's wrong with you? You seemed a little expectant and a little anxious just now, but now you seem desperate? What did the beautician do to you just now? Your face looks good now, but your mood is wrinkled?"

Ding Jiaying could only say that Xiao Mimi was very observant sometimes: "Nothing, just a little upset."

"Isn't it just a time conflict? President Shen is a man of his words. If he says he will come back, he will come back. As for the time, it will be before 24:." Although Xiao Mimi understands that Ding Jiaying is now a student, facing fewer things and only thinking about this one thing, she understands Shen Cong even more. There are many more important things in this world besides love.

Moreover, a birthday, a meal, or a ceremony cannot actually change your feelings towards a person.

Even if Ding Jiaying doesn't celebrate his birthday today, will he have any objection?

will not.

He could even tolerate the fact that Ding Jiaying didn't love him after she woke up, and he held on to her tightly and refused to let go.

Love is something that doesn’t need to be expressed in a hurry.

Even if Shen Cong really couldn't come back today, would Ding Jiaying stop loving him?

will not.

"But... I'm always afraid that I won't do well, and I'm always afraid that I'll mess it up soon." Of course she knew what Xiao Mimi said. What she was really worried about was not whether he would come back, but whether this matter could make him happy.

Only when there are good results can we say that the process is not important.

Xiao Mimi hugged her with some heartache, as if she was hugging a little sister: "You are just too naive, so naive that you start to get stuck in a dead end. No matter what you do in this matter, Shen Cong will definitely be the happiest person. Even if you just bought him a four-inch small cake and ate it all by yourself, he would think you are the cutest person in the world."

"You're exaggerating." Ding Jiaying felt that Xiao Mimi said these exaggerated words just to make herself feel better.

Xiao Mimi did have such thoughts. Children always need some verbal affirmation to feel safe: "It's not just me who has a filter for you, Shen Cong's is even more serious. Even if you stop loving him and say that you may never like him again, he is still by your side."