The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was stunned. Is this the learning ability of a genius?

The pattern in the coffee cup is not a simple latte art, a cloud, a leaf or something like that, but the silhouette of a person.

Ding Jiaying recognized it at a glance; it was her own shadow.

"How is it? Is it acceptable?" Shen Cong asked.

How can this be just a compromise? This is too much.

Ding Jiaying felt that her words were redundant at this moment. He had already demonstrated his extraordinary skills when he was painting last time. Who knew that he could be so handsome and cool in a completely unrelated field.

"This is simply professional." Ding Jiaying held the cup and was reluctant to take a sip: "No, I have to take a picture and send it to Xiao Mimi."

Shen Cong felt a little jealous: "Why do you always think of her?"

The steamer's time was up, so he had to take it out first and then follow her.

Ding Jiaying was showing off there and got a big roll from the other end.

"Don't show off your affection when you should be eating. Be careful or I'll poison your coffee next time."

A beautiful hand gently took the phone away, and the voice was gentle: "Don't play with your phone while eating."

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but smile, and looked at Shen Cong with narrowed eyes: "Okay."

When she was obedient, she was like a cat. Shen Cong removed the bones from the fish and put only the fish meat into her small bowl: "Try the fish meat. I added some seasoning. It's a dish I often made when I was in school outside."

"Really? You want to cook for yourself too?" Ding Jiaying's eyebrows jumped after taking a bite. "It's delicious. Much better than what I cook."

"Really?" Shen Cong picked up another piece of food and gave it to her with chopsticks. "If it tastes good, eat more."

"Aren't you allergic to seafood?" Ding Jiaying said.

Shen Cong was a little surprised: "Don't you forget it?"

"I heard it from Xiao Mimi." Ding Jiaying lied, but she said it subconsciously. "Are freshwater fish expensive over there? Freshwater fish here are expensive, not only are there fewer varieties, but they also have an indescribable smell. Diesel? Earthy? Anyway, it doesn't smell good and doesn't taste good."

"It's not too bad. You can basically buy anything in the Chinese Super League. It's just a matter of price." Shen Cong said.

Ding Jiaying suddenly realized that she just lacked some top-level superpowers. For someone like Shen Cong, it was fine to eat freshwater fish that was airlifted within 24 hours every day, but she was still worried about his food problem. She was simply worrying too much.

After finishing the meal, Shen Cong asked Ding Jiaying to rest and went to the kitchen to clean up without saying anything.

Although Ding Jiaying, a mediocre contestant, managed to cook the meal, the kitchen was so messy that it looked like a world war had just taken place.

"You really don't need help?"

"unnecessary."

"Then I'll go upstairs and take a shower. I'm too tired today."

Shen Cong nodded lovingly: "Go quickly."

"I almost forgot. Come to me when you're done cleaning up. I have something for you." They talked about a lot of things today. Ding Jiaying was so happy that her face was flushed.

"Got it. I'll be up in a minute."

While Shen Cong was cleaning up, Ding Jiaying took advantage of his unpreparedness and kissed him on the face, then quickly ran away.

The crisp laughter followed the footsteps all the way upstairs.

Shen Cong's heart was scratched lightly, but it didn't hurt. It moved him and left a mark.

He quickly finished the work at hand and went upstairs. He couldn't contain his overflowing heart.

He felt terrible. He wanted to hug Aying tightly with his burning passion, wanted to be with her forever, wanted her to make a promise to him, wanted to get to know each other again like before, like the mad intimacy that made every quarrel even more intimate.

Standing at the door, he took a deep breath, trying to control his impulse.

But the moment he opened the door, he almost failed.

"Why don't you come in?"

Ding Jiaying's voice is soft, her skin is moist, and the bright lip gloss on her lips tempts people to kiss a jelly.

Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling a little too quickly.

Her long hair was loose, falling on her fair shoulders, and her black hair and fair skin directly stimulated Shen Cong's senses.

He couldn't help swallowing and trying to remain calm: "I, I haven't knocked on the door yet."

Ding Jiaying twisted a strand of hair around with her fingers and said with some dissatisfaction, "I thought you knocked."

Shen Cong's voice was not his own, and it became a little low: "Aying, you..."

He wanted to say, you are tempting me.

However, he immediately realized that her temptation did not start from this moment.

He leaned forward slightly and reached out to brush the black hair away from her shoulders.

She looked up at him with a smile on her face, and stared into his eyes so blatantly.

She must have seen it, saw her undisguised desire at that moment.

But she did not avoid or retreat, and even challenged him with affection: "Ah Cong, don't you want to come in?"

Shen Cong's legs almost went weak due to his unwillingness. She wore the most innocent makeup and said the most aggressive words, leaving him with no power to resist.

"Ah."

He was obediently led to the room by Ding Jiaying, his heart beating like a drum in his ears.

"I messed up on your birthday. Let me make it up to you now, okay?" Ding Jiaying blinked her eyes, as bright as the moon and as agile as a fox under the moon.

Of course Shen Cong knew what she was talking about, but his heart was so overwhelmed by the huge surprise that he didn't know what to say.

Is this really the case? Is it so that Ding Jiaying can be so proactive and irresistible when she is in love?

Shen Cong couldn't help but kiss her.

He couldn't help but remain indifferent when the person he loved most kept saying things in front of him that he should have the courage to say.

How bold! How bold! She had the guts to make the decision without even noticing his wishes.

This makes your gentlemanly and humble waiting seem like cowardice and incompetence.

But what to do? She was so dazzling like this, and he liked her so much.

Shen Cong suddenly held her face, pulled her up on tiptoes and kissed her, then he held her tightly with his arms, trying to pull her into his body.

He loved it so much that the ravages of his tongue were not enough to express the rage in his heart like the raging waves of the ocean.

He didn't allow her to retreat, pressing her against the wall against his body, not giving her any chance to breathe.

"You know what's going to happen next."

Between the lips and teeth, Shen Cong's steaming words received no response.

He received an even more passionate kiss, climbing his neck, biting his lips, and bending his body into a moon.

What else was there to say? She threw herself into his arms, trembling. What else was there to say except to hold on tighter?

Shen Cong held her like this, holding her hostage, dragging her along, stepping over the roses on the ground, knocking over the lamp on the table, and then he turned off the switch with his entangled fingers, letting the candlelight sway triumphantly.

They finally fell into a long-awaited fierce battle, and it was a thrilling one.