The president is committing suicide

"Why are you so worrying about me?" The man's low and hoarse voice mixed with his hot breath was hard to ignore.

Ding Jiaying had no way to answer his questions. She lost her mind and looked dazed.

Shen Cong put his forehead against hers and pulled her into his arms.

There was some moisture on Ding Jiaying's skin and in her hair, and it felt wet and hot.

"Don't... feel hot..."

Shen Cong hugged her tighter with dissatisfaction: "I want it."

Why are you acting like a naughty kid?

Ding Jiaying lazily let him go, her mind slowly returning to normal as he combed her hair with his fingers.

What makes people worry?

This should be what I said out of jealousy, why did he, the villain, accuse me first?

When he was young, he seemed to be a green, expressionless, arrogant and fragile academic master. If "refined and extraordinary" is a good adjective, it is the most appropriate to describe him. Although he kept people at a distance at that time, he was not aggressive or cold.

He is like crystal clear ice, not an iceberg.

When I thought about the fact that I had seen this guy's childish appearance when I was no longer young, I felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

Especially now that I am so frank with him, so close that the distance between us is negative...

The more Ding Jiaying thought about it, the more she felt like ordering herself to stop, but her face quickly turned red like a rose.

Shen Cong skillfully sorted out his reason from the vortex of desire, feeling relaxed and at peace inside. He hugged her and just wanted to kiss her again and again.

He was very satisfied, and even though he noticed something was wrong with her, he rarely made fun of her shyness.

Ding Jiaying rarely began to enjoy this activity and began to frankly admit that she was having fun in the process.

The relaxed expression and body language prompted Shen Cong's unscrupulous attack.

The wind and rain are blowing violently, the spring waves are rippling, and the cold moon becomes a warm moon.

Suddenly Ding Jiaying thought of something and pushed his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Shen Cong thought he had hurt her somewhere, after all, he had lost his balance.

She seemed to gather her strength and asked, "Did you come out just now?"

Shen Cong was just about to say that of course he came out and was extremely happy.

I immediately realized that she was not asking this, but that I was indeed getting too carried away in there just now.

He had always tried to avoid this kind of situation, but today he didn't.

Or was he deliberately indulging himself, wanting to have a glimmer of possibility?

"Don't worry, we'll go to the hospital tomorrow."

Shen Cong hugged the person in his arms tighter, face to face, as if asking for her forgiveness.

Ding Jiaying didn't think it was that serious. She just thought that if it happened, they both had been drinking and might be a little worried.

"Yeah. Let's go to the hospital and feel more at ease."

What was I hoping for just now? Shen Cong laughed at himself.

"Ah Cong, do you like your daughter?"

"Ok?"

"I mean, have you ever thought about having a child?"

"..."

Shen Cong did not respond to this question.

In the darkness, Ding Jiaying's mood dropped.

It turns out that I was too anxious.

She heard from her mother that they had originally planned to have a child this year, but because of the car accident, they wasted another half a year.

Year after year, I don’t know when it will end.

It was not because her mother said that her age would become a factor that needed to be considered in fertility, but because this person was Shen Cong, and she began to consider the possibility of having a child with this man.

Although in her heart she is only 22 years old now, it is far from the time to think about these things.

The fears and insecurities she had endured as a child.

She couldn't imagine having another little child go through this again, because she wasn't sure she wouldn't become a shadow of her parents and family, a big tree that would cast a shadow on the path of a young child's growth.

Because of him, all those past experiences of working hard but being ignored, and standing on tiptoe but not being loved are over.

Ding Jiaying did not give birth because she was old enough to do so, but because she loved this man so much that she wanted to have a child of their own.

She was confident that she would have a pair of loving parents, a pair of parents who loved her wholeheartedly.

But his silence made a string in Ding Jiaying's brain suddenly tighten like a warning, making a sharp sound.

He doesn't want it.

He was hesitating, weighing, and considering.

And the things that need to be done are not the things that you want to do most.

Ding Jiaying has experience.

Although she was still feeling the afterglow of physical pleasure, Ding Jiaying couldn't control her mood from falling: "It's nothing, I was just asking casually."

She was frustrated, sad even.

Shen Cong held her hand as she was about to pull it away and said anxiously, "Then let's go to the hospital together tomorrow. Let's check if the recent medication has any effect on your body, okay?"

"you……"

"I like daughters. I like daughters the most."

Ding Jiaying leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief: "You want this, right?"

Shen Cong gave him a positive answer: "Of course."

Very good, he did not hesitate, did not cover up, did not change the subject, and did not lie to me just because he was afraid of making me sad.

Ding Jiaying pushed herself into Shen Cong's arms: "This is for both of us. Don't regret it."

Shen Cong said of course.

Ding Jiaying actually felt that she was a bit pretentious, as if she suddenly felt a little emotional and willful and didn't want to control herself to think about him and take care of his emotions.

She just wanted him to say yes, regardless of what the matter was.

Quickly and surely without hesitation.

The little disturbance just now did not affect the tenderness between the two, but Ding Jiaying was too weak to continue, so Shen Cong could only kiss her over and over again.

The kiss made it difficult for her to breathe.

After she fell asleep, Shen Cong looked at her sleeping face and could hardly hide his desire for her.

This woman really knows how to manipulate him.

He was just jealous, so she said she wanted to give birth to a child for him.

hateful.

He was panting in the bathroom, with her in his eyes and heart.

"Aying, Aying, Aying..."

The running water concealed the sound, he leaned against the wall, murmuring her name over and over again.

The hot and humid burning sensation was held in the palm of his hand and he was unwilling to let go, going back and forth, deep and shallow, and it would not let go even after it pierced him. He felt pain and happiness at the same time.

No one could imagine that President Shen, who was well-dressed, handsome, and looked down upon the world in the daytime, would be so humble, embarrassed, and confused in front of Aying under the cover of night.

If you want to get close, don’t get too close. Back off appropriately but don’t be unwilling to back off.

Between scaring her and putting himself in a difficult position, Shen Cong seemed to have no choice.

Because if one day, he released his true self in front of her, he could not guarantee her safety.