The president is committing suicide

Not to mention that people cannot understand each other, even the same person may not be able to understand himself at different times.

Just like Ding Jiaying couldn’t understand whether her 27-year-old self was like living back in the first decade after the millennium. How could such an eye-catching title be popular now?

She felt that the shame of the past would hit her lost five years like a boomerang in the future, as if she was a bystander to all the past and present.

No sense of participation, no desire to participate.

I want to turn it off, but why is there still sound when I turn off the screen? I spent a while trying to turn off the annoying clip sound.

Update? If I have to restore it to this state, I'd be crazy.

Although it is nice to have so many fans, they don’t actually like me. Sorry.

One was a video call and Ding Jiaying pressed the button in a panic.

"Hello, Jiaying?"

It was Xiao Mimi's voice, spoken softly and in a low voice.

Why does she eat meat when she is called Roubao? Did she change her name?

"What an ungrateful guy, he just left me and ran away." Ding Jiaying was very dissatisfied.

"It's really you! Your phone has been returned?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became alert. "Why didn't you answer the video call and made it an audio call?"

"How do I do it? I don't know how." Everything was a little unfamiliar, just like getting someone else's phone and being so flustered that I didn't know where to press the wrong button.

"I understand. Is there any scene that is not suitable for minors that a beautiful girl like me cannot see?" It was obvious that Xiao Mimi had a richer imagination.

"What are you thinking about? He and I are just friends now." Ding Jiaying could not connect Shen Cong with some intimate scenes involving herself at all. It was not just strange, but more of an intuition that it was absolutely impossible.

Xiao Mimi got even more excited after hearing this: "As for friends, the word 'peng' has two meat moons on the side, which means that there should be skin-to-skin contact and more contact between each other in order to become close. You have lost your memory now, so it may not be effective if you just think about it yourself. Why don't you try this method? The instinctive body memory should be much more reliable than your empty brain..."

A chill ran up her spine, and when Ding Jiaying turned around, she saw Shen Cong standing at the door with a list in his hand. He had his hand on the door handle, and one foot had already stepped in.

Oh no, how much of what I just said did he hear?

The person on the other side was still chattering away about his experience.

Ding Jiaying raised her hand to cover the microphone and looked at Shen Cong in horror: "She is talking nonsense."

The voice coming from the receiver was so clear: "You don't have to be shy. This kind of need is not worth being ashamed of. It also has beauty benefits..."

Ahhhh, what should I do?

Ding Jiaying pulled back the quilt and stuffed her phone in, then added two pillows.

Finally, the sound became inaudible.

"It's just...it's just that the phone is a little out of control. It's okay, it's okay." Ding Jiaying was so embarrassed that she wanted to jump out of the window.

How could Xiao Mimi have so many vicious words!

Shen Cong roughly guessed what was going on and pretended not to care: "Do you want to take the phone to be repaired?"

"No. No. I mean, it should be healed in a while. I tried it just now. Haha." Ding Jiaying patted the pillow hard, hoping that the person opposite her would be more sensitive.

"That's good. Take a look at this." Shen Cong handed her the list in his hand.

Ding Jiaying took it and looked at it, she was so happy that she almost jumped up: "Can I be discharged from the hospital? Really?"

"Really!" Shen Cong nodded.

Ding Jiaying felt that Shen Cong was nothing like the person Xiao Mimi described him to be, and she must have some misunderstanding about him.

When she was discharged from the hospital, her parents were not able to come and her sister was flying around the world on business trips. Ding Jiaying has gotten used to it.

Career is always important, so I am always busy.

But the man in front of him is also the president of a group company, and he has been here for so many days.

Some people say that companionship is nothing, but it is actually very difficult for someone to be willing to accompany you in this way.

"Thank you." Ding Jiaying still said it while the car was speeding.

Shen Cong was still so gentle. He said, "You don't need to say thank you if you follow me."

"You make me feel indebted by doing this." Ding Jiaying's nose felt sour. Why didn't she like him?

"Owe?" Shen Cong's heart sank. "You don't need to have such thoughts. I am doing what I want to do. I am happy with it. You just need to follow your heart and you don't have to respond to me."

Fool.

Ding Jiaying felt that he was not the shrewd, cold-blooded and powerful person that Xiao Mimi described him as, but just a complete fool.

The place they returned to was not the Ding family or the Shen family, but a villa outside.

The interior decoration reminded Ding Jiaying of the videos uploaded on that account. They were really shot in her own house. Being a blogger is really honest.

"You take a rest first. Aunt Wang, take out the things in the trunk and stew a lighter bird's nest with more sugar." Shen Cong placed her on the sofa and went to the kitchen to give instructions.

Ding Jiaying then realized that the things the driver brought in were boxes of various nutritious goods.

The doctor said that she was not suitable for heavy tonic in her condition, and Shen Cong didn't seem like the type of person who would buy isinglass, ginseng, and angelica.

It doesn't seem difficult to guess who sent these things.

When Shen Cong sat next to her, Ding Jiaying tilted her head and looked at him: "Have you reconciled?"

"Who?"

"Asking knowingly."

"He gave it to me, and I took mine. It has nothing to do with you."

"Then give it to me to drink."

"Don't you like drinking this? You've been taking bitter medicine for so many days, why not drink something sweet?"

This person was simply unyielding, so Ding Jiaying had no choice but to say, "Your father is showing goodwill, so as a son you can't help but give him some face."

Shen Cong smiled and stroked her hair: "Be good, don't think about these things, I will handle it."

What's the joke? Be good, pat your head?

Please, Ding Jiaying really felt uncomfortable being treated like a little girl by a guy who was five years younger than her.

She reached out and slapped his hand away, saying coldly: "Well, it's good that you know. Solve your own problems yourself."

If you don't want me to worry, then of course I won't worry. Are we very familiar with each other?

What does the feud between this unfortunate child and his parents have to do with me?

Ding Jiaying grumbled and groaned in dissatisfaction, dragging one leg to go upstairs.

Shen Cong took just one step towards her when she stopped him: "I'm an adult now, I should handle my own affairs."

Not knowing what strange spot he had hit, Shen Cong didn't dare to move forward.

The fact that she could walk into the house without yelling to leave was beyond his expectation, and he didn't dare to expect more.

He pointed to the bottom of the stairs: "There's an elevator over there."

Ding Jiaying quickly assessed her physical condition and the stairs within 0.2 seconds and chose to walk towards the elevator without hesitation.

"Your room is at the very back on the right side of the elevator."

There was no response, but Shen Cong watched her enter the room and close the door before he looked away.

Ding Jiaying lay in bed thinking about many things. She was indeed a little confused today.

Her memory stopped at the age of 22, not that her brain had regressed to that of a two-year-old. Seeing everything in the house, and combining the contents of the video with the words of the people around her, she could easily judge that she had once seriously loved a man named Shen Cong.

His 22 years old is completely different from my own 22 years old. He is mature and wise beyond his age. No wonder my sister is worried that she will be controlled. Xiao Mimi said that she is definitely not a match for him now.