The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying doesn't like surprises. She has liked things to be planned since she was a teenager.

For example, if you plan to go to the library tomorrow, then the itinerary for the day will revolve around the library. Maybe you won’t go until 10 o’clock, but you will definitely go.

I don’t like someone suddenly joining my itinerary or even changing my itinerary.

If he said he would come back today, then he should come back today.

She is afraid of surprises or sudden changes, and waits for a stable happiness.

When I was in school, many people said that they seemed difficult to get along with, that they seemed particularly distant from others, and that they were too steady and seemed very scheming.

Only when you get close to him and get to know him well, you will find that he is actually a childish and chatterbox.

Otherwise, how could I have a friend like Xiao Mimi.

Now she could no longer remain calm and indifferent towards Shen Cong's feelings, and most of the time she gradually became unable to think.

After waking up from a good sleep, she began to look forward to the most anticipated night in these days.

When I am working, I can't help but take out my mobile phone to check the time. During breaks, I turn my head to complain that the sun is working too hard and hasn't set yet.

When the rosy glow covered the golden mountain and the clouds and birds all went home, Ding Jiaying packed up early and prepared to go home.

"You're so eager to get off work today?" Xiao Mimi met Ding Jiaying in the elevator. "Even earlier than me."

"Didn't you ask me to balance work and life?" Ding Jiaying found a good excuse.

"Is your lover back?"

"No." Ding Jiaying wondered if she was being too obvious and restrained her expression.

"Oh, I see. Just wash yourself and wait for him."

"Nonsense." Ding Jiaying quickly denied it. Seeing that she was dressed sexy and wearing sparkling earrings, she said, "What about you? Are you going out on a date? I haven't seen you dressed like this in a long time."

"No, it's just an ordinary bureau." Xiao Mimi's pauses between words were too suspicious.

"Ordinary bureau? You aren't with the guy named Han?" Ding Jiaying's intuition told her that something was wrong.

"How is that possible? Mulan will be there later." Xiao Mimi remained calm and looked away.

Ding Jiaying didn't expose her: "Do you want me to give you a ride? It's hard for you to drive in high heels, and you'll be drinking later."

"I'll take a taxi. You can go now." The elevator door opened, and Xiao Mimi hurried down, waving at her, "Enjoy tonight."

There is definitely a ghost.

Ding Jiaying didn't believe that this guy would not take advantage of such a great opportunity to use her car.

"Mulan, where did you and Mr. Xiao plan to go tonight?"

Mulan quickly replied with the address, saying that they were people she had met before because of work, and she didn't know many of them.

Suspicious. Since he was someone she had met before at work, Xiaoqian was more familiar with him.

If the purpose is to promote the relationship, it would be better to bring Xiaoqian along, why bring Mulan, who is almost unknown to her?

If this is true, what is there to hide?

"Okay, it looks like fun. Take some more pictures for us tonight."

Mulan responded quickly and straightforwardly, saying that she would definitely take more photos and bring them back.

When driving home, Ding Jiaying did not turn on the air conditioner, but opened the window to let the cool breeze blow on her face.

The green leaves of the Metasequoia on the right side of the road have been dyed with some rust color. They are reflected in the water and against the setting sun, which is warm to look at.

When you are in a good mood, even the two fighting water birds in the water look cute.

If he came back, she would jump into his arms without even having time to put on her shoes.

Would he get angry about this, wrap himself up in his coat?

What about his kiss? At which second will it fall?

……

If she let her thoughts run wild, Ding Jiaying felt that she would become more than a little lewd.

Her heart and emotions moved together, her skin and her blood warmly awakened the warm memories of being with him.

Some fleeting and intense emotions are like a fish under the water when a rainstorm is about to come. It only tries to find a little air for itself when it is on the verge of suffocation, creating ripples on the water surface, or even jumping out of the water and falling back heavily.

It was the first time that Ding Jiaying had the feeling that her body and soul were separated into two places.

After parking the car in the parking space, she couldn't remember the scenery or people she met along the way. How did she drive the car back relying solely on her intuition?

Simply incredible.

Looking at the lunch box on the passenger seat, Ding Jiaying's expression was even more unbelievable. Did she really get off the bus to buy a lunch box?

If he came back and heard that she had accidentally stopped the car to buy a lunch box and had no memory of it, he would definitely be shocked and would never let her drive alone again.

Ding Jiaying resisted the urge to inquire about his flight schedule, and spent the whole night absentmindedly flipping through pages of a book, changing TV series one after another, playing games, and moving the vases in the house one by one.

Later, I was unable to move the furniture and was so tired that I fell asleep on the sofa with my clothes on.

Shen Cong stared at his phone, but there was no news from her.

Did she fall asleep without any care or thought about me?

Luo Yan saw that he cared and thought that he might be able to have a day off tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, the woman I met yesterday showed up again.

"Hi, handsome guy. We are really destined to be together." Her delicate voice was suggestive.

Luo Yan felt a chill on his back. Boss, I am not familiar with this evil woman at all. I have not been bewitched. I am still a clean special assistant.

"Mr. Shen, our itinerary is confidential. I didn't tell anyone."

Shen Cong was in a bad mood, but he restrained himself from taking his anger out on Luo Yan: "I understand. You go back first."

"Yes." Luo Yan was just hoping for it and walked away with the wind in his feet.

Shen Cong knew he couldn't get rid of the person, so he pushed his luggage forward.

The woman pushed the bike and quickened her pace to catch up. "You still don't seem to be gentle with women. But when I saw your expression when you were on the phone yesterday in the rearview mirror, you looked very gentle."

Shen Cong said nothing.

"You are always like this. No one can see your true feelings, and no one can tell your fake intentions. As long as you want, your disguise can be very real. You are really a genius."

"You followed me just to say that? I'm almost there."

Shen Cong didn't have much time left for her, and his patience was running out.

She just smiled and said, "He's back. The person you drove away is back. As far as I know, Xiao Ruyi is already arranging for them to meet."

Shen Cong's eyes were like cold blades pointing straight at her face, warning her that he would kill her if she said another word.

She was familiar with his ruthless and bloodthirsty look. She grinned and mocked him mercilessly: "Have you revealed your true colors? You haven't even drunk the realgar wine yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

He stopped, and she walked towards him step by step: "Is this some shameful secret? After all, when you did these things, it didn't seem like you deliberately hid anything from anyone or left any way out."