The president is committing suicide

In the boxing gym, Chen Mi is not as skilled as others.

Seeing Shen Cong standing at the door, Chen Mi raised his chin slightly.

Chen Mi walked around to the passenger seat to open the door for Ding Jiaying and said goodbye to her gracefully.

Ding Jiaying was smiling, and Shen Cong's face couldn't be any darker.

He walked up stiffly to Chen Mi, thanked him, and shook hands with him reluctantly.

"I'll go back first. Drive carefully." Ding Jiaying said and went in without even looking at Shen Cong.

The smile she instantly put away made Shen Cong's face darken a little.

"Let's talk." These words made both of them stop.

Ding Jiaying only saw Shen Cong's unquestionable back and looked at Chen Mi with some worry.

"It's okay, let's talk." Chen Mi waved at her in a relaxed manner, "You should go home and rest first. You are tired today."

Shen Cong didn't turn around, as if he was resisting himself.

In a society ruled by law, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. Nothing should happen at the door, and it can be seen from upstairs as well.

Ding Jiaying planned to go upstairs and observe carefully, and call the police immediately if anything went wrong.

The two men did not notice Ding Jiaying's worry. They stared at each other and refused to show any weakness.

Chen Mi seemed to be laughing, and lowered his voice: "I will take her away from you."

An arrow hit the bull's eye.

Shen Cong turned around and saw from afar that the light in the room on the second floor was on, and there was a blurry figure behind the gauze curtain.

He suppressed his urge to kill, his eyes brightened surprisingly: "You are willing to risk your life, I actually admire you a little bit, but it's a pity that you will never succeed in anything you do."

"Have you ever had your mouth blessed? Does the Bodhisattva allow you to brag like that?" Chen Mi unconsciously clenched his fists and told himself to restrain himself.

Shen Cong's words were full of threats: "I don't believe these things. But I advise you to believe them. At least you will have something to rely on when you die one day."

As if he had seen something vile and dirty, Shen Cong did not intend to stay for even a second.

"You just want to take revenge on me, why bother pretending to be so deeply in love with me. Since you're already pretending, why can't you pretend better!" Chen Mi also saw the lamp upstairs.

Shen Cong quickly approached Chen Mi, his eyes cold: "Your sins are unforgivable even if you die a thousand times. I advise you, a coward, to stay weak and not to show off. Otherwise..."

"How is it?" Chen Mi did not step back, but took a step forward.

"If I crush you to death, it would be no different from crushing an ant."

"Let's leave the past alone. The facts you identified are completely different from the facts I gave, but our hatred for each other is the same. But what does all this have to do with Ying? Did you take her away just to get revenge on me?"

The past was brought up again, and huge waves rose in Chen Mi's mind. The old things burst out of his chest and he almost shouted them out.

"Shut up!" Shen Cong growled and warned like a wild beast.

"Are you sincere? She is unhappy, can't you see?"

Shen Cong grabbed Chen Mi by the collar and lifted him up: "I told you to shut up!"

As if hearing something funny, Chen Mi grinned and turned his head to offer his face: "Hit me. Come on. Just like in the boxing room, show off your extraordinary fists. Come, let Aying see your majesty."

"You are provoking me." Shen Cong knew that Ding Jiaying had been standing there, and Chen Mi obviously knew it too.

"I guess so. After all, there are not many opportunities like this." Chen Mi had some difficulty breathing, but did not give in at all.

As if he had heard a joke, Shen Cong loosened his hands and patted them twice as if to clean them: "Want to negotiate terms?"

Before Chen Mi could say anything, Shen Cong left with contempt and sneer.

Even with the door closed, the lights were still bright.

He stood there looking at the figure upstairs, stretched out his hands and waved vigorously, smiling hard.

Regardless of whether the night has dimmed the colors of all these, Chen Mi just wants to say, we will all be fine, believe me.

Ding Jiaying was very nervous just now and was considering whether to go down, but the way Chen Mi waved goodbye didn't seem to be a big deal.

He drove off and she watched his lights disappear around the second turn.

"Aying, are you asleep?" Shen Cong's voice rang out.

Ding Jiaying opened the door and looked around at his face.

Shen Cong was very happy that she could open the door: "The osmanthus wine is ready, would you like a bowl?"

Ding Jiaying was sure that there were no injuries on his face and nothing unusual, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Chen Mi has been learning Sanda self-defense since he was a child, and has also represented the school in martial arts competitions.

"No thanks. I ate too much today." Ding Jiaying said and was about to close the door.

Shen Cong stuck one foot into the crack of the door to stop her from closing it: "Let's talk."

Almost begging, Shen Cong put his hand against the door.

Ding Jiaying was helpless: "What to talk about? I'm very tired now."

Ever since that incident, Ding Jiaying’s mind seemed to be filled with fatigue from thinking, and the world seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, without any real feelings.

Every day, it seems that it takes a lot of energy for her to go to work, face a social meeting, say a word or deal with a matter.

She said she was tired, and it wasn't an excuse.

Something in the body is taken away, and in return only endless internal damage is left.

She needs to shut herself off from the world and heal herself so that she can stop going crazy and appear to be living a normal life.

She was responding to her body's cries for help.

"You told me you had something to do today and didn't let me pick you up from get off work just so you could meet him?" Shen Cong tried his best to make his tone sound calm and not jealous.

Ding Jiaying thought about her visit to the hospital: "Not entirely, I also went there to do some serious business."

"Why didn't you tell me when you saw him? Were you afraid I would misunderstand?"

"No, I'm afraid you'd misunderstand." Ding Jiaying didn't want to meet his gaze. She folded her arms and stared at the floor beneath his feet.

"What?" He thought he had heard wrongly. She refused to back down from the way he gave her and was unwilling to go along with what he said.

Ding Jiaying's voice was a little muffled: "He is just my friend, there is no room for misunderstanding. Although he has a bad temper, he takes care of me and cares about me like a brother."

"Brother?" Shen Cong pondered the word, "Is he the kind of brother in the Peninsula drama?"

Jealous?

Ding Jiaying didn't like his sarcastic tone and retorted: "Strictly speaking in terms of age, you are just a younger brother."

"Brother?" Shen Cong's eyes became dangerous.

Ding Jiaying looked up and was stunned by his sudden change in aura, but she still said stubbornly: "Five years old. If you count my age, it's not too much for you to call me aunt. Little one."

Shen Cong didn't say anything, and Ding Jiaying suddenly got scared: "I want to rest, you go."

Saying that, he closed the door.

Unexpectedly, a big hand grabbed my wrist and pushed me into the door without any explanation. A figure then loomed over me.

"I don't recognize any of you brothers or sisters. I'm going to show you who your man is."