The president is committing suicide

People often say that as the second child in the family, Ding Jiaying has a good psychological quality, is tolerant of setbacks, does not care about other people's opinions, and can withstand criticism. She is friendly and has a bad memory, and can quickly forget those unpleasant experiences.

She is friendly and serious, and people often come to ask for directions when she walks on the street.

She has all the qualities of an ordinary kind person.

But deep down she hopes to become an excellent person, a smart person, and someone who can be relied upon.

It's a pity that she couldn't be that person.

Her talent was not enough to support her to become the kind of person her family needed, nor could she become the kind of person who was good at dealing with people and was favored by others.

She became a person who was acutely aware of other people's emotions and needs in all situations, and took the initiative to meet other people's social needs to avoid trouble.

She was marginalized and forgotten, forced to become a spectator on someone else's stage.

She thought all this could happen outside, and the way family members get along with each other is always a little different from outside.

She wanted to be something special.

But such denial and reality come too quickly.

It was all her fault that she had a car accident and lost her memory. She shouldn't have accepted this reality right after graduation. She should have lived a few more years pretending to be calm and happy.

Her tears were scalding hot. Shen Cong was in agony, his face dark as water.

"If they are not good, then forget them all. You have me."

Ding Jiaying raised her head from his arms, her eyes red.

He wiped away her tears with his fingers: "Whoever made you cry like this, make him disappear. From today on, he should no longer occupy any place in your heart."

Ding Jiaying remained silent.

"Or do you want me to teach him a lesson? Either is fine."

He spoke very seriously, with a look in his eyes that showed the determination to kill any god he met.

Why would she want to divorce a man like this?

Ding Jiaying thought that if she was really looking for a certain, unique love and care, why would she give up on him?

"I love you. I love you the most in the world. And you too."

Shen Cong lowered his eyes and looked at Ding Jiaying. She felt that she was almost drowning in this sea, almost throwing herself into his arms and agreeing to all his requests.

She tried her best to maintain her clarity of mind and put some distance between herself and him: "No."

"what?"

"I don't want you to do anything."

Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling. It was hard to convince Shen Cong to do nothing with this look.

"I……"

"It's just my own imagination." Ding Jiaying insisted stubbornly.

Shen Cong could not forgive the person who hurt her, even if it was her relative: "Is it Ding..."

"Will you give me your gem again?" Ding Jiaying interrupted.

Shen Cong looked at Ding Jiaying's face helplessly, took her hand, and opened the box again. A ball of red appeared in front of her, like offering his heart.

"I don't know how you feel, whether you would like a ring or a necklace. I plan to give you one after a while, and you can take your time to think about how to set it."

Ding Jiaying has received gemstones as gifts before, but when they gave them to her, they didn't consider whether she liked them. They thought sapphires were elegant and diamonds were crystal clear, so they gave them to her. No one knew that she liked rubies with a velvety texture.

It's not difficult to give her jewels, and it's not difficult to figure out her preferences, but why has no one asked after so many years?

Ding Jiaying's tears flowed again.

She brushed it away angrily.

How come I have become a crybaby who can't stop crying? The heroines in the TV dramas that mothers watch don't cry as much as I do.

"Shen Cong, do you know Ding Jiayin?"

Her voice was salty with tears, and she suppressed her sadness as she wanted to remind him that there might be a better choice, and also to confirm something.

"know."

“Then you know that she is the daughter of my uncle and the eldest daughter of Xianglong Group?”

Shen Cong nodded: "When doing business between families, we naturally need to investigate the details."

Ding Jiaying shook her head. "I mean, did you know that Ding Jiayin was the one that the Ding family originally wanted to marry you? She has better family resources behind her, far better than me."

"No one can defeat you." Shen Cong took a step forward and wanted to use the same trick to bring the person into his arms.

Ding Jiaying stood up and stepped back: "I am talking about objective reality."

Shen Cong refused to give in: "What I said is also realistic."

He forcefully pulled her to his chest and pressed her hand against his heart: "You can let it tell you if I'm lying."

The warmth of Ding Jiaying's hands was mind-boggling. The sudden silence between the two amplified the sounds of her breathing and heartbeats tenfold, and the bubbling soup in the pot made these sounds even hotter.

Shen Cong's charming face was getting closer and closer, and the hot breath he exhaled stimulated every pore of her body. She smelled an irresistible fragrance.

His kiss landed heavily on her lips. He felt a little annoyed and a little pity for her. Finally, he couldn't help but give up the idea of ​​crushing her hard, and sucked and entangled her gently.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but make a sound. The sound was obviously not from pain, but from shy and passionate charm.

She pushed Shen Cong away in panic, waking up from a dream. A pool of mist replaced the pain in her eyes and pleased Shen Cong.

"Now you know I'm not lying, right?"

Ding Jiaying's face flushed and her eyes were full of affection. She saw the anger and sadness in his eyes fade away, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I don't need anyone's help to develop anything. It doesn't matter who she is. I don't want anyone to come between us."

Shen Cong reiterated his attitude.

Ding Jiaying suddenly felt that she was just as stupid as he said. With such a person and such a family background, what kind of person would she not want? It was easy for her to reject the person she didn't want.

Shen Cong finally hugged her back into his arms. This time, Ding Jiaying did not struggle, allowing the warmth from his body to envelop her senses.

"Emotionally unstable?" Liu Zhihu on the other end of the phone felt that he was not like a doctor now, but an emotional counselor.

"So how are you feeling? Are you affected? Is there anything unusual?"

Shen Cong thought he was being ridiculous. He was talking about Ah Ying and then dragging it onto himself: "Ah Ying is the patient. I mean, will a head impact change a person's personality? For example, cry more? Keep people at a distance?"

"Keeping people at a distance? Wasn't she the one who pursued you relentlessly in the beginning?" Liu Zhihu was really shocked at that time.

He launched desperate attacks against a cold iceberg one after another, with the intention of taking down the top player.

Shen Cong didn't like people gossiping about his feelings: "I'm talking about now."

Liu Zhihu was finally able to avenge himself for eating so much dog food: "Have you ever thought of another possibility?"

"what?"

"It's not that your brain is broken or your nerves are damaged, but the 22-year-old Ding Jiaying didn't like your type at all."

Liu Zhihu was very satisfied with the silence on the other side, and then analyzed: "Look at his current situation. He is a 22-year-old returnee who is single and has never been in a relationship. There are endless possibilities in the future. You are now a 22-year-old married worker who works overtime. There is nothing special about you except your face. I think those who have returned from studying abroad prefer people with personality, specialties, and a sense of freedom and humor..."

Shen Cong wanted to smash his phone as he listened to the irrelevant chatter from the other side, but his long-winded speech seemed to contain some useful information.

Don't like this? Freedom? Humor?

She has to wait three years before she likes this one?

That won't work.