The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying opened her eyes at night and Shen Cong was not around.

The moonlight outside the window is so bright, as if it is trying to illuminate the world.

Shen Cong said they were in love.

He said this with such certainty, yet with a sense of pain, loss and sadness.

In fact, life was unfair to him, and how could he be fair to Shen Cong? He fell in love with a liar, a selfish devil.

Even though he told her confidently that Ding Jiaying loved Shen Cong, how could he, as smart as he was, not see that there might be gratitude in her eyes, but not a bit of love.

Ding Jiaying was sorry that she had not fallen in love with Shen Cong. No matter what happened in the past, she followed her heart now, touched her chest and thought again and again, maybe she was moved by beauty at some point, but she had not yet reached the point where she had to be with him.

It is hard to repay favors, but what about love? How can you repay it?

Ding Jiaying tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. If Shen Cong knew from the beginning that her purpose in approaching him was not pure, why did he let her get close to him?

Even dogs don't believe in love at first sight.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. I didn't believe it either." As Shen Cong spoke, he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch her face. She couldn't help but avoid it, but she couldn't help but blame herself.

He couldn't get angry with her: "No matter how you feel. Remember it or not. Now we are in front of each other, everything is real. My love for you is also real."

Shen Cong often went to Ding Jiaying's room when she was asleep to see her sleeping face.

When she fell asleep, she curled up into a small ball with her head buried in the pillow. It would take another hour for her to slowly unwind a little.

Today was still the same, with her hair scattered on the pillow and her slightly furrowed brows revealing a sadness that was never seen during the day.

This is 22-year-old Ding Jiaying. She breathes softly and falls into an uneasy dream.

It turns out that Ding Jiaying, who didn't know me yet, was not so direct. She would hesitate and feel heartbroken because of her kindness.

Ever since she was injured, what has been wandering in the dark night are not only her restless soul but also her uncontrolled legs.

Only when he sees her will he feel at ease.

He just watched quietly until she finally began to stretch her body and escape from reality in her dream, and then he left the room.

The quiet little villa in the bustling city did not have many rooms, so Shen Cong slept next to Ding Jiaying, with only a wall between the heads of their beds.

Before he lay down, he would whisper to the air, "Sweet dreams, Ying."

There are mountains in the urban area, and Meihuagang is the highest point in the city. Facing a lake, you can’t see the tall buildings in the distance, which makes people feel far away from the hustle and bustle.

After coming back, Ding Jiaying had not taken a close look at the morning here. Looking out from the small balcony of the room, she could see the sparkling lake under the shade of evergreen trees.

The sun has risen, a lovely red color, like a balloon.

There was a light knock on the door, and when Ding Jiaying opened the door, she saw Shen Cong coming in with a tray carrying breakfast.

"Princess, please have breakfast."

He has a handsome face and when he makes witty remarks, he is not as fawning and greasy as others.

There were both Chinese and Western breakfasts on the tray, even some boiled corn and taro.

"Let's go to the balcony and watch the sunrise while we eat. Are you cold?"

Ding Jiaying likes this arrangement very much: "It's not cold, it's not too late, now is just right."

"Did you make this?" she asked, pointing to a bowl of noodles with minced meat and sauce.

As expected, she would choose it first. Shen Cong brought it to her and handed the chopsticks to her: "Try it and see if it's the flavor you like."

After taking a bite, Ding Jiaying's eyebrows stood up.

I have always eaten light food here, and the dishes at home are also very delicate. Little did I know that the bowl of minced meat and mixed sauce noodles with alkaline noodles is my favorite.

This is a delicacy I ate during a trip, and no one cared and no one knew about it.

Shen Cong actually knew it, remembered it, and could actually do it.

Yes, it must be that I had told him everything I knew.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious. Have you eaten it yet? Let's eat together. There are so many."

Shen Cong hummed, sat opposite her and watched her eat with big mouthfuls of food, smiling, with a look of great satisfaction on his face.

He didn't eat much, just fried eggs, bacon, some vegetables and bread. Ding Jiaying felt that this amount of food was not enough for such a tall man to eat in the morning.

"Are you full? Why are you eating so little?" Ding Jiaying's noodles and meat were very fragrant, and the portion was large. The aroma lingered for a long time after eating.

She looked at the steak on his plate with unsatisfied eyes.

Shen Cong understood and naturally forked a piece of meat and put it to her mouth: "Try it."

Ding Jiaying ate a piece and found it very tender and smooth, but she still felt it lacked flavor.

After observing his expression, Shen Cong stopped feeding him: "It seems that he has recovered and his appetite is better. I will ask the kitchen to stew some beef at noon. If you don't like spicy food, we can have some beef brisket with tomatoes."

"Okay." She nodded repeatedly, smiling happily.

Shen Cong was in a good mood and brought the German sausage from his plate to her mouth. Ding Jiaying ate it without any precautions.

Later on, Ding Jiaying realized that others had a very good grasp of her preferences.

"Are you going to work at the company today?" Seeing that he was dressed very smartly today, Ding Jiaying guessed that he might not be at home today and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Shen Cong knew that she had been in a state of tension for these days. The unfamiliarity with reality, the anxiety about the future, and the constant pursuit of the past all consumed her mind.

She desperately needed to be alone for a while, even if it was just to empty her mind and think about nothing.

"Yes. I haven't been there for a while, and I have some things to deal with. If you want to go out, it's best to find someone to accompany you. You know the driver, and he can drive you out at any time."

so good?

"Just one request. Make sure you have your cell phone with you so I know where you are."

really.

"Not for anything else. If you encounter any problems, you can contact me as soon as possible."

Ding Jiaying thought about it. Her parents were not at home and her sister was away. Xiao Mimi also had her own job. He was indeed the only one who could be of some help and could be called upon at any time.

So she nodded: "Okay. If I go out, I will definitely tell you so that you don't worry."

Shen Cong reached out and touched her hair: "I'll be back soon."

Shen Cong left, but Ding Jiaying did not leave immediately. There was no movement at lunch time.

"Butler Zhang, the Madam hasn't come down yet and hasn't ordered lunch. Should we go and remind her? Or send someone to deliver it?" Mrs. Wang was a little uneasy.

Butler Zhang glanced upstairs and lowered his voice: "Don't you know what the master's temper is? He said that no one can disturb the lady upstairs without her order. Maybe she doesn't have much appetite for lunch, so you can heat up the dishes first and wait until she wants to eat."

"Madam has lost a lot of weight. It seems that she has suffered a lot."

"talk less."

"Yes."