The president is committing suicide

The smell of cigarettes made her feel uncomfortable. Ding Jiaying's eyes became moist and she felt even more distressed for the man in front of her.

She wanted to ask him if the scars and wounds hurt.

And when he thought of the person who made him willingly suffer these wounds, perhaps his heart ached even more.

She quickly took the cigarette from his hand: "Are you still not grown up? Why are you smoking?"

He didn't say anything, so she put the cigarette to her lips.

He quickly snatched it away and put it out in the ashtray.

"What do you smoke?"

His voice was hoarse and tired.

Ding Jiaying stared into his eyes and hugged him tighter without saying a word.

Shen Cong's kiss carried the smell of decayed tobacco, and the wildly growing emotions and chaotic feelings were swept into it like a gust of wind.

This kiss was filled with pain and the pain of the past.

She could feel his despair and sadness, and she tossed and turned in the apartment, unable to sleep because of his pain.

He hugged her so tightly, as if asking for help, to cover up his inner panic and loneliness.

He didn't dare go home, as he thought she would refuse to meet him again and talk about the past.

He was prepared to be pushed away and then pursued desperately.

But he didn't expect that she would come and knock on his door directly.

He wanted to drag her to hell, but she wanted to carry him back to the world.

She responded to his kiss, stepping in rhythm with all his throbbing movements.

This will only make him more proud and forget what he is like originally.

They didn't go home, they couldn't go home.

The office lounge is full of beauty, the sights and sounds make people blush and their hearts beat faster.

Sometimes it is difficult to explain whether you do these things because you are emotional, or whether doing these things makes you more emotional.

Whether sad or happy, we just want to do happy things with each other.

Ding Jiaying completely forgot the inner struggle she had when she came out of the villa. She didn't ask Shen Cong a single question or any related questions.

She fell weakly on his chest, gasping for breath and begging for mercy softly.

Shen Cong was relentless and unreasonable. He held the man's face and said, "You clearly said it was not enough."

They leaned on each other and entangled with each other, neither of them intending to let go.

She felt sorry for this man. She felt sorry for the fact that he was alone and had to endure all this pain.

So even with just this little bit of sweetness, she is not stingy and is willing to give it.

Does it hurt?

Then forget it all now. Forget it all in her arms.

Ding Jiaying didn't know how many times she had been tormented. The ceiling or the glass, the river of lights floating in the dark night, or the hazy gray clouds, all passed by her eyes or in her consciousness.

People in love are together and happy when they are happy.

Ding Jiaying was carried out wrapped in a bathrobe and placed on the bed. She was no longer able to do anything and raised her hands in surrender.

Shen Cong didn't let him go, he stripped him naked and threw him into the quilt.

"No, no." Ding Jiaying quickly surrendered.

She stared with wide eyes as he stripped himself and rolled into the quilt.

"Young people can't be unrestrained."

She was a little frightened.

She looks so cute like this, with a rosy face and shyness that seems to be dripping out.

He placed a kiss on her forehead: "Don't worry. I just want to hold you like this, nothing else. I don't like anything coming between us."

The tacit understanding and eagerness of last night seemed to have plunged both of them into a suspicious silence.

Ding Jiaying didn't dare to say that she was really savoring the memories, but her body seemed to still remember those things.

"Go to sleep." Shen Cong coaxed, "If you still have the energy to go to work, you can sleep for another three hours."

Ding Jiaying punched him and said, "It's all your fault."

"Blame me, blame me, blame me." Shen Cong held her hand, "Wait until you wake up, wait until you have a good rest. Come and ask me again, and I will tell you everything."

Ding Jiaying was stunned, and Shen Cong's delicate kiss fell on her eyebrows.

If the lovemaking was just a release of tenderness, then the kiss just now had soothed the worries in her heart.

"It's not your fault. I love you." He was willing to answer any questions and didn't want her to feel guilty about it.

Ding Jiaying had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she was no longer in a hurry because she was sleepy.

She slept peacefully in his arms, hugging his waist, and they were very close to each other.

Shen Cong was not sleepy, however. He admitted that he loved too seriously and cared too much, and wanted to stay away from the crowd and live only in the world between them.

If the sky fell, he just wanted to protect her peaceful sleeping face.

Only she has the greatest right to demand everything in the world from herself, and she is willing to do so.

Xiao Mimi was surprised to see Ding Jiaying in the office.

"Why are you so surprised?"

"You weren't late and you didn't ask for leave?"

"Why should I be late and ask for leave?"

"You didn't have a fight yesterday?"

What are this person's hobbies?

"Don't look at me like that. You should reflect on what has happened over the past period of time that has led me to develop this conditioned reflex." Xiao Mimi stared at her neck.

Ding Jiaying turned around and said, "Whenever you encounter something or have any doubts about others, you should reflect on yourself. It's a bit of a self-inflicted worry. You are the one who has doubts, what does it have to do with me?"

"Don't quibble." Xiao Mimi pointed at the document in her hand. "Looking at you like this, I've been worrying for nothing. I'm glad you're okay."

Ding Jiaying knew that she was concerned about her, so she asked, "How is Chen Mi?"

Xiao Mimi seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"What? Just tell me."

"He injured his hand yesterday with glass fragments. He's been treated. Nothing serious. He's just a little dazed. What did you say?"

Ding Jiaying felt relieved: "It's good that he's okay."

"Are you hiding something from me now?" Xiao Mimi is very sensitive.

Ding Jiaying couldn't tell her directly: "This is a matter between Shen Cong and Chen Mi. Not only you, but also I don't know it either."

"So mysterious?"

"Anyway, you live with Chen Mi now, so if you're curious, just ask him directly."

"understood."

What's wrong with you suddenly speaking so loudly?

Xiao Mimi muttered and prepared to leave.

When I turned around, I was almost scared to death.

Shangguan Mu's expression was unusually cold, and the way he stared at her made people feel cold on the back.

Now that you have joined the Shen Group, have you learned Shen Cong's unique skills so quickly?

"How did you come?"

"Mr. Shen asked me to deliver something to the Madam."

Ding Jiaying really likes to see Xiao Mimi's expression lose control: "Oh, then come in and sit down."

Xiao Mimi rolled her eyes at me and asked, "Are you just here to watch the fun and not mind making trouble?"

Amu, however, was very tactful: "Thank you, Madam. I have other things to do, so I won't stay here any longer."

Ding Jiaying carefully observed Xiao Mimi's frantic expression and said reluctantly, "Okay, just put the things on the table."

Xiao Mimi breathed a sigh of relief only after watching the person walk out.

"You've been hiding for so long. Is this the first time he's caught you?"

"It's not your fault!"

"Okay, okay, my bad."

Ding Jiaying apologized verbally, but as soon as she walked out of the office, a figure grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

Young people are indeed quick-tempered and cannot stand being bullied.