The president is committing suicide

The news of the car accident was blocked.

There is a picture circulating in the world of self-media showing a supercar skidding on an elevated road on a rainy day, crashing into a telephone pole and becoming precariously shaky.

People all over the world are guessing whether the people in the car saved the galaxy. They are rich second-generations but cannot die.

Ding Jiaying laughed out loud as she looked at the photos and comments in front of her: "It's quite funny. Who is this? He has such a tough life."

The man holding the phone had a livid face. He suppressed his anger and said tenderly, "This is your car. Do you remember?"

"Are you kidding? How could I drive such an ugly car?" Ding Jiaying's disgust was evident in her words, and she quickly ran her fingertips across the news, wanting to see the next piece of news.

The man took back his phone and turned to meet the doctor's understanding eyes.

"Take a step to speak."

The doctor told the people in front of him that Miss Ding Jiaying had lost some of her memory due to the car accident, but it was hard to say which part of her memory she had lost. Since she only had a broken leg, she would be discharged after a period of rest.

"Is there no treatment?"

"Currently, there is no clinically effective drug for this. Only in a quiet and peaceful environment or by taking the patient to a place where she may recall her past and touching some items from her past life, may she remember. However, some people can remember, while others will never remember in their entire lives. There are huge individual differences."

The doctor's words made the man's heart sink again and again.

When she woke up just now and saw him, the strangeness and kindness in her eyes startled him. She hadn't been nice to him in the past week. It was abnormal.

"Are you the new bodyguard or lawyer? What's your name?"

She even shook his hand and apologized for the trouble her car accident had caused him.

Now he was finally sure that Ding Jiaying had forgotten her husband Shen Cong.

She lost her memory of the beginning of her acquaintance with him.

After seeing the doctor off, Shen Cong sat alone on a bench downstairs for a long time. The sunlight shining on him seemed cold.

When Ding Jiaying saw the tall and cold man again, he was bringing a bouquet of roses and no longer tried to hug her rudely.

Smiles flowed between them, as if the eager and overbearing hug not long ago no longer existed.

Ding Jiaying had a bandage wrapped around her head and her head was buzzing. She was more curious about the man in front of her than she was afraid: "You look better holding the flowers than holding me."

Shen Cong's heart was churning and he suppressed his cruel anger. Was she so nice to every strange man back then?

"Were you afraid of me just now?" Shen Cong asked softly.

Ding Jiaying asked back: "Shouldn't I be afraid of you?"

Shen Cong, who was putting flowers into the vase, had his back to Ding Jiaying. If she could see, she would understand that Shen Cong's expression behind his bland "should" would be chilling.

Everyone standing outside the ward and seeing this scene through the glass couldn't help but hold their breath.

Headache.

Ding Jiaying covered her head and couldn't help but burst into tears. This weak body couldn't stand the slightest pain, it was very delicate.

Shen Cong heard her sobbing and rushed to the bedside, holding her in his arms and coaxing her gently, "What's wrong? Is it hurting again?"

Ding Jiaying felt that the posture between her and him was very inappropriate, but her body honestly wanted to lean on him.

The doctor felt that the patient showed obvious symptoms of irritation after seeing Shen Cong, so he risked his life to persuade him to leave the ward temporarily.

The nurse's gentle comfort and the effect of the medicine soon made Ding Jiaying fall asleep.

Shen Cong stood in the corridor holding a broken cell phone, and the screen showed that the last call was to him.

He remembered her voice.

She said: "Shen Cong, let's get a divorce."

Shen Cong refused without even thinking about it and rubbed his brows: "Stop making trouble."

He thought she was just in a bad mood because he was too busy these days and had no time to accompany her.

She seemed even angrier on the other end of the phone: "Xin Lian is back, you know."

"Who?"

"I know everything. You married me only because of my status. I fell in love with you at first sight. At that time, you were full of vigor and vitality and were favored by a rich lady who was five years older than you. With such a great temptation and such a great difficulty in front of you, you reluctantly spared twenty years of hard work. ... Now you want to go back, don't want to pretend to be affectionate, return to your original intention, and welcome your butterfly. ..."

She spoke so fast that no one could get a needle in her throat.

"You are both a hypocrite and a hypocrite. I think you, Shen Cong, are such a coward! So disgusting!"

Vicious, humiliating.

This was not the Ding Jiaying he had seen. He could pretend not to care about what others said about him, but she couldn't.

He was so angry that he yelled at him, "Shut up! Do you know what you are saying? This is how you have always looked at me. Am I so unbearable?"

Her voice was so cold, she said: "Go away!"

Shen Cong heard the beep as the phone was hung up.

What did he do?

He kicked the railing, threw his phone to his assistant, and went back to the damn meeting place to attend the damn meeting! He pretended to be calm and talked about irrelevant things.

Wait until the assistant hurriedly ran across the long conference room with the phone and put it to his ear.

It turns out that you don’t need any fancy words to destroy people’s hearts.

Just one sentence.

Ding Jiaying's husband? She is in the emergency room now.

There was blood all over the floor of the emergency room, and there were so many people milling about, but none of them was her.

The assistant pointed to Jiaying, who was pushed into the operating room with a pale face and covered with a white sheet.

The time from when the lights came on to when they went out seemed like a century.

He saw photos of the accident scene on his mobile phone. Parts were broken all over the ground, and the front of the car was squeezed and deformed, embedding the telephone pole.

It's raining heavily and the wind is strong.

He saw someone upload a video in which Jiaying was driving very fast to avoid a person who suddenly rushed into the middle of the road.

There was a sharp sound of brakes, followed by a crash, bang!

The car behind was unable to avoid the rear-end collision, one after another.

Some were crying, some were running, some were making phone calls, some were asking for help...it was a mess of all kinds of sounds.

But his Jiaying was quiet.

His heart was being held down and kneaded by a big hand, and it hurt so much that his stomach turned sour.

"Mr. Shen, do you want to buy a new cell phone for your wife?" Assistant Shen Luxi is a very thoughtful person.

Shen Cong nodded: "Go buy an identical one."

Shen Luxi agreed and turned to leave.

Shen Cong put the broken phone into his pocket and called Ding Yumin to report the latest situation.

"Amnesia? I'll be right there."

"Don't worry, sis. He's asleep now. You can come tomorrow."

"So how old does she say she is now?"

"22 is old."

"Doesn't that mean I haven't met you yet?"

"Correct."

"Take care, I'll come tomorrow."

Jiaying's parents were on a business trip together. They flew back to see her when she was in a coma and have been going to the hospital every day recently. Shen Cong persuaded the two elders that since she had woken up and was fine, it would be no big deal to come and see her tomorrow.

Another day of chaos and war.

The night was dark. Shen Cong looked at the twinkling lights outside and thought that he would have to face a pair of eyes that would regard him as a stranger tomorrow.

He was so scared, afraid that all this was retribution, afraid that the happiness he had stolen would eventually slip through his fingers.