The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was still very weak, and once Shen Cong left, she relaxed and fell asleep on the bed.

The ringing and vibrating of the phone was too noisy. She originally wanted to play dead, so that the phone would not ring again as long as she ignored it.

But she underestimated the determination of the person on the other end of the line.

Ding Jiaying couldn't block out the piercing sound by fiddling with the pillow, so she got up in annoyance and took the phone.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Xiao Mimi’s new avatar was wearing too little clothes, which was a perfect match with her WeChat name.

She was determined to wake Ding Jiaying up, and she hung up and called her again and again.

Ding Jiaying admitted defeat, and I heard her cheering as soon as I answered the phone.

"It turns out that hard work pays off! I knew you were not dead yet."

"Can you speak?"

Even though Ding Jiaying has a good temper and can accommodate the world, she couldn't help but say a few words to her at this moment.

"You were taken away by that big devil. I was worried for a long time after returning home, and then I sneaked back to the hospital to see you. Don't accuse me of being heartless and abandoning you."

"And then?" You still have some conscience, but it's not much.

"Then I was sad... The house was empty and my heart was filled with sorrow..."

"Oh, then why didn't you call me at that time?" Ding Jiaying felt that Xiao Mimi's words did not stand up to scrutiny.

"It was the doctor surnamed Liu who said that the hospital director said that you were possessed by that demon... President Shen..." The person on the other side suddenly lowered his voice, "Isn't he right next to you?"

Ding Jiaying was in a playful mood: "Oh, he's taking a shower."

"Take a bath. Okay. I'll just be fine if I'm not next to you." Xiao Mimi's voice was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Take a bath? What time is it now? Take a bath? You guys wouldn't skip a proper meal at noon and eat something so meaty? Didn't you say you wouldn't go to bed..."

"Stop, stop." Ding Jiaying was a little afraid that the other party would start talking.

"Are you feeling better? Do you remember anything?"

"It's not what you think."

"I said I would try the treatment I mentioned..."

The person on the other end didn't care at all about what she said. Ding Jiaying wiped her face and hung up the phone.

Xiao Mimi called again, but Ding Jiaying refused to answer.

Perhaps Xiao Mimi understood her attitude, so she sent her a voice message saying that she had something to do outside for the next two days, and would follow up on her emotional state when she came back. She actively gave her guidance and tried her best to help her recover her memory.

Although she didn't expect this guy to be so open, and even a little annoying, her concern was still very important to Ding Jiaying, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

I held the phone and found that my sister had also sent me a message, saying that I really didn't have time to come back to see her, and if I didn't want to live where I was now, I could live at her place. I just needed to call the driver and he would come to pick me up.

The emotional history between people is contradictory. Because of her sister's excellence, her parents have long ignored her. But if Ding Jiaying hadn't had the warmth from her sister for so many years, it would have been difficult for her to survive the years of being alone.

My sister didn't do anything wrong, and it seemed like I didn't do anything wrong either.

I slept for a long time and when I woke up I found it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Xiao Mimi's spirited voice suddenly made Ding Jiaying want to go out for a walk, to the lake to bask in the sun and see people. Didn't Shen Cong say that as long as someone accompanies you, you can go anywhere?

She planned to change her clothes and go out. But she had a hard time finding her going-out clothes. The wardrobe she saw seemed to be used exclusively for underwear and home clothes.

She couldn't think of anyone else to ask except Shen Cong.

Would he be very busy if he was at work? Shouldn't these little things take up his time like this?

So she sent him a text message, hoping that he would see it and reply during his break at work.

After sending the message, she planned to lie back in bed and wait.

Just after I closed my eyes for a minute, the cell phone rang again.

"What? Have you changed your mind and are planning to come back to see me now?" It must be Xiao Mimi again. She is the boss with the least time.

The voice on the other end of the phone startled Ding Jiaying: "I've been thinking about it. How did you know?"

"Shen Cong?"

"it's me."

Ding Jiaying almost stood up and looked at the name on the phone screen. It was indeed him.

Even though they had never met, Ding Jiaying could see his ear-to-ear smile through his laughter.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Are you hungry? You didn't have lunch." Shen Cong didn't care who was looking for whom.

Ding Jiaying felt a little guilty. After all, when he went out, she said she would eat well and take good care of herself, but she didn't even come downstairs.

"I'm not hungry. I just overslept."

"Sleep so well?" Shen Cong felt a little distressed. Maybe he really hadn't really relaxed for a long time. Was it because he was by her side?

"Yeah." Ding Jiaying found that Shen Cong was not angry or mad, but just said that she should eat something before going out. She also recommended a good restaurant nearby.

After chatting for a while, Ding Jiaying finally remembered the question she wanted to ask.

Shen Cong told her that there was a mirror next to her home clothes, and she could see her going-out clothes by pushing it open.

Ding Jiaying thanked him and said, "You don't have to call me when you're so busy. Just send me a text message."

Shen Cong said: "I want to call you."

He didn't say, "I'm going to see you." I always have to run there.

Following Shen Cong's instructions, Ding Jiaying found the way to enter the cloakroom, which was a bit like the mechanism in a spy movie.

When she walked into the cloakroom, the only thing she wanted to say was "extravagant".

What kind of cloakroom is this? This is a huge cloakroom exhibition room.

Why is it called an exhibition room? On the one hand, the number of clothes is indeed astonishing, and on the other hand, these clothes make Ding Jiaying almost not know where to look.

These are either super transparent or super fabric-saving designs. Are they really her old clothes? Ding Jiaying seriously doubts whether these clothes can really be worn outside?

Now there are two things that are both worrying and joyful. The first thing is that she may own all kinds of high-end brand-name goods and avant-garde works by niche designers that she can never wear out in her lifetime. The second thing is that she may own clothes that she can never wear out in her lifetime.

Simply put, she had a lot of clothes, but not a single one that she could wear out.

silence.

After returning from the hospital, all the clothes I had worn were burned because they were unlucky, including the casual outfit I wore when I met Xiao Mimi that day.

She only found out about it later.

Now she suspected that Shen Cong did all this on purpose, and there must be some unspeakable secret. But Ding Jiaying had no evidence.

She could only ask the housekeeper to arrange for someone to send her some ordinary clothes, and she had to go downstairs now.

I didn’t feel hungry originally, but now my stomach starts to protest as soon as I start thinking.

Ding Jiaying gathered her thoughts and went downstairs. Mrs. Wang had already prepared the meal and left. There was a note on the table.

She picked it up and looked at it.

"Madam, the clothes will be delivered in twenty minutes. Please enjoy your meal first. If you need anything, please call me. Zhang Xin'an."