The president is committing suicide

There was still no good way to repair the phone, but Ding Jiaying was determined not to send it to Shen Cong.

If they saw those chat records, Ding Jiaying felt that she might as well find a piece of tofu and kill herself.

During working hours, Ding Jiaying was thinking about how to get the information in her mobile phone to her own phone.

After fiddling with it for a long time without any clue, I had to go to a mobile phone repair shop in despair.

"Chen Mi, you were good at science when you were in school, and you were originally going to study electronics, right?" Ding Jiaying thought of someone and called him.

Chen Mi on the other end of the phone was speechless.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. Do you know anyone who can recommend one?"

"Do you have any misunderstandings about this major?" Chen Mi forced himself to soften his tone.

Ding Jiaying smiled awkwardly: "Ah, sorry to bother you then."

"Come back, what's wrong with you?" Chen Mi has been very anxious recently, and has been suffocated by her father. She doesn't want to lose her composure in front of her.

Ding Jiaying told Chen Mi about the tragic experience of her cell phone. Chen Mi found it a little funny but tried to hold it back.

"If you are free later this afternoon, I will take you to my classmate's place and it should be done quickly."

"Sure! I'll pick you up."

"No need, I'll give you the address and we'll meet there."

It turned out that Chen Mi had a way and would be able to resolve this problem soon. Ding Jiaying's steps became lighter.

The place where they met in the afternoon was a three-story building in the Science and Technology Innovation Center.

You can tell at first glance that he is of extraordinary bearing. I wonder what kind of high-tech research experiment he is conducting.

"Isn't this a bit of a waste of talent? I just want to transfer the data in my phone and don't want to waste scientific research resources." Ding Jiaying wanted to go back.

Chen Mi held her back and said, "I'm not kidding you. It's not this building. It's the small bungalow in the alley a hundred meters ahead. I guarantee that you are definitely not a national-level scientific research talent."

"Then why are we parking here?"

"Parking here is free." Chen Mi said as a matter of course.

So frugal? Is this a common problem for those who raise children?

Ding Jiaying felt that there was something strange about this guy. He shouldn't have been so stingy in high school, right? Otherwise, the classmates would be very upset.

The small bungalow is actually not small, it just looks small, but it has three entrances.

It was the first time that Ding Jiaying saw someone treating this place as both his studio and his home, getting up to go to work, going home to sleep, and commuting all the way here.

Soon Ding Jiaying's smile disappeared.

The gentle engineer with glasses quickly completed the transfer of mobile phone information, but he was very interested in the motherboard of her mobile phone. He said he wanted to see how the monitoring and positioning components could be installed in such a small place. How small would that thing have to be?

How small? Ding Jiaying immediately thought of the little thing in her cell phone.

"Can you check with this phone where the surveillance information is fed back?"

"Then we have to see if he can be put back to work. It seems like something is missing."

Ding Jiaying took the small thing out of her bag.

"This, should be able to be put back, right?"

"It should be possible. I'll tell you when I'm better."

Without a single extra word, Ding Jiaying and Chen Mi were sent out the door.

Chen Mi pretended to be just the right amount of shocked: "Do you know who is monitoring you? Who gave you the phone? Who could have tampered with it?"

The cell phone was given to her by Shen Cong, but many people could have tampered with it before it came in front of Ding Jiaying.

Ding Jiaying didn't want to follow his hint and doubt Shen Cong: "There are too many people who can do something. After all, I can't keep it with me all the time."

Chen Mi looked unhappy, and Ding Jiaying thought that nothing she said was too harsh.

"What's wrong with you today? You seem absent-minded. Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened."

He must be hiding something, but Ding Jiaying didn't want to delve into it.

Everyone has their own troubles, and everyone has things they don't want to talk about.

If he doesn't want to talk about it, then it's a trouble he doesn't want himself to know, and he can solve it himself.

Ding Jiaying now has her own worries and concerns. She is afraid that she may have accidentally said something or leaked something to an unknown observer, which may be detrimental to Shen Cong.

As a result, when I got home from get off work in the evening, I received news that the expert had cracked the code.

The location he sent looked very familiar.

Those descriptions also make people think a lot.

Being rich, powerful and smart, doing this requires taking certain risks, but the things in the database don't look like they've been around for a few days.

They are so unscrupulous that they don't seem to worry about supervision or being discovered at all. It is obvious that they are still very powerful.

After going in to ask the housekeeper Mr. Shen if he had returned, Ding Jiaying immediately called him.

"Did you come back?"

Shen Cong also wanted to go home early to accompany her, so he softened his voice unconsciously: "Yeah, I'm on my way back. Have you arrived home yet?"

"No, it will be soon."

"Then I'll wait for you to eat."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Jiaying drove out.

When Shen Cong returned home and didn't see her, he waited for her happily.

Waiting for my sweetheart to come back.

When he thought of her moving towards him in the night and soon being by his side, he couldn't help feeling happy.

Ding Jiaying, who was hurrying on her way in the night, felt frightened.

What she couldn't wait to verify was the ending she didn't want to see.

I don't hope my guess is true.

But if I don't eliminate this guess in my mind first, I won't be able to think about anything else.

Her hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, her palms were slightly sweaty, and her heart was in turmoil.

What if it was really him? So what if it was really him?

What should he really do?

He will find out soon, how should we face each other?

Shen Cong, who was sitting at the dining table, touched the edge of the plate with his fingers: "Housekeeper, the food is cold. Heat it up. Madam should be back soon."

The housekeeper took the order and left, and Shen Cong called Ding Jiaying.

Not connected.

An ominous premonition came over me.

His phone received an alert that the computer had been opened.

Shen Cong turned on the office surveillance and saw a familiar figure.

Aying?

Ding Jiaying stood in front of the computer, tried her birthday, and opened his computer.

Following the instructions on the phone, she easily found the location of her phone and the images being played by several surrounding cameras.

She saw the small bungalow that she had seen once before, and the man with glasses waving at her.

She turned these off and was horrified to see on the computer that the administrator was viewing the camera.

Administrator, who is this? Shen Cong?

She turned her head and looked at the camera on the wall facing the table.

Is that you, Shen Cong?