The president is committing suicide

"The most difficult thing right now is that I can't tell when it all started as a scam, and I'm still trying to tell what's real in a scam. It's actually pretty stupid, isn't it? What could be real?"

It snowed for several days in a row, and the snow was cleared and then covered again. At night, the road administration got off work, and before long, the snow on the road was over the ankles.

Shen Cong stepped on the snow and heard the sound of breaking. He walked forward step by step.

He asked Luo Yan to go back first.

Ah Ying asked a very good question. Should she believe that she only appeared in front of herself as a substitute or appeared in the little notebook as an object of revenge? Does she need to cooperate with Shen Cong in acting for the rest of her life, to play a play of flowers and full moon or a love story?

Without her knowing the truth, he hoped that she could live happily the way she wanted.

And now, the truth that will eventually be exposed to her has broken out. He also thought that as long as she wanted, she could hate him by his side.

But he never thought that he could live with hatred and resentment because she was there.

But can Aying bear it?

She had begun to calm down, that terrible calm, the calm that comes before madness.

She had skipped the stage of whimpering, banging against her cage, and screaming in despair like a trapped beast.

She began to think in a way that drove her to insanity.

Shen Cong watched helplessly as her faith in her past gradually collapsed. The false premise of her past life made everything that followed questionable.

His deception didn't even start with love at first sight that night.

The snow fell so deeply and so wantonly, not caring at all that passers-by's eyes, eyebrows, hair and shoulders were already covered in white.

It is true that Ding Jiaying is no longer angry now, but she doesn’t know if she is going crazy.

After Shen Cong came, she no longer looked aggrieved.

She listened to the doctor's advice, took her medicine and rested on time. Apart from people at home, she didn't even see Xiao Mimi.

But the doctor still shook his head and sighed at my sister in the office.

She knew that even if the doctor hadn't stayed by her bedside watching her unable to close her eyes all night, he would have been able to see her rapidly losing weight.

They were all very worried about her, and Ding Jiaying didn't want to die so young. If she died before old man Ding, he would be furious.

She forced herself to eat, but for some reason, her throat always felt like there was something stuck in it.

After a while, she had to spit it out.

She didn't want to die, she wanted to save herself, so she ate a lot.

If you eat a little more than you vomit, you can survive.

She didn't like the way she was dying for a man. It was too ugly.

Why should you let others laugh at you and become the subject of their conversation?

What did Shen Cong say about being willing to have a child with me?

Who doesn't know how to tell lies and scare people at night?

Are you looking down upon yourself and feeling sorry for yourself?

That night, Ding Jiaying asked him to leave and never appear in her world again, otherwise she would rather die.

She wasn't speaking in anger; she was talking about her plan.

When she wants him, he is the most important person in the world. When she doesn't want him anymore, he is just the sand on the roadside.

The day I returned to work, the snow had melted and it was extremely cold.

Ding Jiaying, wearing a white coat and a red scarf covering half of her face, got out of the car and met Xiao Mimi.

She cheered and ran over to hug her friend.

"It's so cold, why don't you drive the car into the underground garage?"

Ding Jiaying smiled and said, "I took a taxi, but they had to take the next order. Bad weather is when others are making money."

She had never said these things before, and Xiao Mimi thought she was weird.

But as long as she stood in front of her, she felt that nothing else was so important.

"Sister said you wouldn't be here for a few days, why are you here now?"

As they were talking, Xiao Mimi held Ding Jiaying's arm and looked around inconspicuously, and sure enough, she saw Shen Cong's car not far away.

She pretended not to see it, and so did Ding Jiaying.

"I missed you so much that I came here. My project is about to fail after not taking any action for so long, right?"

"Our company is still reliable. Even without you, there are still other people working. It's just that the director we were working with has changed."

Ding Jiaying stopped and turned her head: "Xin An is not participating anymore?"

Xiao Mimi nodded.

"Pity."

"What a pity! The director is not interested in the project at all. He is just thinking about how to make things difficult for you." Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Xiao Mimi wished she could shut her mouth.

Ding Jiaying didn't seem to mind: "Those were all private matters. Now we are talking about official matters. She is indeed a very suitable director for the project, and she has a large amount of traffic and a high level, which is helpful for the dissemination of intangible cultural heritage. I believe she also has enough professionalism and passion for the work, otherwise she would not have taken this job."

Xiao Mimi thought that not everyone is as good as you say, and she didn't know if this guy had ulterior motives, so she retreated out of guilt.

But now, let’s try to mention these people and these things as little as possible.

Looking at Aying's clear jawline and her eyes that seemed even bigger due to her thinness, Xiao Mimi closed her mouth.

The office was still the same. The people in the company only knew that Ding Jiaying had been hospitalized for a period of time due to an illness. Those rumors had long been diluted by other news.

No one guessed that the relationship between Mr. Shen and Mr. Ding had changed, because Shen Cong was downstairs and they all saw it.

Mulan’s coffee still has the familiar taste, and Ding Jiaying praised it with a smile.

"Mr. Ding, welcome back."

Ding Jiaying thanked him and looked around, feeling as if she were in another world.

Mulan stepped out and closed the door. Ding Jiaying stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the mottled black and white outside that crudely covered the city.

In her memory, it seldom snowed in this city. When it did snow, it melted and disappeared before she could even cheer, shorter than a dream.

This winter, it has snowed several times in a row. It stops for one or two days, then continues for another one or two days. It is almost a disaster.

The ice on the road never melts completely. It freezes halfway through, and then another layer is added, so the ice shell is two inches thick.

She suddenly thought that when she was isolated, the city was also blocked by snow and ice. Traffic was almost cut off, and everyone stayed at home. Today was the last day to go to work before the New Year.

During the Chinese New Year, the family should be reunited.

Family reunion.

She and Xiao Mimi stood there together giving bonuses to everyone in the company, all in cash, wrapped in red paper.

These heavy, tangible things are much more approachable than the numbers written in the bank.

When she talked about it before, she laughed at Xiao Mimi for being vulgar, like the year-end dividends of the cooperative. Now she knows that she is vulgar, and she wants to be like the dividends of the cooperative, with a sense of hope, hope and harvest.

Everyone had a beaming look on their face, as if they were drunk.

Ding Jiaying feels it’s great to stay here. It’s full of energy and happiness.