The president is committing suicide

The hotel room was dark and the bed was big and soft.

Ding Jiaying was still dizzy when she woke up. The physical discomfort and numbness were difficult to describe.

She wanted to walk, but her legs were weak.

She only saw half of the face of the person on the bed, but she would recognize him even if he turned into ashes.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, as if to say don't try to escape.

One night of love, a lifetime of love.

Family meeting, engagement, quarrel, compromise, and manipulation...

All the past love affairs flashed before my eyes quickly.

This is not a dream, this is a memory.

What did she know on that day, the day before the live broadcast?

Xin An's voice.

"If you have no interest in her, you shouldn't use this method to destroy her innocence."

The indifferent male voice said: "I didn't do anything, it's just that people mistakenly thought I did something."

"This plan makes no sense."

"I advise you to mind your own business."

They also talked about many other things, including many details that she had never known from Shen Cong.

She wanted to know the moment in this plan when he was so wronged that he wanted to devote himself to her. Was he just being distracted or just playing around?

Even if you have told a lie thousands of times, have you ever mistakenly thought it was the truth for a moment?

When she woke up, Xiao Mimi's face was still crying. The nurse missed the injection again.

"It hurts, it hurts, go call the nurse."

She pointed her hand, and Xiao Mimi acted quickly.

Ding Jiaying was in so much pain that she lay on the bed, unable to move.

My temple was throbbing and my heart was beating, causing blood to rush wildly through my eardrums.

The young nurse went to call the doctor and a man rushed in.

"A Ying!"

The person Ding Jiaying least wanted to see appeared beside her bed.

But she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

He croaked, holding himself in his arms.

Her hands were in pain and her body was tense like a bow.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Mimi screamed and pulled Shen Cong away.

Shen Cong remained unmoved.

"Her hand is bleeding, let go quickly, can't you see?" Xiao Mimi was furious.

Shen Cong checked anxiously, but Xiao Mimi pushed him away, asking the nurse and doctor to come and handle it.

Xiao Mimi pulled the man into the corridor and said rudely, "Didn't we say three rules: don't get close, don't talk, don't contact? What are you doing?"

Shen Cong couldn't hear anything, his eyes were on Ding Jiaying in the room.

Besides despair, her small, pointed face was suddenly filled with stubbornness and determination in her eyes.

His heart sank involuntarily and he had a bad feeling.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Don't pretend. If you do, I'll call Sister Yu right now and ask her to take Jiaying away." Xiao Mimi was very determined.

Shen Cong turned around and said, "Don't call. I'll just go see her."

He was feeling nervous. After seeing her last night, he couldn't stop feeling nervous.

He went back and hurried back, driving his car and waiting near the villa.

Only when he was closer to her could he feel at ease and take a nap peacefully.

He drove after her, but was afraid that he would be discovered by her if he got too close.

He thought he could keep her by his side regardless of her wishes, but when she bit him that day, he got scared.

He was not afraid that she hated him, he was afraid that she would not even care about herself.

While waiting outside, he looked at the vast mountains and dense trees, thought of the invisible snow, and thought that it would be nice to die here with her.

But he was so selfish. He couldn't bear to see her die, and he also couldn't bear to die without seeing her.

When Xiao Mimi called him in, Shen Cong was somewhat happy that Aying was finally willing to see him.

Will they just come back like they did the last time they came back from abroad? Will they just pretend that nothing had happened?

"Shen Cong, I remember now."

Shen Cong's heart trembled as he met Ding Jiaying's eyes.

Her familiar eyes, without the immaturity of a 22-year-old, told him that this was the result of her careful consideration.

"Aying." His voice trembled and he leaned over to kiss her eyes.

Ding Jiaying turned away.

The memory has increased by five years, adding a lot of past events, making the previous deletion work fail.

She realized that her love for Shen Cong was more than she thought, which made her hate the betrayal and calculation that she knew so well at this time even more.

Shen Cong's body stiffened and his breathing almost stopped.

"Have you signed the divorce agreement?"

Ding Jiaying spoke in a light tone, without struggling or making a fuss, and without arguing fiercely to find evidence of whether he loved her or not.

These few words were spoken lightly, but they hit Shen Cong's heart hard.

It's time to come.

Shen Cong pretended to be strong: "I don't understand what you are saying."

Ding Jiaying stared into his eyes stubbornly: "My signature is already in the car. You should have seen it a year ago. Do you need me to repeat it again?"

Shen Cong reached out and pinched her chin, his eyes wandering over her neck, his eyes becoming deep.

Those words were really unpleasant to hear. I really wanted to kill her so that she would never be able to say goodbye.

"I do not want to."

Ding Jiaying held back her tears with her dignity. What she hated most was not Shen Cong, but herself who loved him too much.

I hate myself for falling in love with this heartless person over and over again even though I have lost my memory.

False sweet words, as long as they come out of his mouth, will make you lose your mind. He will make you believe that you are loved, he will make you believe that there are people in the world who understand you, who will tolerate you and give you a sense of security, so that you can pursue him without worry.

She hated herself for not living up to her expectations.

"Shen Cong, admit it, you don't have a heart. Why bother pretending to be affectionate? It's disgusting. You're just not used to others not following your script."

"A similar face, a person that Chen Mi likes, you can still find one. As for the pleasures in bed, I am not an unenlightened person. It is consensual, and I have no debt or obligation."

"You should have confidence in yourself. You have money and power, and your skills are not bad either. There are many people willing to play this role with you. I am an unpopular person on the edge of the group, and I am even a burden to you. Forget it."

"Shut up!" Shen Cong's expression became increasingly ugly.

"At first I didn't know it was you who set the trap, and I jumped into it happily. You also know that I don't like you that much, but I just can't accept Ding Jiayin. I'm young and naive, and I can't compare to you, a young genius, who is meticulous."

"I deserved it all these years. I wanted nothing... Well, you didn't lose anything. Let's just say goodbye. It's all good."

Shen Cong wanted to cover her vicious mouth, strangle the person in front of him to death and take him away.

He tried his best to control the demon in his heart with reason, tensed every muscle in his body, and suppressed the bloodthirsty urge.

"You'd better not talk like that!"

Ding Jiaying stretched out a finger and moved it across his chest: "Don't like it? Then let's try another way. Come on, do whatever you want to me. Sign it after you're done."

Shen Cong couldn't believe it and tried to find any trace of lies on her face.

Her smile made Shen Cong feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. Could he no longer keep her?