The president is committing suicide

As expected, the heating did not come on at night, so the hotel relit the fireplace next to the bar.

Many guests gathered together to keep warm.

In order to appease the guests' emotions, all the wines on site are free to drink.

Even so, the atmosphere at the scene was still rather low.

After all, everyone understands that if the hotel is willing to do this without making any money, it means that it is no longer a question of making money, but a question of survival.

Some people regretted why they went up the mountain, while others cried silently with their wine glasses in hand.

"What kind of business are you talking about? You're almost going to lose your life."

"Do you think we'll freeze to death or starve to death? How about we keep going?"

"Then what you need to discuss is not this problem. Rather, you just froze to death on the road."

"I heard that someone went down to explore the way today, and someone almost fell down. It's too dangerous. He could have died."

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Ding Jiaying is not good at drinking, so she held a glass of juice and listened to others talking.

Xiao Mimi was taking care of Shangguan Mu in the room. Yes, he was the one who almost fell down.

When he came back, his face was bruised and his head was bruised.

Shen Cong said nothing beside her. He didn't drink and didn't look at anyone else.

Ding Jiaying never knew the name of the lady from Huaxin.

Only today did she hear that her last name was Rong, not her father's.

Few people at the scene had probably seen her, but many knew Han Jingke.

They teased Han Jingke in a bored manner, saying that since he had already married the princess, why did he have one beauties after another around him, and he was really so lucky.

You see, no matter how big the world is, no matter how high the level these people seem to be at, the topics they talk about always seem to be the same.

Men seem to be particularly willing to use women to highlight their success.

Han Jingke's gentlemanly demeanor was impressive. He did not rush to explain Miss Rong's identity, but asked everyone present to be more respectful. If they did not want to argue, they could also fight in the snow.

"You said that you loved Xiao Mimi at the beginning, but you didn't stand up for her. Now you say you don't love Miss Rong, but you protect her everywhere, acting like a flower protector. It's really interesting."

She didn't say she was talking to Shen Cong, it seemed like she was talking to herself.

Shen Cong glanced at Han Jingke, whose face was slightly red and whose eyes were flashing with the light of a fighter, and then looked at Miss Rong, who was smiling indifferently at the side, without saying a word.

"You seem to be less talkative now."

Ding Jiaying was somewhat unaccustomed to his silence.

"Some protection is just politeness and kindness, but some ruthlessness is love."

"Your words are even more interesting. Ruthlessness is love, so the enemy is the lover?"

Shen Cong raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist: "The fire here will be extinguished at nine o'clock, let's hurry back to the room."

Ding Jiaying was afraid of the cold. If the flame went out and the temperature dropped suddenly, he was afraid that her already cold body would not be able to bear it.

The current situation is not only about surviving, but also about surviving healthily. After all, medicines will gradually become scarce.

Unexpectedly, Ding Jiaying did not refute, and followed him back to the room following the light instructions of the emergency exit.

Ding Jiaying still slept on the bed and Shen Cong still slept on the sofa.

The windows were closed and the snow outside reflected a faint light.

I can still hear the sound of snow seeds hitting everything.

Still hearing each other's breathing.

Suddenly, Shen Cong sighed.

Ding Jiaying felt the bed beside her sink and a large hand rested on her forehead.

"I have a fever indeed."

"It's okay." Ding Jiaying's body temperature rose and she felt colder and colder.

She, who had originally suffered from insomnia, felt strangely becoming more and more awake.

Shen Cong covered him with all his clothes without saying a word, and since there was no basin, he took a fruit plate and filled it with water to wipe her forehead.

Ding Jiaying is weak, and generally she needs to take medicine if she catches a cold, otherwise it will take a long time to recover.

Shen Cong rushed to the doctor to ask for medicine. To be on the safe side, he took an extra day's worth of antipyretic medicine.

When the fever subsides, Ah Ying should feel warmer. But the temperature on the mountain is too low, and the penetrating power of cold air is beyond imagination.

She put an extra blanket on top of the quilt, and then covered it with a down jacket she found in their suitcases, but Ding Jiaying was still so cold that her teeth were chattering.

She began to feel groggy and curled up into a ball.

When Shen Cong reaches out his hand, Ding Jiaying will involuntarily put her face close to his.

Although we know that people with colds and fevers will feel cold due to the increase in body temperature, in fact, they need to do a good job of physical cooling and keeping warm, and they will feel much better after taking medicine and sweating.

But Shen Cong couldn't help feeling sorry for her because she had no one to rely on and felt that she needed him.

"Ah Cong."

Shen Cong concentrated and held his breath, not daring to believe his ears.

"Ah Cong."

Another sound completely shattered his concerns.

When she wakes up, she can blame him, distance herself from him, or be indifferent to him. He cannot remain indifferent to her unconscious call.

He lay down under the quilt and held the person in his arms.

Her scalding body temperature burned his chest, like a scalding bullet shot into the ice in the deep sea.

It remains to be seen who will run out of energy and stop first.

The quiet but dangerous night passed, and there was still no good news the next day.

When Ding Jiaying woke up, she heard Xiao Mimi say that Shen Cong had gone to dig the road with yesterday's team.

Her heart was in turmoil.

Xiao Mimi sighed quietly as she watched the rain outside. "If personal grudges are not put aside, Mr. Shen is truly an outstanding young man of the new era. He dares to be the first and to do what others dare not do. Look at how many people were bragging about their concern for the country and the people and pointing fingers at the country in front of the fireplace yesterday. Today, they are all huddled in their rooms."

"Saying it is one thing, doing it is another. How is Amu now?" Ding Jiaying didn't want to indulge in last night's hug, so she changed the subject.

She was a light sleeper, and as the night went on, the effect of the medicine took effect, the fever subsided, and she woke up. She found herself nestled in Shen Cong's arms, his arms tightly hugging her.

Familiar embrace, familiar sleep.

Ding Jiaying didn't fall asleep again. She leaned in his arms with her eyes open, her nose filled with his scent.

When he woke up, Ding Jiaying closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She could hear him wash, dress, and tiptoe to kiss her temple.

"Amu looks like he only has some minor skin injuries. He also had a fever yesterday. The doctor here said there is no good way now and we can only give him an IV drip. We will check if he has any other injuries after we get down the mountain." Xiao Mimi's brows were full of worry.

Knowing that she was worried, Ding Jiaying asked her to go back to her room to take care of Shangguan, saying that her cold was not a big deal.

It was a day of doing nothing, but Ding Jiaying was very tired and was always worried about the people outside.

Suddenly I heard a commotion outside and the noise was very chaotic.

I only heard someone outside say that Mr. Shen had fallen down and has not been found yet.