The president is committing suicide

"I clearly saw it just now, the one wearing the hat, right?"

"No, can't you see it's a woman?"

"What about the person next to her?"

"Look at that boneless little man, how could he be our brother?"

"Yes. Let's go further."

"Come on."

As the voice faded away, Ding Jiaying immediately pushed away the man who was leaning on her shoulder: "Scumbag."

"Why do you say that? I didn't do anything."

The words were so greasy that Ding Jiaying looked at the very handsome face with some disgust and clicked her tongue.

"Since there's nothing else to do, I'll leave, or do you want to go first?"

The man was about to say something when his phone rang. When he saw the name on the screen, his expression suddenly changed and he picked up the phone. The person on the other end spoke quickly and like a machine gun. The person who answered the phone was very impatient: "Got it, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Ding Jiaying and said, "Your legs are not convenient, so I'll go."

Ding Jiaying smiled politely and said, "Very good."

The incident just now was like the wind blowing across the lake, and soon it disappeared.

After the people left, the surroundings were warm and quiet again, until the sun gradually moved in a different direction and fell behind the willow tree with only a few old leaves.

Feeling a little chilly, Ding Jiaying quickly called the driver and returned to the villa.

Although she didn't do anything, her legs and feet were weak, and just walking such a short distance made Ding Jiaying sweat slightly.

When she came back, she saw that it was still early, so she planned to take a shower and then go to the study to read a book.

I opened the door and heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

Ding Jiaying hesitated for a moment. Is it Shen Cong?

Should she confirm that the person inside was Shen Cong? Should she call him?

Thinking that the person inside might not be wearing anything, it would feel too ambiguous if the two of them were talking.

Ding Jiaying blushed and thought it would be better for her to go downstairs.

She tiptoed to turn around, with her hands slightly outstretched at her sides to keep her balance.

However, my legs and feet were not so flexible, and before I could turn around, the bathroom door opened.

"Aying."

Ding Jiaying responded in panic: "Ah, ah, it's me."

Shen Cong's voice came with the steam and warmth of the bathroom: "Why are you closing your eyes? Are you nervous?"

Now he has learned to joke, knowing what he cares about.

Nervous? Of course. Who knows what he's wearing now.

Ding Jiaying closed her eyes and her cheeks were pink. Her shy and stubborn appearance made Shen Cong unable to stop his heartbeat. If he hadn't had a trace of rationality, he would have kissed her without hesitation.

"It's okay, open your eyes. I'm not an exhibitionist."

"I didn't mean that."

"I didn't mean that. Why don't you open your eyes and clear my name."

Ding Jiaying forced herself to open one eye, then the other.

Shen Cong was wearing a bathrobe with the belt tied tightly around his waist, but the neckline was still too low, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

She had to quickly skip over this part and looked up to see Shen Cong's teasing eyes, as if asking, "How about it? Are you satisfied?"

His hair was still a little damp. Maybe he had heard the noise and rushed out in a hurry, so he didn't wipe it dry.

Today he was no longer as serious as before, and had lost his dignified disguise. He was casual and a little bit ruffian.

"Why are you back so early?"

He held a towel in his hand and wiped the remaining water from his head as he spoke.

The movement was casual and relaxed, with a kind of laziness that was not seen by outsiders. The picture, coupled with the faintly visible chest muscles, was simply a burst of hormones.

It's like teasing someone without realizing it, that's probably it.

Ding Jiaying's mind was a little stiff, and she couldn't speak clearly: "The sun... the temperature... it's a little cold."

"Oh." Shen Cong walked over to him and gently closed the door. "Is it still a little cold outside? Then come in."

It's not that cold, and the temperature difference is not that big whether the door is closed or not.

But Ding Jiaying still let someone close the door in a daze, followed the person to the sofa in the room and sat down, as if she was bewitched by a vixen.

It's not scary to be good-looking, but it's also a shame to be with someone who is good-looking all the time, and what's even more outrageous is that the body I have never seen before, and I used to...

Ah, female hooligan!

What should I do? I have lived for 22 years and have never passed the exam. I am still a person who has not escaped the basic needs of life, a person who has not escaped from vulgar interests, and a person who cannot mentally block temptations.

"Are you always this seductive?"

Ding Jiaying never thought that she would actually say these words.

Awkward, he won’t hit me, right?

Shen Cong was stunned for a moment, and his beautiful eyes and eyebrows smiled even more proudly: "It depends on the person, too."

That means he will seduce any woman he likes. He has no male ethics.

Ding Jiaying straightened her neck and raised her head to continue this strange topic: "You must know that you are handsome, so you seduce people. Don't people like you have a lot of people rushing to you?"

Shen Cong stopped wiping his head, threw the towel aside, and smiled evilly: "What? You want to pounce on me too?"

Ding Jiaying stuttered and couldn't say anything: "You you you, I...I..."

Seeing her frustrated, he seemed to be in a good mood and opened his arms: "Come on. I'll catch you."

How could he say such words without blushing or getting angry? Ding Jiaying was puzzled by the sudden anger.

She didn't like this feeling, the feeling of her emotions being controlled by others.

Shen Cong rested his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and his beautiful eyes approached her: "You taught me all this. You said that I was the only one allowed to seduce you."

Ding Jiaying's face was visibly panicked. Did I teach them? Did I teach them to seduce me? Who am I?

He continued, "When you seduced me, you said that no matter how many people came, I would eventually fall into your hands. You told me not to struggle. There was no point in struggling."

How could he remain calm and say such shameless words with such a cold and indifferent face?

He even put the blame on me. Isn't it true that he is a restless man at heart?

"You're talking nonsense." Ding Jiaying almost despaired of her own image.

How did I spend those years? What happened?

How could these words come out of my mouth?

Shen Cong was too close to her. The moist and warm breath on his body and the burning eyes seemed to be able to ignite with just a little spark.

Ding Jiaying felt her throat tense and she dared not move her eyes down an inch.

Calm down, such a fiery and intense reaction is not suitable for you.

His lips were so close to mine, as if they would brush against the skin next to my ear and kiss me in the next moment.

The swirling heat made Ding Jiaying dare not relax at all.

Shen Cong's voice suddenly sounded faintly beside my ears: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The bathroom water is probably almost full, go take a shower."

He let go of her hand, and Ding Jiaying quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom as if escaping.

A rabbit ran away, but the hunter was not in a bad mood at all. His voice followed and fell into Ding Jiaying's ears: "I dripped some essential oil on you to calm your nerves and relieve your anger. It is said to be quite effective.

Ding Jiaying slapped the bathtub in frustration.

dog man!