The president is committing suicide

The overwhelming amount of news outside suddenly flooded into the small mobile phone, and the overwhelming amount of news made it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.

Ding Jiaying watched so much that her eyes hurt and her head felt dizzy. She turned off her phone and threw it aside, then stood on the balcony and looked for the person who had returned in the dim shadows of the trees.

Everyone in the team seemed very happy, and the singing could be heard from far away.

Unexpectedly, it was a very old love song about the birch forests of Siberia, with a mournful tune as bright as snow.

Ding Jiaying had no time to grieve, because love and sadness are both short-lived. The following song, "Youth Reunion Song", was majestic and cleansing.

A group of singers have walked out of the dense forest and into people's sight.

The whole building cheered their return like heroes. The stairwells roared and they ran downstairs. Strange men and women gave them big hugs.

Amid the noise, Shen Cong looked up at the figure on the balcony. He was sure that the person on the balcony was also staring at him intently.

He looked disheveled, but his heart was filled with sweetness.

The electricity and communications are restored, and the next step is to open up the roads.

When everything returns to its original track, everyone returns to the way they were before.

Professors, athletes, coaches, businessmen, civil servants and freelancers, the short-lived unity of working together for the same cause without any difference in status is about to end.

They are no longer warriors looking for a way to survive, but will return to the land of life and the river and be someone's son or daughter, lover, father or mother again.

Is it time for Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong to quit their brief peaceful days and return to the mess of struggle?

The dinner is very sumptuous. To celebrate the long-lost electricity and heating, music will be played all night and the dance floor will be open all night.

Qiao Shen was happily pulling a girl and spinning her around under the light. Xiao Mimi, who was watching with Shangguan, couldn't help but smile.

Ding Jiaying stood in the dim light, her heart being dragged little by little into the forest of fear.

"Why don't you go dancing?" Qiao Shen felt that this was the time to party, put aside all temporary worries, and celebrate all night simply for the sake of survival.

"Why should I go dancing?" Ding Jiaying was holding back her anger.

"What's wrong with you, Miss? Who are you angry with? Who is so blind as to dare to provoke you?"

Qiao Shen's words were double entendres, and Ding Jiaying knew immediately that he was referring to Shen Cong.

"none of your business."

Of course he knew, and was even a little hurt.

This was a matter between the two of them, and Qiao Shen was excluded as an outsider.

But what does it matter? As long as something happens, they are not so close anymore.

Qiao Shen did not refute, and his smile did not diminish: "As long as the current problem is solved, nothing is a big deal. Be happy and forget about the unpleasant things. Instead of dancing, let's have a drink."

Ding Jiaying also realized that she should not vent such emotions on irrelevant people, which was unfair.

She took the wine glass handed to her by Qiao Shen and sipped the wine slowly.

Although Shen Cong didn't like to show off, he still did what he promised to Jin Hengli and introduced him to the second young lady.

As they were talking, they saw Ding Jiaying and Qiao Shen holding glasses of wine and chatting happily.

There was a storm building in his eyes.

After quickly ending the conversation, Shen Cong walked towards Ding Jiaying without hesitation.

As expected, the wine glass in Ding Jiaying's hand was taken away. She didn't look back, but took another glass of wine and clinked glasses with Qiao Shen without stopping.

Qiao Shen did not hide his provocative look.

Even though he was dull, he understood at this moment that the relationship between Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong was not so solid. At least Ding Jiaying did not trust and rely on Shen Cong as much as before.

To be honest, out of respect for the fact that they are still husband and wife for the time being, he is still willing to wait.

If they were no longer husband and wife, Qiao Shen would not have any hesitation.

After all, what he is more certain about now is that Shen Cong did not bring happiness to Ding Jiaying.

The angry Shen Cong was unable to vent his anger now. He tried his best to control his desire to kill his restless rival with a knife and tried to persuade Ding Jiaying with kind words.

"Xiao Ruyi has gone home, so let's go back too. We still have to take the medicine that Doctor Hao prescribed. You can't drink alcohol after taking cefuroxime. Didn't you tell me that?"

Ding Jiaying narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm so happy today, how can you be so disappointing? I saw it all. Xiao Mimi and Shangguan are right across from me now. Don't lie to me."

Maybe because she had drunk some wine and was happy, her eyes were full of waves, and her rebuke also had a hint of coquetry. Shen Cong felt as if he had been hit by a small animal.

Seeing that Shen Cong didn't talk back or make any other moves, Ding Jiaying became bolder.

She even leaned towards Qiao Shen arrogantly.

Shen Cong didn't want to indulge him at all now, so he directly took the head back and put it on his shoulder.

"I thought I was drunk and recognized the wrong person."

The angle was wrong, and Ding Jiaying was pressed on the chest and couldn't speak.

Shen Cong was extremely polite to Qiao Shen: "My wife is drunk, excuse me."

"Madam seems unwilling..."

"She's just a little shy." After saying that, without waiting for Ding Jiaying to react, he pulled her in front of him and tasted the aroma of wine in her mouth.

Ding Jiaying should have resisted, but her mind told her that it must be the alcohol that was causing the problem, and her body surrendered very quickly.

All the angry words just now were stuck between my lips and teeth, and the worries and anxieties also drifted along with my thoughts. A strange mixture of stability and turbulence spread.

Everyone around them was in an unprecedented carnival of survival, and the little intimacy between them did not seem so abrupt amid the ambiguity of music and lights.

She did not push Shen Cong away, and the smile on Qiao Shen's lips suddenly became as sour as the wine on his lips.

She concealed her disappointment and swallowed it down, watching him take his people away. The resentment in her heart was so unbearable that it made her feel choked and heartbroken.

After leaving the noisy dance floor, the bright peach color of the heat on my cheeks and ears was cooled by the bright snow scene outside the window.

But Ding Jiaying couldn't calm down. Under the influence of alcohol and anger, she gave in to Shen Cong's indulgence and let herself sink.

Tonight, after tonight, when the day breaks, they will return to reality.

If he doesn't say it, she doesn't have to say it.

Entangled in the extreme of love and hate, with a hopeless heart that had no hope for tomorrow, Ding Jiaying had no idea that she could gain such pleasure from this matter.

The waves hit the cliff, and the swirling waves piled up one after another as if there would never be an end.

The seagulls, with nowhere to escape, struggled with their wings but could not fly out of the dense rain net between the sky and the earth.

He was dragged into the deep sea, floated up to take a breath, and was then mercilessly swept into the turbulent current again.

After this happened several times, the world in Ding Jiaying's eyes changed color, and the snowy field was filled with the sound of willows and orioles.

I have no choice, and yet I am happy with it.