The president is committing suicide

The New Year had not yet ended, and the boss closed the shop early, so he urged Ding Jiaying to take Qiao Shen away.

"Let me make a call." Ding Jiaying was speechless as she looked at Qiao Shen who was drunk on the table.

She thought he could drink a lot, but as soon as she covered the cup, he smiled at her in a cool way and fell down.

Looking at the boss's meaningful smile, Ding Jiaying felt that her explanation would be powerless.

"Uncle Daping, Happy New Year... Ok... It's okay, it's okay... Just saying hello."

There was no one in the store. The boss was wiping the table with his ears perked up. When he heard her hang up the phone, he quickly asked, "How's it going? Did someone come to pick me up?"

Ding Jiaying was worried because Uncle Daping took his girlfriend and her family on a trip far away in the northwest.

This guy didn't have any family to begin with, and he had previously fallen out with his uncle over the Ding family's shares.

And now I am hiding from Shen Cong, and I really have nowhere to go.

But I can't just stay here with my boss, I have to go to my aunt's house to play mahjong.

"It's okay. I'll take him home now. I'll take a taxi."

The boss helped Qiao Shen get into the car, and then said earnestly outside the window: "Cherish the person in front of you, little girl."

Ding Jiaying wanted to say, "You know nothing?" but since he said he was a little girl, she just assumed that he had bad eyesight.

Xueye Primary School was on holiday, and the alley was so quiet that it didn't seem like there was anyone there.

Ding Jiaying took out the key from under the flowerpot and helped the man to the sofa in the room with the driver.

She covered him with a quilt and turned on the air conditioner, but it was still cold.

The warmth from the food she had just eaten might not last long, so Ding Jiaying tried to follow Uncle Daping's instructions and made herself a cup of hot coffee.

After finishing her work, she sat next to him and looked at Qiao Shen's face. Fortunately, he was drunk and didn't make a fuss, otherwise she would have left long ago. No matter how handsome he was, he would have left.

I was in a very bad mood at first, wandering around like a wandering soul.

To avoid being followed, she left her cell phone behind and only brought cash.

The further you walk, the colder it gets, and the colder it gets, the worse you feel.

Eating something out of revenge to keep quiet for a while doesn't work either.

As a result, this guy sat down and made a lot of trouble, and I had to worry about him and settle him down.

Now holding a cup of hot coffee, I feel a little relieved.

However, after a while, Ding Jiaying stretched out a finger under his nose to sense his breath.

This guy's breathing was so shallow that Ding Jiaying always felt like he was about to fall asleep.

It was too boring to just stare at it, so Ding Jiaying found a book to read.

"The Burnout Society" by Han Bingzhe.

If sleep is the highest form of physical relaxation, then deep boredom is the ultimate state of mental relaxation.

She raised an eyebrow. Now, one of them was sleeping soundly, and the other was bored enough to read a book. They seemed to be the two most relaxed people in the world.

She thought it belonged to Uncle Daping, so she turned to the title page and saw the name: Qiao Shen.

Unexpectedly, there were Qiao Shen’s thoughts written in pencil on many pages of the book.

Although Ding Jiaying always hated people scribbling on books, Qiao Shen at least read the book seriously, which was not too bad.

The aroma of coffee and the fascinating friction sound of book pages make many things be temporarily put aside and calm down.

When Qiao Shen woke up, he saw such a peaceful moment.

He knew she was charming, but he hadn't expected her to be so charming just turning the pages of a book quietly.

He was reluctant to speak out and disrupt this simple and rare tranquility, and couldn't help but wonder, was this her daily routine when she was with Shen Cong?

My heart ached and my breathing became disordered.

"You're talking when you wake up, what's the point of staring at me?"

Ding Jiaying looked up at him, then returned her gaze to the book in her hands.

After taking a quick look at the book, Ding Jiaying decided to buy a copy when she got home.

Qiao Shen quickly sat up to cover up his panic: "I've said before that you're pretty. Didn't God make you look like this for people to see? If you go against God's will, be careful of retribution."

Ding Jiaying closed the book: "Slippery tongue."

"Are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat?"

Qiao Shen did not continue the conversation at the shop in front of the court, which made Ding Jiaying feel a little relieved.

"You're such a sleepy guy. I'm already hungry. But there aren't many shops open now. Everyone seems to be rushing home to play."

People in this city work harder than anyone else to make money, and they also work harder than anyone else to have fun during holidays.

The owner of the beef noodle shop on the corner is a celebrity in this city, but he always asks for leave during holidays and goes to other people's hometowns with his family to join in the fun.

He said that he has been doing business for decades and doesn't care about these few days. He is doing business and the tastes of the people in the neighborhood. There are many people on holidays, and people from all over the world have mixed tastes. They may not be used to the taste. If they are not satisfied, it will ruin the reputation if they say it online.

That's it, that's it.

Of course Qiao Shen knew what Ding Jiaying meant, that the delicious restaurants are not open now, and the restaurants that are open may not be delicious.

"Follow me, I will definitely not let you down."

Qiao Shen took Ding Jiaying through the streets and alleys. The red lanterns hanging high in front of the closed doors, the couplets posted, and the snow that had not yet melted in front of the eaves and doors spoke of the joy after the extreme silence.

Ding Jiaying seldom walks on the streets during the Chinese New Year. Instead, she watches other families reuniting with their families under the lights.

Nowadays, when you walk through these doors, you can sometimes see through the cracks a family busy preparing dinner in the yard or hear the cheerful sounds of playing mahjong.

Ding Jiaying's heart, however, could not be happy and was only accompanied by coldness.

Qiao Shen was always talking. He would say that this kid was his follower when he was young but now he was studying satellites in the sky. Then he would say that that girl was a tomboy but now she was handed over to the country and flew a big plane in the sky every day...

"How come you are the one who sells your body?"

"Look at what you said. My face is popular and has helped improve the aesthetic taste of the people... It is also serving the people."

After saying so much, Ding Jiaying finally started making a joke, and Qiao Shen was very happy.

"How long will it take to get to the store you mentioned?"

“It’s here, it’s here.”

"You look like a liar. How many minutes are left?"

"Ten minutes. Ten minutes."

"You'd better tell the truth."

"Of course. Or you can eat me."

"roll."

The two of them walked into a ten-square-meter shop while chatting and laughing, and the owner greeted Qiao Shen familiarly.

Shen Cong felt heartbroken just by looking at it.

He wanted to go up to her and question her about her signature on the divorce agreement, and yell at her why she decided to abandon him anyway.

But he saw, in a place that Qiao Shen couldn't see, Ding Jiaying was looking at the reunion inside the door with envy and wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

If she just kept smiling, wouldn't it be less painful?