The president is committing suicide

Shen Cong seemed to be completely unconcerned about the rumors outside. Even the entertainment pages reporting on divorce documents found in the trash heap in his office did not arouse his anger.

"I'll take care of it right away." Luo Yan was the only one who was nervous.

"Don't worry about it."

The boss’s anger is an obvious card, but his poker face is a fatal card.

He didn't know what happened on the mountain, but he had a rough idea of ​​what happened before he went up the mountain.

What the wife did now was expected, but my boss now seemed as if it had nothing to do with me, which made it hard to connect it with my previous reaction.

In the past, he couldn't stand any gossip attacking our wife or discussing their marriage.

No need to take care of it yourself? Really?

Don’t let any sequelae happen and I have to bear the consequences as a scapegoat.

Luo Yan didn't dare to express his doubts and obediently followed his schedule for the day.

Xiao Yunzheng appeared at the venue with her father, looking presentable.

Although the two families did not go to war directly before, the fight was not very serious. They maintained superficial courtesy and interests with each other.

After the meeting, Xiao Yunzheng took the initiative to find Shen Cong, which did surprise him.

What she said was nothing new.

"I think that although President Shen is caught up in some rumors now, he is not to the point where he can tolerate the rumors about Qiao Shen and his wife, right?"

Shen Cong's face was calm: "I thought Miss Xiao could have something serious to do."

Xiao Yunzheng glanced at her father who was chatting with someone else and said seriously, "President Shen is so generous that he is indifferent to the divorce of his wife."

This guy was deliberately provoking Shen Cong, and Luo Yan looked at him unfriendly.

"Luo Yan, when you arrange your trip next time, check first to see if there will be any boring people joining. If they are inefficient and unprofessional, don't join them."

Shen Cong didn't want to waste any more time talking to the little girl in front of him.

"President Shen, are you going back because you can't save face?" Xiao Yunzheng couldn't swallow this breath when she thought of Qiao Shen. "You might want to go to the university campus to take a look. You may see some new faces."

This little girl is really desperate. She is afraid that what I said before is not enough to make her suffer.

Luo Yan saw that Shen Cong's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"It can be seen that Mr. Xiao has no other successors. In fact, he can consider retiring a dozen years later and not rush to choose between you and your sister."

Shen Cong left after saying this, and Xiao Yunzheng didn't understand what he meant.

Luo Yan followed him, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Cong was walking hurriedly and suddenly stopped.

Luo Yan was well-trained and braked in time, almost hitting his back.

"Spread the news about Xian Yubei."

"That good sister of Gao Liuzi?" Luo Yan almost couldn't remember who she was.

Shen Cong was unhappy: "The Xiao family has lived in peace for too long, and even a little girl dares to show off in front of me?"

Luo Yan immediately understood that it was not about paying attention to any gossip, but about bringing the Xiao family's inheritance dispute to a closer stage.

The genuine third son of the Xiao family is not a babe in swaddling clothes, and Xian Yubei is not an ordinary weak woman.

The president of the Xiao family has his father's pressure on him, so he has never thought about this. What's at home is at home and what's outside is outside.

Now, Shen Cong wanted him to see clearly what kind of idiots there were in his family, so he naturally had to focus more on the child who was already very outstanding.

This is the real way to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot.

Luo Yan went out to do some business, and Shen Cong did not ask the driver to take him home. He turned the car around and headed to the other side of the city.

Ding Jiaying was standing on the roadside carrying a bag of fruit, and next to her stood Qiao Shen, who was also in casual clothes.

They each had an ice cream and their noses turned red from eating so much.

She also saw Shen Cong and nudged Qiao Shen with her elbow: "Let's go, what are you daydreaming about. You said you were going to make elbows."

"Oh." Qiao Shen also saw Shen Cong opposite him. He held his head high proudly but still looked like a lost dog.

Why are you pretending? Although love is based on fate, first come first served is also important.

Shen Cong had the advantage of meeting Ding Jiaying first. But he was too late and didn't have time for her to see him and fall in love with him.

Now there is an opportunity. Those who came first will soon become the past tense. How could Qiao Shen give up the seat beside him for nothing?

He changed his hand to carry the prickly dishes, and the fresh pork knuckle, beef and prawns were clearly visible through the plastic bag.

They stood at the entrance of an old alley, surrounded by the lively atmosphere of life, and even the way they walked, holding plastic bags in their hands, was natural and in sync.

Shen Cong could have gone up to Ding Jiaying and asked her loudly how long the quarrel would last and how she could get home.

But after seeing all this, if he went up to them, he would be the one making trouble.

She would look him in the eye and say, "How long are you going to keep making trouble? I have already chosen to break up."

She will want to go home alone.

Because she and he were really like an ordinary couple who went shopping for groceries together after get off work and cooked together at home.

You shouldn't be with someone else so soon.

But he couldn't say that.

She had given herself a chance.

Sometimes Shen Cong really resented his own rationality and calmness. Why did he need to analyze so precisely at this time?

Now that you have been given a chance, don't talk about reason and just get it back.

If you can tear up the divorce agreement, why can’t you throw the damn Qiao Shen out?

Shen Cong didn't understand why his feet were filled with lead, and why his heart felt like it was pierced through when she just glanced at him lightly.

That night when the snow was falling under the streetlight seemed the same as now.

He just witnessed her determination to leave again and again.

She is ready.

He couldn't say it, he was afraid.

But when he thought about a future without her, Shen Cong almost went crazy.

The reins that I was barely able to control were no longer able to restrain the irritated me.

The shaky collapse was imminent, and the sanity that Shen Cong had managed to maintain was in jeopardy.

The two selves were struggling in their hearts, and both sides believed that they were the one who was good to Aying.

"Aying, I'll sign the divorce agreement."

The phone is next to my ear, and the person I think about day and night is on the balcony on the second floor.

Their eyes met, separated by the darkness of the night and many indescribable emotions.

Ding Jiaying had thought many times about how he would agree to sign unwillingly or angrily, but she had never imagined that the voice would be so calm.

"What are your conditions?"

"Indeed."

"I will not agree to any conditions that are illegal or against my will."

"I know. Let's have dinner together tomorrow when you're free. You decide the place."

Have a meal?

After hanging up the phone, Ding Jiaying still didn't believe it. Shen Cong's only request was to have a meal together and he didn't mention a word about the content of the divorce agreement.