The president is committing suicide

"Do you need me to go with you?" Qiao Shen was a little worried, "Or should Miss Xiao go with you?"

Ding Jiaying shook her head.

"This is between the two of us. It has to come to an end."

What's more, Xiao Mimi is now busy coaxing her boyfriend, and is disturbed by Han Jingke's affairs.

Soon, Ding Jiaying found that she didn't understand Shen Cong as well as Qiao Shen.

He still kidnapped Ding Jiaying to a villa deep in the mountains.

It’s the old way, no internet, no cell phone, no driver, no transportation.

Ding Jiaying spat at Shen Cong: "Despicable and shameless!"

Shen Cong didn't care at all and stared straight into Ding Jiaying's eyes: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just stay here."

His lips and arms held her tightly, fearing that the person in front of him would leave again.

Even if my tongue is bitten, even if the smell of blood is not only at the tip of my nose.

The entanglement between the two was even more like a fight.

Shen Cong couldn't bear to hurt her, but he was unwilling to let her go. However, Ding Jiaying's unwillingness, the humiliation of being betrayed and hurt, burst out completely in the anger and despair of being deceived at this moment.

She had nothing but complete hatred for the man in front of her, and she was merciless in her words and actions.

The ferocious look in her eyes in her heart viciously wanted to drag Shen Cong into hell.

The absurdity of the entanglement is just like the absurd beginning of Ding Jiaying's relationship.

Which one would be more regrettable: deceiving each other at the beginning or hating each other at the end?

Ding Jiaying lay on the bed, dying, and moved towards the balcony with trembling steps.

But the damn Shen Cong seemed to have anticipated all this. The balcony was locked and the windows could not be opened.

She picked up the ashtray on the table and banged on the glass window, but it was no use.

She pushed over the table and chairs with all her strength, and there were as many pieces of TV in the room as glass in the bathroom.

But she still didn't get a piece of it from anywhere.

In order to prevent him from hurting himself, Shen Cong actually replaced all the glass with explosion-proof glass. Even if they broke, they would just be like stuck to a spider web.

Ding Jiaying stubbornly pounded on the bathroom glass with her hands.

Shen Cong just stood beside her, like a shell.

Finally, Ding Jiaying was tired. She slid down to the ground against the wall, her eyes dry as a desert. "Why did you do this to me?"

Her collapse, her anger, her helplessness, her desperate murmurs could not make Shen Cong have any other expression.

He went forward and embraced her.

He is more of a careless person than she is.

She pushed him away, but he hugged her again woodenly.

Ding Jiaying bit her lips in silent resistance, and blood flowed again.

Shen Cong didn't care and just held it and smelled it.

It seemed as if both of them were dead and they were just two puppets wrestling with each other.

A terrifying haze enveloped everything in the room, and a bowl of warm porridge was quietly placed at the door.

When it’s cold, take it away and bring a new bowl.

What do you want?

Shen Cong had already told her that he just wanted her.

Why don't you want to listen?

Shen Cong fed Ding Jiaying porridge with a spoon.

A spoon was handed to her, but her lips remained motionless, and most of the porridge spilled out.

He wiped it clean very patiently, then wiped the corners of her mouth, and fed her quietly, spoonful by spoonful.

It seems that there is nothing in the world that deserves such a solemn attitude, nothing that deserves the delicate tenderness at this moment, and nothing that can bring such a great sense of accomplishment.

She was so weak that Shen Cong had to carry her downstairs.

The housekeeper hadn't seen Mr. Shen and his wife come downstairs for several days, and when he glanced over at them he was almost frightened to death.

The master told us not to knock on the door no matter what happened, and to go downstairs after putting down the three daily meals.

He didn't dare to delegate the task to others and had to do it himself.

I've seen the two of them quarreling in previous years, but this is the first time I've seen them like this, as if they're determined to fight to the death.

"Don't be afraid. She's just sick and doesn't want to eat. Just make some delicious soup."

Shen Cong's momentum was so terrifying that the housekeeper didn't dare to say much and immediately got to work.

But Ding Jiaying was determined not to obey Shen Cong's wishes. She went on a hunger strike and even drank something and would vomit it out immediately.

Shen Cong pinched her chin and poured the liquid into her. The hope in her heart flowed away along with her vitality.

If one time doesn’t work, try twice. If two times doesn’t work, try three times. If three times doesn’t work, try…

Shen Cong was tireless and was only afraid that she would really die.

Both of them were too stubborn to admit defeat, even if it was their lives that were at stake.

The old housekeeper made desperate appeals, and only then was Ding Jiaying able to receive nutrient solution while she was in a coma.

"Master, take a rest."

"Stop talking, get out."

The old butler's sigh was silently drowned out by Shen Cong's eyes filled with sorrow.

He held her hand, never taking his eyes off her.

The old housekeeper didn't understand why people who loved each other would go to such lengths.

Is it the hatred from the previous life and the entanglement in this life?

The young master's life depends entirely on the young mistress.

Wiping away tears, the old housekeeper missed the days when his cousin was still alive.

Ding Jiaying frowned in grievance and could not sleep well.

Shen Cong gnashed his teeth and whispered in her ear: "Qiao Shen Chen Mi, they are all looking for you. If you die, I will let them all go down to be buried with you."

After that, he held her hand again and almost begged: "Don't die. It's me who should die, isn't it? Please. I just asked you not to leave me."

"Why would you rather die? Am I so hateful?"

"Is it worth dying for me?"

He spoke illogically and incoherently, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were dull.

"You shouldn't have grabbed her."

Damn Liu Zhihu, it’s all his fault for saying those things.

Does it seem that you have foresight and understand better what psychology and love are?

Bullshit! You are wrong!

Shen Cong's heart was swollen with anger, regret and intense emotions, and it was about to burst open and tear him apart.

His feeble protests became feeble and powerless.

Only when she fell asleep could she be quiet for a moment without any resentment, pulling him into the suffocating lake.

She was in pain, and wasn't he also struggling to survive?

His palm stroked her fragile, slender neck, following the slight ridge of her blood vessels.

My life is in her hands. If she really doesn't want it anymore, should I fulfill her wish?

But my heart is really in pain.

When he released her hand, she coughed violently.

Ding Jiaying opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, not disguising the weariness and indifference in her eyes. Her tone was like a gust of broken wind: "I should have been heavier just now..."

"Shut up!"

Shen Cong's panic was hidden under his indifference.

He put his hands behind his back and curled up.

Ding Jiaying chuckled contemptuously, as if to say, "Is this all you have?"

Shen Cong felt a little embarrassed. He had been seen through. This was really the only trick he had.

The one who loves deeply will suffer a crushing defeat.

Ding Jiaying was lying there, with her neck stiffened and laughing wildly.

"interesting."