The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying and Qiao Shen always come back late at night when they go out together.

Ding Jiaying could no longer pretend not to see Chen Mi standing downstairs waiting.

"You go back first, it's okay."

Ding Jiaying told Qiao Shen to go back first without worry, and she walked towards Chen Mi.

The two stood face to face, neither knowing what to say to start the conversation.

"I'm just waiting for you."

"Don't wait for me."

The two of them said the first sentence at the same time, but their meanings were completely different.

Chen Mi didn't dare to take it seriously, didn't dare to believe it, and forced a smile: "What did you say?"

"Stop pretending, you heard it. That's what I meant." Ding Jiaying looked into his eyes and said seriously.

Chen Mi's body and expression stiffened involuntarily. In fact, he had imagined this sentence and had foreseen even harsher words, but when he really faced it, all his practice was in vain.

"It's all over, isn't it? We can start our lives over again."

Ding Jiaying nodded: "Start over, forget about those apologies, and don't think about compensating me."

"This is not an apology, not compensation, not guilt. I am not coming to see you to accommodate you." Chen Mi's mouth was stiff, and his eyes were withdrawn. "I am telling the truth, I really..."

The words "I love you" were stuck in Ding Jiaying's throat.

"enough!"

Ding Jiaying had never been so firm and resolute in front of him: "It's not about whether I can or not, it's about not being able to. It's not because of any other reason, it's simply because I don't want to."

Chen Mi was furious: "Why can't I? It turns out that you liked me in the first place, Shen Cong..."

"I've said enough. You are you, he is him, and you also said that was the past and this is now. What has passed is the past." Ding Jiaying became more and more excited as she spoke.

Time. When Ding Jiaying mentioned time, Chen Mi felt like he was hit by a stick on the head.

I met the right person at the wrong time and chose the wrong way.

Now is the right time, and it’s still the same person, but there’s no going back.

One cannot step into the same river twice, and he will never meet a Ding Jiaying who still likes him so much.

Now that it’s over, can we just accept the past?

Chen Mi's eyes were red, but she was unwilling to give up: "Without Shen Cong, is there still no chance for us?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

Silence, and an unsettling silence.

Ding Jiaying wanted to tell him that she had hoped more than once that the world would end and she would never exist. On an ordinary afternoon sitting in a cafe or in front of the computer in the office, she had expected sudden death more than once.

She doesn't want to hurt others, but she is never stingy with herself.

Finally, Ding Jiaying smiled and said, "It's getting late. Uncle will be worried. Let's go back early."

Chen Mi took two steps and then came back: "We are still friends, right? At least ordinary friends."

Ding Jiaying understood his plea and shook her head: "Not just an ordinary friend. A good friend."

Chen Mi's face turned from gloomy to cloudy, but at least it was better than that of ordinary people, wasn't it?

He still comforts himself by making fun of himself.

Good friends? Good friends should know when to advance and when to retreat, and they should not cross the cordon they have drawn.

Ding Jiaying seemed to be saying, you should understand me, don't go any further.

Chen Mi left and Ding Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was about to turn around, Ding Jiaying caught a glimpse of someone standing not far away.

The face was as handsome as in my memory. Even though there was a street between us, I was still very sure that it was Shen Cong.

I met him not long ago, but we had no interaction.

Now their eyes met, but he did not move forward, and Ding Jiaying was confused.

The brief few seconds of pause made Ding Jiaying regret her curiosity.

This man was able to disrupt himself just by standing there.

What's there to see? Maybe he's just waiting for someone else.

A dazzling man is like a flower, attracting bees and butterflies is his instinct. Ding Jiaying saw more than one little girl approaching him to chat up with him.

Shen Cong seemed to have changed and actually started chatting seriously.

Yes, I have changed too, so why can’t I allow others to change?

Thinking of this, Ding Jiaying turned and went in.

The Internet is really a lawless place for girls.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Shen Cong’s comments are all filled with flattery like “Brother is so handsome” and “The president is back”, there are piles of malicious comments under Ding Jiaying’s comments.

"She's divorced but still has the nerve to attend an event with the CEO. I've never seen a woman so eager to take advantage of others."

Come on, that's my home court!

"I guess they are getting back together. Don't you think about how old you are?"

There are typos. Who wants to get back together? What does getting back together have to do with age?

"You've taken so much, but you're still not satisfied?"

What do you know? I didn’t want those things in the first place.

"It's just one daydream. Don't do it next time, dear~"

roll!

……

The more I read, the angrier I get. Isn't it said that college education is worthless? Why are all the people online who don't have a college degree? Or am I overestimating the level of college students?

Don’t you know that girls shouldn’t make things difficult for other girls?

Malicious speculations and denigration of women, often involving organs and money, as well as a host of harsh words that are too unspeakable to even be said, are hard to imagine coming from a female.

"Don't worry about it, just think of them as water armies." Xiao Mimi also wanted to curse.

In her heart, Ding Jiaying cursed Shen Cong whom she met downstairs.

"I'm a well-known anchor now. How can I get on the same level with those nameless people? Isn't this just bringing traffic to them for nothing? I know my limits. I'm just watching it out of boredom."

"That's good. Go to bed early, because there's still a lot of work to do tomorrow." Xiao Mimi put on a facial mask and prepared to go into the bedroom.

"I remember you used to be the queen of staying up late. Now, not only do you not go out to play, but you also go to bed early?" Ding Jiaying looked at her suspiciously.

"I'm old, so I need to take care of my health." Xiao Mimi felt guilty.

"Oh, are you unwilling to accept the defeat in the battle with Shangguan? Or is there something else going on?" Ding Jiaying said deliberately.

"You! You! You!" Xiao Mimi kept saying "you" for a long time. He could feel the blushing temperature of her face even through the mask.

Ding Jiaying clapped her hands and laughed: "Youth is indeed full of energy. They have made someone behave themselves."

Xiao Mimi remembered that this was what she used to say to make fun of Ding Jiaying.

This guy is always unwilling to suffer any loss. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

This guy hasn't laughed so happily in a long time. Just fight back if he gets scolded.

Xiao Mimi did not refute, but stiffened her neck and reached out to scratch her armpit.

With some laughter and playfulness, all of Ding Jiaying's worries flew away and she slept well that night.

A lot of things happened in the past few days, and she had some harsh words with Qiao Shenchenmi, so Ding Jiaying was alone when she got off work on time.

She asked Xiao Mimi to go on a date and she sneaked to the vicinity of the university.

When they were in high school, they actually liked to hang out here when they had nothing to do, as if finding a little glimpse of the future in the midst of their confused studies could make them feel more at ease.

They see others as scenery, and others see them as scenery.

There are two fewer milk tea shops and more coffee shops. There are fewer couples in love and more people walking by hurriedly with books in their hands.

There was no way to widen the road, so a low white guardrail was placed in the middle, which could be stepped over with one foot.

The store that sold duck intestines and duck racks is gone. What’s popular now is eating Northeastern skewers.

Ding Jiaying went into the restaurant alone to eat cold noodles. She looked up at the menu on the wall and was hit hard on the shoulder by someone who was leaving. She stumbled and fell into someone's arms.

She hurriedly apologized to the person who bumped into her.

She stopped and looked up. Shen Cong's eyes were still so beautiful.

What an injustice.