The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying, who opened the door with her hands covering her cheek, did not see Shen Heng as expected.

"How did you come?"

Shen Cong saw her grinning and looking very uncomfortable: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I just have a toothache. It will be fine after taking some medicine." Ding Jiaying rejected his concern so quickly that Shen Cong looked a little hurt.

"It's just right. I made something light for you." Shen Cong insisted on handing her what he had in his hand.

She turned around to find some water and medicine and told him to put them on the cabinet in the entrance hall.

Shen Cong followed in involuntarily, worried about her taking the medicine.

In the past, she was always spoiled and couldn't stand pain or hardship. Taking medicine and getting acupuncture were torture for her.

Ding Jiaying was completely different now. She poured out the pills with one hand and swallowed the white pills with a big gulp of water.

"Metronidazole?" Shen Cong glanced at the bottle.

"It's a bit bitter, but it's suitable for the symptoms." Ding Jiaying frowned, but soon she seemed to no longer feel the bitterness.

Shen Cong asked seriously: "Isn't it bitter?"

“It’s not bitter now.”

“Why isn’t it bitter now?”

Ding Jiaying raised her wrist and said, "I'm going to be late for work. Thank you Mr. Shen for the breakfast. I'll take it to the company."

Shen Cong was invited out without further ado.

Not long after, Ding Jiaying went out in a hurry again.

The moment the elevator door closed, he seemed to hear her say, "See you at the usual place tonight."

She called him Ah Shen.

Ding Jiaying didn't notice Shen Cong's eyes. As soon as she pushed Shen Cong out of the door, she quickly found a candy and put it in her mouth.

Oh My God.

To pretend that she didn't care and take such bitter medicine, Ding Jiaying really used up all her acting skills.

How could it not be bitter? It was just that the person who allowed me to act coquettishly and foolishly without restraint was gone.

Sweetness can cover up bitterness. As long as you give yourself enough sweetness, life will not be so bitter.

Uncle Daping said that Shen Heng was a promising person, and asked his old classmates to come and explain the questions to him.

So in the evening, Ding Jiaying took Shen Heng to the cafe after work.

It was still her drinking coffee while Shen Heng eating cake.

The little boy loves sweets so much, no wonder he has a much better temper than his brother.

"Why do you like to stick to your brother so much? Don't you think he has a cold personality?" According to Ding Jiaying's observation, Shen Cong was not very nice to Shen Heng, and sometimes he seemed to be deliberately avoiding her and being indifferent.

When Shen Heng mentioned his brother, stars sparkled in his eyes: "My brother is the most powerful person. He can beat the bad guys away and protect us."

Exaggeration. Nowadays, children have good imagination.

"Aren't it your parents who protect you?" Ding Jiaying asked.

Shen Heng suddenly became emotional: "It wasn't my dad who protected me. My mom was also very pitiful. She could only hug me and cry."

Ding Jiaying was a little stunned, as if she had inadvertently touched the child's sore spot.

It turns out that the seemingly spoiled and completely pampered young master also has his own secret scars.

She seemed to understand something, understood why Ji Ping always wore long sleeves, and why Ji Ping said that she was alive only now.

"Will you be punished if you make a mistake?"

Shen Heng shrugged: "Even if I don't make mistakes."

Ding Jiaying felt a little distressed and didn't know what to ask.

Shen Heng comforted her in return: "Don't worry, everything is fine now. That person is no longer a threat to us, and Mom is very happy now."

Ding Jiaying wanted to hug him: "Will you miss her?"

After all, they are just children. Who wouldn’t miss their mother? Who wouldn’t want her to be by their side?

His nose twitched and tears welled up in his eyes.

But when he looked up at Ding Jiaying, he smiled and held back his tears: "I think she will go to see her, and she will come to see me, nothing can stop us. Except the weather."

Ding Jiaying shouldn't touch on a child's sad story, but even so, he couldn't hide his loss.

"It's okay. I've grown up. I'll grow even bigger in the future, and I'll be able to go see her alone and protect her." Shen Cong comforted Ding Jiaying, "Isn't this something worth looking forward to?"

"Ah."

"My brother said that one must have expectations and hopes in life, otherwise it is better to die."

"Pah, pah, pah, it's unlucky for a child to talk about death all the time."

Qiao Shen also came over to talk: "You look even older than Little Pomegranate, you are just a smaller version of Shen Cong."

Shen Heng was very happy when others said that he looked like his brother: "We are brothers, of course we look alike. I will be as good as my brother in the future."

"Awesome, just as awesome."

"But." Shen Heng changed the subject, "You are different. You will never be better than my brother. Sister, right?"

Ding Jiaying scratched the little guy's nose with her finger: "You are such a smart kid. Go up to class quickly."

Shen Heng went upstairs in a flash, and did not forget to turn around and say: "My brother is the best."

Ding Jiaying smiled and shook her head, telling Qiao Shen not to bother with a child.

"How could that be? This child is so cute and adorable."

Ding Jiaying held the ice in the coffee in her mouth and pressed her tongue against the aching area.

Qiao Shen said with concern: "Why don't you go to the hospital. It's no use to keep suffering like this. A broken tooth won't get better on its own, and the hole will only get bigger..."

"Stop talking." Ding Jiaying raised her hand to stop him from continuing.

The thought of the dentist's pliers and drills made her bones ache.

Of course it is impossible for Ding Jiaying to not find a highly skilled doctor. This guy just avoids seeing a doctor.

Qiao Shen went to the backyard and asked someone to get a bottle of painkillers and handed it to her.

"Eat it and you'll feel better."

"Thanks."

Ding Jiaying ate the medicine happily and then held some ice in her mouth to wait for the medicine to take effect.

"I'm telling you, this stuff only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. If you have a disease, you have to treat it in time. Otherwise, when your teeth are rotten to the pulp, replacing dentures is a small matter. Be careful of brain infection. That's a big deal."

Ding Jiaying didn't want to hear such words: "You are exaggerating and intimidating."

"Whatever you say. Anyway, just do this for today. If I see you hissing in pain tomorrow, I will grab you and tie you to the doctor's chair." Qiao Shen said with his teeth bared.

Ding Jiaying was amused and said incoherently: "Come on, who's afraid of who? Be careful or I'll get someone to arrest you."

On the way back, Qiao Shen didn't let Ding Jiaying drive and insisted on sending them downstairs himself.

"Your medicine has side effects. It makes people drowsy. How can you drive well? It's okay if it's just you, but there are children here too."

What he said makes sense. If anything happens to Shen Heng, it will be difficult for him to explain to Shen Cong.

So when getting off the car, Ding Jiaying suspected that she had seen it wrong. Was that resentful and cold person really the househusband who lived opposite?

"Shen Heng brought it back to you."

Ding Jiaying handed the person over and ran away quickly.

Shen Cong didn't give her such an opportunity. He grabbed her and said with a voice that seemed to break: "Aying."