The president is committing suicide

Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing game, and Ding Jiaying had already learned to be comfortable being alone outside the game.

She swam among them, like a fish in water, observing the fish in the fish tank.

Every cell in my body is happy when I am enjoying myself, so I am also very calm when facing Chen Mi.

Once upon a time, there were always too many things that were painted with beautiful filters by time.

Looking at the retro lights, Ding Jiaying really wants to say that she wants to go back to the past.

But how hopeless this is.

People should look forward.

If you always look back, you will have no way back.

The two of them were on an inconspicuous balcony, and Ding Jiaying felt that the silent atmosphere between them was a bit awkward.

She took out two cigarettes and handed one to Di Chenmi.

"Very surprised?"

Chen Mi shook his head, then nodded: "A little bit."

Just as no leaf remains the same in every summer, Ding Jiaying believes that such a smart boy will understand this meaning.

"You seem to have already blended into this situation."

Ding Jiaying smiled faintly: "Practice makes perfect. I didn't want to learn before, then I was forced to learn, now I just let it go and it doesn't matter anymore."

Chen Mi sighed: "I can't compare to your current state of mind."

"What's the point of comparing? Everyone is different. If you don't like it, then you don't like it. If you don't want to fit in, no one can force you. Time flies by quickly, and no one will seriously care about what others are doing. My life doesn't have that many spectators."

Chen Mi, who attracted countless girls in school, doesn't seem to be someone who cares much about the audience.

Ding Jiaying pretended not to care and changed the topic to the night scene.

Any topic that reveals more about one's true feelings would seem inappropriate.

Those random topics about temperature and weather can ease the awkward atmosphere a little.

The cell phone in her handbag was too noisy, so Ding Jiaying changed the vibrate mode to silent mode.

When she finally got around to picking it up, there were already ten missed calls.

They come from the same person.

Shen Cong.

Everyone is in the same place, people are coming and going, chatting, drinking, talking about hobbies and business. How can he have time to make so many phone calls?

What's the point of making so many phone calls? If you have the time, just come over and say it.

It's so fussy and outrageous.

Ding Jiaying put her phone back with an expressionless face, and spoke to the little girl who came over to say hello and chat with her in a friendly manner.

Shen Cong did not let her out of his sight. He held a glass of wine and drank it sip by sip.

Everyone present is a smart person, and any abnormality in eye contact or body movements can easily allow people to capture important information.

It takes almost an instant to interpret this information, and just a glance to spread it.

The complicated thoughts of Shen Cong, Chen Mi, Ding Jiaying, and even Ding Jiayin are all like stories compressed and spread between the curves of their mouths.

The occasional rumors about Qiao Shen make the story even more interesting.

The moment Xiao Mimi saw Chen Mi, she felt something was wrong and immediately went forward to rescue him.

She retreated only after seeing Ding Jiaying's reassuring look. She continued to do her own thing while secretly paying attention to the situation here.

After Chen Mi left, Ding Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiao Mimi noticed Shen Cong's fixed gaze on her.

The rare frankness and aggressiveness made her wonder if she was seeing the old Shen Cong again.

Xiao Mimi waited anxiously until the end of the event, and couldn't believe that nothing happened.

Shen Cong did not approach Ding Jiaying, and there was no verbal or physical conflict between the enemies.

"You seem a little disappointed?" Ding Jiaying looked at her with amusement.

"That's not the case. It's best if nothing happens." Xiao Mimi still couldn't let it go.

Sooner or later something had to happen.

Ding Jiaying has not decided on a house and is still staying in a hotel.

After seeing Xiao Mimi off, before I even sat down, the doorbell rang.

I just ordered some food. Is the service in hotels so fast nowadays?

As soon as the door opened, Shen Cong's face appeared in front of him.

The lights in the corridor were not very bright, and the soft halo made his oppressive figure look somewhat gentle.

Ding Jiaying opened the door too quickly, and the expectation on her face turned into shock in an instant, causing Shen Cong to frown slightly.

"It's a bit scary standing there without you saying anything."

Ding Jiaying didn't understand why this person was becoming more and more like those domineering CEOs who didn't say a word for a long time.

Is not speaking an advanced skill?

The kind that can scare people to death before the 15th of July?

"I can not let it go."

Ding Jiaying felt a chill run down her spine after hearing this. What kind of devilish remarks were these!

"Let's get down to business. I'm tired and need to go to bed early."

After saying that, he felt as if he was hinting at something, so he quickly leaned against the door: "Ten minutes, at most. Let's go after that."

"Did I disturb you?" Shen Cong was hurt by her actions.

She nodded seriously: "I guess so."

Shen Cong didn't dare to imagine who was in the room, and he couldn't go crazy.

He warned himself not to be impulsive as there were more important things to talk about.

"I heard about my uncle's situation. Please accept my condolences."

My father's funeral was a simple one and not many people knew about it.

The task of notifying the family elders was also completed by the lawyer.

Ding Jiaying and her sister both feel that he is happy as long as his mother is with him in some corner of the island.

So, no one ever said this to her.

Surprisingly, he stood in front of her and told her that his father had left.

In just a moment, tears couldn't stop falling.

Shen Cong's hand almost touched her face, and she wiped away her tears.

"Thank you for still thinking about him, but he died happily and he didn't want us to keep thinking about him. Thank you very much."

After saying that, Ding Jiaying slammed the door.

Shen Cong, who was locked outside, reached out and gently touched the door: "Don't be sad, I'm here."

Shen Cong liked her smile, her eyebrows curved and eyes bright. But after that, she always cried, always got angry, and rarely had a happy moment.

He knew her expectations and complicated feelings towards her father. Although he couldn't empathize with her, he felt sorry for her.

He doesn't have those fragile human emotions, but Ah Ying is a kind and patient person. Even if he is not such a good father, it should be difficult for her to let go.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be the person she could trust now, couldn't sit next to her and let her lean on him and cry.

The light in Ding Jiaying's room remained on until dawn.

With a pair of panda eyes, she opened the door and was horrified to find Shen Cong standing there in a daze.

"you you you……"

He gently pinched her randomly pointing finger: "I didn't stand all night."

"then you?"

"This is a proper hotel and the people there are proper people. If I really stand here for more than ten minutes someone will have to come and ask me to leave."

It is precisely because this hotel has very strict management that Shen Cong feels at ease letting Aying live here.