The president is committing suicide

Close your eyes and take a deep breath on a sunny day, and the scenery in the distance will be filled with the scent of flowers.

The man in front of me was pouring a bowl of seafood porridge carefully. His slender fingers and the white porcelain bowl looked very harmonious.

That little bit of throbbing was like a stone falling into the water, spreading out fine golden color.

A secret seeped into Ding Jiaying's soul, and the worry that she couldn't easily express it out loud and get acknowledgement stayed between her brows.

"You don't have to do this."

She increasingly understood that her heart did not listen to rational opinions and plans.

"I can only eat when I'm with you." Shen Cong's eyes were affectionate, revealing his passion without any concealment.

Ding Jiaying shrank back due to the burn.

Once the scar has healed, you may forget the pain, but you will never forget which pure and innocent girl this look belonged to long ago.

I have merely picked up ready-made happiness and occupied the life that others should have had.

A bad relationship that has ended should not be reopened.

Ding Jiaying did not respond to this sentence, but lowered her head and pretended to simply appreciate the food.

Seafood, the person in front of me obviously has a history of allergies.

A bitter plot?

She stopped what she was doing and watched coldly as Shen Cong stirred the porridge in the small bowl to cool it down.

Finally, he brought a spoonful of porridge to his mouth as if he knew nothing.

enough.

Ding Jiaying grabbed his hand holding the spoon and said, "I still have an egg-filled pancake left from this morning. You can have that."

Shen Cong didn't ask why, he got up and went to get it from the refrigerator.

Ding Jiaying hated herself for not being able to stand by and watch. This pretentious man deserved the consequences of his actions. The allergic reaction made his entire body red and covered with small lumps, making him unable to see anyone.

"How did you get up on Saturday morning to buy food from the stall?" Shen Cong poured himself a cup of coffee while chewing on a cake.

Asking knowingly.

"In the morning, Qiao Shen took me for a stroll near the university and bought the most famous wraps and egg-filled pancakes there. The wrap was so delicious that I couldn't eat it after I finished it." Ding Jiaying blew on the porridge gently and took a big bite.

Shen Cong lowered his head and put a spoonful of sugar in his coffee: "The burrito sounds really good. Can you take me with you next time?"

His voice was very soft, and there was even a hint of laughter in his tone. But damn, Ding Jiaying could hear the loss, and even more damn, why did she feel heartbroken?

It's just baffling.

"Okay. But I don't know when the next time will be." Ding Jiaying felt uncomfortable if she didn't say something harsh.

Shen Cong's fingers holding the coffee were a little stiff. He looked at her gently as she drank the porridge obediently, thinking that her words should not be a very firm refusal.

He wanted to say that he didn't mix her up with Yunjin, and he knew clearly what was liking and what was loving. He never doubted for a moment that he had to have her.

But now she is not willing to listen or believe it.

She was so nice, and there were so many people around her, and someone could actually call her on a Saturday morning.

Is it that she has changed? Or has her heart changed long ago?

He is not sure who she likes now, or rather, whether she likes someone or not is secondary, who she is willing to be with.

He wanted her to be happy, even if, in the worst case scenario, the person she loved was not him, and he didn't want her to go against his will.

But no matter what, I must stand not far away from her.

She is the water for survival and the air for breathing.

No one can understand this kind of pain.

What a luxury it is to quietly enjoy a sunny lunch with just two people.

"Do you like Qiao Shen?" Shen Cong hastily looked away, then realized that he couldn't help but ask.

Ding Jiaying wiped the corner of her mouth contentedly, paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "We are neighbors now, barely friends who have had a few meals together, and we can't talk about such deep issues."

She spoke very seriously, and Shen Cong lowered his eyes and listened attentively.

All the pretended indifference and ease collapsed in an instant.

Shen Cong was afraid of such a clear demarcation. Even though he had decided that no matter how she refused, he would still get closer.

But my heart still hurts.

He didn't say anything. Ding Jiaying's soft voice was cruel: "Talking about our relationship again will only make the thorns between us pierce each other deeper and push us further apart. It's so tiring."

She is not tired, she is afraid of getting hurt.

Shen Cong's eyes were full of heartache. He wanted to hold her hand and not let go. He wanted to hold her in his arms and erase all her pain. But this was greed, because everything was because of him.

"Don't you feel tired of drinking porridge? Another bowl? I put your favorite abalone in it."

He didn't dare to respond and forced a smile to keep the hard-earned opportunity to enter the house.

He filled another bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her.

"The temperature is just right."

Ding Jiaying sighed and started eating again.

She had originally wanted to use this opportunity to make her point clear, but now it seemed that he knew exactly what she would say and had no intention of following her wishes.

There is no need to continue this conversation. To put it bluntly, the two of them just parted on bad terms.

After dinner, I was worrying about how to move this big Buddha away when Xiao Mimi called me at the right time.

She asked herself to help out.

"I have to go out for something."

"I send you."

"Don't you have Shen Heng at home? Go back and take care of the child. It's not good to leave him alone at home all the time. No matter how strong and kind-hearted the child is, he won't be able to handle it."

Ding Jiaying was always alone when she was young, and she knows best how many expectations and disappointments there are in between.

"Okay." Shen Cong understood what she meant.

When she drove to the destination, she saw Qiao Shen grinning at her with his teeth bared.

"Didn't you say you were coming over today?" Ding Jiaying thought carefully and realized that today's work seemed to have nothing to do with this guy.

"This actor is from our company. He just debuted, so we have to bring him along." Qiao Shen pulled out the photos on his phone.

He is already a boss, so there is no need to bother him to take care of this small actor or project.

Seeing through it but not saying it, Ding Jiaying teased, "Isn't she your new girlfriend?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't care, but a girl's reputation is still very important." Qiao Shen said seriously.

It's rare to see such a serious face of this guy, this girl must be somewhat special.

When the work was finished, the girl came over to greet her personally.

He is good-looking, recognizable, professional, and humble. Qiao Shen has good vision.

"how about this?"

"have a future."

"I feel relieved when you say this. If I can't make it in the entertainment industry in the future, at least I can turn to you." Qiao Shen fastened his seat belt and wanted to fasten it for Ding Jiaying, but she waved her hand to refuse.

"As a boss, why don't you hope for something good? Even if they can't make it, can't you give them a good place to stay?" Ding Jiaying complained that he was irresponsible and wanted to pass the buck.

"Mr. Ding is right. I'm driving, please sit tight."

The two went towards Uncle Daping's shop.

When Shen Cong saw the message on his phone about refusing dinner, he put the phone aside and urged Shen Heng to eat more ribs.