The president is committing suicide

At that time, he would not have the desperate expression he has now, saying, Aying, don't leave me, never leave me.

At that time, Shen Cong was sure that Ding Jiaying in front of him would always be his.

He was content, he was naturally domineering, and he was willing to submit.

Shen Cong, the Shen Cong before the car accident, was a different person.

Gentle, caring, calm and tolerant, these are not the real him.

He is truly unbridled, arrogant and plundering.

Shen Cong drank to drown his sorrows in his office, overlooking the sparse lights in the city's residential areas and missing the people sleeping at home.

There are many things he can't say to Ding Jiaying now.

He wanted to say don't push me away, don't try to be so far away from me, don't say you don't love me, don't say you won't love me in the future...

He took a big gulp of wine, letting the burning sensation in his throat travel down past his heart in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

"Shen Cong, can you hear me?"

Liu Zhihu on the other end of the phone was woken up in the middle of the night and listened to a nonsensical story. Now he can't sleep anymore and is worried about the mental state of this wronged person.

Shen Cong acted as if he didn't hear anything. His eyes were red as he drank one glass of wine after another.

"Shen Cong! You'd better not drink. Have you forgotten the doctor's advice?"

Liu Zhihu also hoped that he was not his friend, had not seen his worst side, and would not have to bear some uneasy sense of responsibility for no reason.

As if thorns had grown on his body, Dr. Liu could no longer sleep peacefully, and stood up and paced around the room. Even though the person on the other side did not respond, he continued to talk.

After a long time, Shen Cong's voice finally came from the other side: "I'm fine."

Liu Zhihu was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He touched the sweat on his forehead and cursed him three hundred times in his heart.

His voice was calm, not like he was drunk, and he said firmly: "I won't let her leave me."

'Take your time...' There's no rush.

Before I could finish my words, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

As a tool in a love affair, Liu Zhihu's pain was visibly written on his face, and he scratched his head and touched a tuft of hair.

Severe trauma, mental damage, baldness. Shen Cong's medical expenses doubled, including his family members.

Less than 12 hours after leaving Ding Jiaying, Shen Cong returned on his own initiative.

When Ding Jiaying went downstairs, Shen Cong was holding a bowl of sobering soup and drinking it woodenly.

So this guy said he was going on a business trip but actually went out to get drunk? Isn't that childish?

However, her original worries disappeared because of his return.

She sat down and ate something with him, then asked Butler Zhang to help him go upstairs to rest.

Because of those inexplicable memories in the early morning, she was inexplicably angry, so she pretended not to care, but couldn't help but tucked in the corner of the quilt when she saw him fall asleep.

"What a weird little brat! How can I, your sister, have the time to waste time with you?"

Ding Jiaying always felt that she should find something to do, so that she wouldn't have so many random thoughts.

What should I do first? How about going to see if I can do odd jobs in my and Xiao Mimi's company?

Ding Jiaying quietly left the room and closed the door. Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes, and the sinister look in them was like a nightmare.

Little brat?

One sunrise is the same as another, even if it rained during the night.

There is nothing new under the sun. It is said that fish only have a memory of three seconds. Shen Cong seemed to have no memory of yesterday's unpleasantness.

When she heard the sound outside again, Ding Jiaying realized that she had fallen asleep on the sofa in the room with a book in her hand.

With Shen Cong around, even if it was just in the next room, Ding Jiaying slept surprisingly well.

At noon, Shen Cong was not seen coming out of the room, and there was no one downstairs.

"Butler Zhang, where is the gentleman?"

"The gentleman slept for two hours and then left. He told us not to disturb you, madam. He also said that he would be back tonight to have dinner with you."

If he doesn't eat at home at noon and comes back in the evening, then why does he come back drunk so early in the morning?

"Okay, I know."

"Ma'am, are you ready for lunch now?"

Ding Jiaying felt that the days passed so quickly now. After a nap and a few meals, a day was gone.

Sitting at the dining table, she looked at the empty seat opposite her and thought about how she used to eat with two pairs of chopsticks, from the small round table to the large dining table, from the ward to the restaurant.

When I just came back, the toothbrushes leaning against each other in the bathroom, the towels pressed tightly together, and the clothes lined up in the closet all spoke of the intimacy between the two of us.

After dinner, I wandered around the big house out of boredom, my fingers brushing over the rows of bookshelves, chasing the swaying light spots on the sofa, poking and fiddling with the books, and flipping through the pages.

The wind outside the window is gentler than yesterday. I turn around and see my face in the swaying shadows of the trees.

She touched her unfamiliar cheek with her hand. She was 27 years old, and the time that had passed had left solid marks on her face.

She still looks good, but she is a little more mature than the 22-year-old self I remember.

She is no longer a sweet girl. Although it is a pity that she has lost her most pure moment, she is still a cool and beautiful woman when she is not smiling.

It's just that it's hard for me to imagine myself wearing sexy clothes and trying to hit on him.

I lost my enthusiasm for everything in the world and felt that nothing mattered.

Being friendly to others may sometimes make you seem too submissive and weak, simply because the person is not important at all.

There are only two things in this world: what it has to do with you and what it has to do with me.

With my personality, would I really do as Xiao Mimi said and attack Shen Cong just because I am disappointed with the family because of my grandfather's affairs?

And how could someone who understood her emotions so well fail to see her ulterior motives?

A person who has begun to control a business will not be a blank slate, nor will he be completely unaware of the conspiracies and intrigues between people, unless he does not want to.

The more one thinks about Shen Cong's early marriage, the more it seems like a conspiracy created by the joint efforts of multiple parties.

Ding Jiaying's heart was like the wind at this moment, which had lost its direction, shaking a tree wildly and leaving behind many things that might be right or wrong.

That day she was in the room and saw a photo of the two of them, standing on a road lined with green trees. They were wearing ordinary T-shirts and jackets, each holding an ice cream cone, looking at the camera with a frank smile.

In the photo, Ding Jiaying is wearing a pair of glasses, and even through the film you can see the tears in her eyes, which reflects the peace of mind and relaxation of someone who truly loves someone.

She was confused by this smile. If life now made her feel so satisfied, why should she resist it so much?

People live in this world just to pursue happiness.

If you are standing at the end of happiness from the beginning, why should you go to such great lengths to stay away from it?