The president is committing suicide

The only person who can understand a neurosis is a neurosis.

The world is sick, and Ding Jiaying is terminally ill.

She didn't remember that she had drunk alcohol last night, but she fell into a beauty trap.

My waist and legs were so sore that I couldn't even lift my fingertips, but the heart-throbbing aftertaste was still lingering in my body.

Even if you don't want to admit it, your body knows the answer better than you do.

She didn't panic, but sneered, more heartless than any scumbag: "Is this the result you want?"

Pretending to be vulnerable, expressing feelings, and using physical contact to seduce others?

Shen Cong actually learned these despicable methods.

Why doesn't Ding Jiaying put herself in a position where she is designed to take the initiative?

Shen Cong wanted to say that it was not the case, but the moment their fingertips touched last night, their skins collided again, creating dangerous sparks. He was not willing to stop it.

It was me who deliberately indulged in emotions that should have been restrained, and deliberately misled her into believing that I only wanted a light kiss.

"Yes. I did it on purpose." Shen Cong placed a glass of water on the bedside.

Ding Jiaying's voice was a little hoarse, but she didn't want to move her hands.

"Feed me," she ordered.

Shen Cong obediently helped her up and carefully brought the water to her mouth.

She had rejected Shen Cong's proposal, thinking he was irrational.

But now it seems that I am not rational either.

Now that I have broken the invisible barrier, and since I can still be bewitched by him, why not enjoy this pleasure calmly.

At least for now, the trend is with me.

We’ll talk about other things later.

"You were the one who said you wanted to be by my side, without any status."

"Yes."

"Okay. Remember what you said."

Xiao Mimi said it well. If you convince your heart, stop caring, and treat physical pleasure as a simple existence, you will get a completely different experience.

Without the trouble of looking ahead and behind and without the burden in her heart, Ding Jiaying pulled herself away.

She was not Shen Cong's ex-wife, nor did she fall in love with the man in front of her.

It's just that they are simply attracted to each other and simply appreciate each other.

Ding Jiaying soon looked radiant and her steps became incredibly light.

Xiao Mimi said that she hadn’t seen her in many years, and she looked exactly like she was when she was a teenager.

Her eyes were like she had caught a cat stealing food.

Ding Jiaying told her that she had only listened to her advice, and if she agreed, it would be okay to share it with Shangguan.

Xiao Mimi screamed at her to shut up.

Now, she looks forward to getting off work.

The afterglow of the sunset brought a special attraction and fell with her.

When she was discussing things with Xin An in the afternoon, she kept looking at her face.

She said: "You seem to relax suddenly, let go of some burden, and focus completely on yourself."

She saw it right. The desperate mentality made things happen suddenly between Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong.

Her nonchalant attitude made this matter, which seemed very serious in the past, become like a cloud blown away by the wind in Ding Jiaying's heart.

Zhuoma is right. When something makes you sad and you can’t figure it out, the best way is to not think about it and not treat it as a problem.

She didn't understand it at first, but now she does.

It turns out that the so-called high wall is just a barrier in one's own mind.

Responding to your most primitive inner needs and treating them and emotional issues as two not completely related issues may be a solution.

After the accident responsibility determination letter came out, Ding Jiaying still went to the traffic police brigade.

She rejected Shen Cong's offer to accompany her.

"Those who serve in the bedchamber should be self-aware and not interfere in the affairs of the previous dynasty."

Although it was a joke, Shen Cong's expression still looked a little unnatural.

Now Ding Jiaying has no plans to let him participate in other parts of her life. She hasn’t made up her mind yet.

In fact, you shouldn’t have this thought.

She said this to remind herself that Ding Jiaying is not a flower in a greenhouse, nor is she the little girl who has lost her memory and knows nothing.

If you don’t want to be controlled by others and live under the surveillance of others’ so-called protection, you should carefully consider letting others into your life.

She can skip cooking because she is lazy and doesn’t want to do it, but she can’t do anything else.

Dr. Liu's girlfriend is gentle and generous. She is the head of the publicity department of a private university.

After finishing their business, the two sat together to eat.

Ding Jiaying rarely meets friends with whom she can talk and chat, and she even has the illusion that the two of them have known each other for a long time.

She didn't seem like someone she had only met once; that familiarity came with a rational analysis of her understanding of herself.

"Ms. Song, is this really the second time you're meeting me? It seems like we're friends who have known each other for a long time." Ding Jiaying has relaxed in front of her.

Song Bai pursed his lips and smiled: "I don't know your face, but I am very familiar with your name, and I know more about you than you do."

Ding Jiaying understood: "I didn't expect that Dr. Liu's hobby in his spare time is to cricket other people."

Song Bai did not refute, but spread his hands: "There is no way, this is our common hobby. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been together for so many years. Curiosity does not involve moral judgment."

"Are you tolerating Dr. Liu's receding hairline just to listen to hospital gossip?" Ding Jiaying found it funny to think that two people with such dignified and sacred professions could be so childish behind each other's backs.

"Yeah. Almost. But this gentleman's figure and face are still within my aesthetic range, enough to maintain freshness." Song Bai answered the question seriously.

Maybe it was because the boys she met were all too obviously handsome, so Ding Jiaying felt a little indifferent to Dr. Liu.

"Then why did you leave Shen Cong? His hairline doesn't recede. Could it be that you don't like crickets?" Song Bai tilted his head.

This is a challenge.

This guy really loves that white coat.

I just remained silent to express my doubt about his appearance.

Ding Jiaying raised her eyebrows: "It is said that I stole Shen Cong's property and Shen Cong abandoned me. How can you say that I was the one who left him?"

"Really? The news outside is not credible." Song Bai said.

"Then what news can be trusted?"

Song Bai pointed to his head and said, "Get the lowest possible amount of information and analyze it with your brain, so that you can get the news that is closest to the truth."

There is no right or wrong in curiosity, but there is right or wrong in spreading information.

Song Bai is a rigorous person who likes to verify things and does not allow himself to easily express any guesses.

Therefore, she was seeking to verify her own analysis and judgment, without any malicious intent.

Even so, Ding Jiaying could not answer her question: "I left Shen Cong, but the inside story is not convenient to disclose."

"In fact, I don't really understand. Shen Cong separated you from the Ding family, handed over everything in the Shen Group to you, and took care of the internal affairs of the group for you, so that you don't have to worry about the future. There is no way that there is no love between you two."

Most of Song Bai’s sources of information are Dr. Liu and those on the Internet.

"Why don't you wait until he finishes the surgery before getting a divorce? The person who signed on his surgery form is Ji Ping."

When Ding Jiaying heard about this for the first time, she was stunned: "What surgery?"

Didn't she notice any new scars on her body? Where? On her head?

Song Bai realized that this might be something Shen Cong didn't want her to know: "A brain surgery, and he has recovered."