The president is committing suicide

Dr. Liu said that although he didn't know where the misunderstanding started, Shen Cong had only ever fallen in love with one person.

Ding Jiaying didn't know whether she should believe it or not.

Too much information was jumbled up in her mind, and she was distracted as she held the steering wheel, relying on years of inertia to operate the car.

The next morning, before dawn, she appeared downstairs at Xin'an Building.

"Although we agreed to go to scout the location today, you don't have to go so early, right?" Xin An got up early, and when he was making coffee for himself at five o'clock, he saw the car parked in front of his door on the screen.

She was a little curious about who it was, so she looked for a while with her coffee in her hand and then came out in her pajamas.

"It's okay. I haven't seen you for so long, Master. I just don't want to be late."

As if no one could see that she was worried, Xin An curled her lips and didn't expose her: "Come sit in the yard, the police who posted the ticket at the door will not be here until 7:30.

The house Xin An lives in this time is still in the old city, with numerous stacked houses and winding alleys.

There is an open space at the corner of her house, which is just enough for parking. But when you go further in, it is only as wide as a one-way street.

The two of them are not friends, they can even be called enemies.

But both of them are decent people, and as long as it doesn't involve that incident from that year, they are good colleagues.

There is even a tacit understanding between the two that needs no words.

For example, Ding Jiaying now likes the cup of Phoenix Dancong tea she brews for herself, which goes perfectly with the view of the small square courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Xin An washed and dressed quickly, packed his things and was ready to go out.

Ding Jiaying was idle and looked around, and was attracted by a photo.

Xin An was holding a swaddled baby and smiling happily.

She walked over involuntarily, and that smile was a real mother's smile.

"This is my daughter." Xin An took a look without stopping what he was doing.

"You're married?" Ding Jiaying was surprised, she had never heard of it.

"No."

"What about this?"

"My biological child, but we are not married."

Answering such questions is a common thing and Xin An is very skilled at it.

"What's that expression on your face? Are you feeling sorry for me?" Xin An laughed.

Ding Jiaying waved her hands and said no.

This is someone else's private matter and should not be discussed.

Moreover, did she lose hope in marriage because of herself and Shen Cong?

In an instant, guilt surged up and made Ding Jiaying almost unable to breathe.

"You are like this, kind to the point of being offensive, reckless and self-centered, affectionate yet heartless." Xin An said, almost disgusted, "You are also a little bit brainless."

Ding Jiaying was stunned by what she said and didn't know why she was criticized.

"I am smart, charming, capable and generous. If I lose a man who doesn't love me, do I have to lose the ability to love?" Xin An has a pair of wise eyes on her beautiful face.

"Persistence is my choice, and letting go of persistence is also my choice. It has nothing to do with you and Shen Cong."

Ding Jiaying obediently followed her wave and went out, helping her put the things in the trunk.

"After so many years, you have been moving forward, and I have been moving forward too. After seeing such a vast world, there must be people who are more worthy of my liking and love."

Xin An's nose twitched: "The fried cake stand at the end of the alley is open, do you want to try some? I'll buy two."

Ding Jiaying thought she didn't need to ask whether Xin An had a lover. She felt freer and more carefree.

Not everyone in the world has to automatically fit the tragic template; everyone has their own wonderful life.

She looks as beautiful as ever and has a slim figure, but who would have thought that she already has her own child.

It seems that she has traveled to many places and seen many lives, but when it comes to herself, Ding Jiaying is still deeply trapped in the past that is difficult to detect.

Take a bite of the fried pancake, the crispy and fragrant smell, the smell of fireworks and the increasingly noisy voices around you all rush into your five senses.

Only then did she realize that Xin An's small courtyard was behind Xueye Primary School.

"Hurry up and leave. People buying groceries or going to school will come soon and you won't be able to get out."

Recalling the tragic experience long ago, Ding Jiaying hurriedly finished the remaining biscuit, started the car and left.

Qiao Shen was jogging in the morning and passed by a fried dough pancake stall. He was chatting with the owner when he seemed to see a familiar license plate not far ahead.

Before I could get closer, the red color disappeared in the growing crowd.

It was already late at night when she came back, and Shen Cong did not wait for her as she requested.

There was food on the dining table. Ding Jiaying walked closer and touched it and it was still hot.

This person was disobedient and left not long ago.

Doctor Liu clearly told Shen Cong to rest early and take care of his health, but this man didn't care about himself at all.

Ding Jiaying went out early again the next morning.

This time Shen Cong didn't have time to bring her breakfast, but as soon as she opened the car door, someone got in the passenger seat.

"What are you doing? You scared me."

Ding Jiaying put down the small hammer in her hand.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Shen Cong looks a little thinner.

"I'm going out with you today. I've brought food and drinks with me. I won't disturb you." Shen Cong stuffed a big bag into the back seat.

"Is your company going to go bankrupt? I haven't seen you work seriously for a few days." Although this statement was exaggerated, Shen Cong did spend too much time around him.

Shen Cong didn't care and patted his other bag: "My computer bag and clothes are all here. I brought a small mobile power bank, so I'm not worried about running out of power."

Ding Jiaying held her forehead with her hand: "We are just in a simple relationship now, there is no trust and obligation between boyfriend and girlfriend."

"I know. I know about the self-cultivation of a pleasing man." Shen Cong changed his tone and never refuted, but just went along with what was said.

If it were the Shen Cong of the past, it would be hard to imagine that this was something he could say.

When she thought of the pain he had gone through, Ding Jiaying couldn't help but say something hard: "Okay. Don't regret it."

Ding Jiaying hasn't slept well these past two days, and her haggardness cannot be concealed even with makeup.

There was no time to make coffee, so I found a bottle of concentrated cold brew in the refrigerator.

The car started and he had just taken two sips when his drink was snatched away.

"what?"

Shen Cong looked at the ingredient list carefully and handed her a thermos cup: "Drink this."

Ding Jiaying frowned slightly when she smelled the scent: "Ginseng tea?"

"Your complexion is not good. Drinking coffee to refresh yourself will only confuse your body and cause further damage. Drinking this to refresh yourself will also moisturize you and prevent you from getting angry."

Shen Cong continued, "You don't like sweet drinks, so I didn't give you big dates."

Before Ding Jiaying could even open her mouth, Shen Cong interrupted her and said, "It didn't contain licorice either."

"It's hot. I'll wait a while before drinking it."

Shen Cong couldn't hide his distress, he took the water cup and put a straw in it: "I tested the temperature, it's warm, just right for drinking.

Ding Jiaying felt mixed emotions and had to take a sip.

Ding Jiaying got hungry soon after leaving home, so she stopped at a service area.