The president is committing suicide

"Hey, please call me a car. I can't drive after drinking."

Xiao Mimi helplessly looked at the taillights of Shen Cong's car as it receded, and could only curse this ruthless and cold-blooded man in her heart.

Is it a gentleman's thing to let such a beautiful woman wait for the bus alone in the cold wind?

Fortunately, I can drink a little better than Ding Jiaying, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get a taxi now.

"It's not that late now, why are there no cars around? Is it true that there is no one here after get off work?"

Staring at the taxi app on her phone that hadn't received an answer yet, Xiao Mimi wondered whether she should go back to the closed restaurant and ask for shelter. At least there was heating there.

"Ms. Xiao?" a voice came, and Xiao Mimi felt that the person looked familiar.

"Aren't you the Shen family's driver?" Xiao Mimi had met him once. It was he who drove Shen Cong to the street corner that time.

The driver smiled and said, "Mr. Shen asked me to wait at the corner to take you home."

Xiao Mimi didn't hesitate to get on the bus. She almost vomited because of the heater in the car because it was too hot.

Only after getting off the car did she come to her senses and realize that Shen Cong had deliberately asked her to wait on the street for a while to get some cool breeze before sending her back.

Even doing good things can be so annoying. Only Ding Jiaying can love a weird guy like you so much.

Getting drunk is actually nothing for Ding Jiaying. After all, she has good alcohol tolerance and will not make trouble after drinking but will just fall asleep quietly.

It's just that she had a slightly weird dream.

Because she was protecting Xiao Mimi, Shen Cong got angry when she came back and trapped her in the corner of the bed and kissed her hard.

The light was warm yellow, and the air was filled with the charming aroma of wine. He was too close. With vestibular frontal lobe dysfunction, everything in front of her seemed to be spinning. She could only climb onto anything she could grab, like someone trying to survive in the waves.

She fell into a warmth that made her dizzy, fighting for the dominance of a non-existent battle.

It was already daybreak when I woke up.

I slept so contentedly, every toe was so satisfied. When I stretched, my hair felt light.

Getting drunk and chatting with friends is such a stress-relieving experience.

My mouth just hurts a little. Did I cut it when eating crabs last night?

She stared blankly at her disheveled face in the mirror, her false eyelashes half hanging on her eyelids, the lipstick on her lips was gone, obviously it had been cleaned, but the traces of the mess were still vaguely visible.

What happened? I felt like I had been drinking and cried. Why did I cry? I have no recollection of it.

Shen Cong's face kept wandering in my mind.

Could it be that the touch on my lips is...?

Ding Jiaying shook her head to get all this out of her mind.

If you dare to think about it today, you will dare to do it tomorrow. You must nip these things in the bud.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you yesterday." Ding Jiaying quickly called Xiao Mimi to save her precarious image.

I'm sorry, Mimi, forgive me. I'm not a pervert, believe me.

Xiao Mimi had obviously just woken up, and her voice was even hazier than Ding Jiaying's: "It's okay. It's not the first time I've been embarrassed."

"It's just... it's not my intention to have those things happen." Ding Jiaying tried her best to explain more clearly, "There's nothing wrong with my sexual orientation."

"Have you verified it? Isn't it a bit inappropriate to show your affection so early in the morning?" Xiao Mimi felt a little unbalanced when she thought that this guy had already warmed up the bed while she was still blowing the cold wind.

"If you try to provoke a lonely man like me, be careful or I will sell you out one day."

Ding Jiaying was a little confused, but she was thankful that the other side did not issue a statement of severing diplomatic ties.

She said cheerfully, "It's up to you."

"Sure enough, the spring breeze nourishes all things, and the most charming thing is the one that takes the lead." Xiao Mimi hung up the phone with gritted teeth.

Ding Jiaying didn't hear her nonsensical limerick and went downstairs happily to have breakfast.

Unexpectedly, I met Shen Cong who was in the kitchen, staring blankly at a bowl of porridge.

"Why haven't you gone to work yet?" Ding Jiaying glanced at her phone and confirmed that she was the one who got up late.

Shen Cong did not answer.

Ding Jiaying guessed: "Did you work overtime too late last night? Or did you oversleep this morning?"

Shen Cong still didn't answer, but lowered his eyes and looked at her face.

"There's nothing on my face. I looked in the mirror when I was washing my face just now." She touched her face to prove again that what she said was right.

Shen Cong did not answer this question and put down the bowl in his hand: "What do you want to eat? I stewed some beef this morning, so you can have beef noodles. There are also wontons I made this morning in the refrigerator..."

He began to look through the refrigerator in front of Ding Jiaying, and the voice that came out was a little muffled: "Handmade buns, just right for making pan-fried buns. Do you want to eat some?"

Not understanding why he suddenly became like this, Ding Jiaying simply thought that he was confused because of lack of sleep, just like Xiao Mimi.

"Don't bother. I'll just have beef noodles. It's faster."

A few minutes later, holding the bowl of noodles, looking at the still gloomy face opposite me, I began to doubt whether my choice was wrong.

She quickly took a big bite and said, "It's delicious. The beef is well stewed."

Shen Cong hummed indifferently, lowered his head and took a small bite, a look of pain flashing across his grinning face.

"what happened?"

As soon as he looked up, Ding Jiaying felt that she shouldn't ask this question.

As soon as her eyes fell on Shen Cong's lips, Ding Jiaying felt like a bolt from the blue.

That tiny wound, that delicate location, that tooth mark on her lower lip. She wanted to say it wasn't her, it couldn't be such a coincidence, it was just a dream.

I moved my sight upwards a little bit and accidentally saw Shen Cong's rare sad look.

All the evidence was displayed before his eyes. They seemed to accuse him of being a heartless man who took advantage of everything and acted as if nothing had happened.

Ding Jiaying will also feel pain in her heart. After all, she is not a person with low moral standards.

You have to take responsibility for what you have done.

The noodles in her mouth no longer smelled good, and Ding Jiaying chose her words carefully: "Did I do it by accident?"

Shen Cong put the chopsticks on the table, and Ding Jiaying also sat up seriously.

"I hope you mean it." Shen Cong's voice sounded unpleasant.

Ding Jiaying thought that maybe it was because her shock just now was too obvious, and she was too eager to distance herself from him, which made people unhappy?

"Um, um, I was just drunk last night. It wasn't..."

"I know. You are not allowed to drink when I am not around." Shen Cong's eyes were so bright.

Ding Jiaying nodded involuntarily and decided to never get drunk again. This time she got drunk, but she didn’t know what she would do next time.

Thank you, Mr. President, for your magnanimity in not taking small offenses and recklessness into consideration.

Xiao Mimi is so unkind. She refused to take me to her house even though I was drunk.

Xiao Mimi, who was lying on the bed sobering up, was inexplicably caught in the crossfire and was criticized by both parties based on their different standpoints.