The president is committing suicide

Shen Cong prepared this meal very well, with three dishes and one soup. Ding Jiaying ate very well and finished the meal in no time.

"Hehe, I didn't eat lunch, so I'll just have this meal." Ding Jiaying put down her chopsticks very contentedly, only to find that Shen Cong was looking at her with burning eyes.

As she spoke, she tried her best to look less embarrassed by burying her face in the hot steam from the soup bowl.

Shen Cong couldn't hide the pain in his eyes: "Why don't you eat lunch?"

"I'm busy doing it, but I haven't succeeded yet, so I just keep doing it." Ding Jiaying gritted her teeth, "I just can't believe that I can't learn this, so..."

It turned out that my talent in this area might not have been awakened yet, and no matter what I did, it didn't work.

"You don't have to try it in the future. Put everything aside at any time. Three meals a day and your safety are the most important." Shen Cong supervised her as she drank another bowl of soup.

There was no seafood in today's meal, but Shen Cong ate a lot. Ding Jiaying thought it was fine, if he wanted to keep this secret, he could just cook for me.

"Your second aunt called me suddenly and said that you went shopping with her. Did she give you those clothes yesterday?" Shen Cong suddenly mentioned Xiao Yinyin. Ding Jiaying felt a little angry. After all, she really got it. And the Xiao Group is not a family of the same level as the Shen family.

Ding Jiaying nodded: "I saw Ding Jiayin and slapped her."

"Yeah." Shen Cong responded coldly.

"Aren't you going to ask me why?" Ding Jiaying's attitude towards him was somewhat unpredictable. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have mentioned it. If he cared, why would he only say "hmm"?

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows: "I want to ask, if you prefer clothes of that style now, I will have someone contact their designer to make some for you that you like."

"Aren't you worried that I'll offend the Xiao family?" Ding Jiaying knew that the Xiao family might be cautious about taking action against her father and sister for the sake of her grandfather, but they might not show mercy to the Shen family.

Even though the Shen family is large enough not to worry about such attacks, it is much better to have one more friend in the business world than one more enemy, even if it is just a superficial friend.

Shen Cong patted her head and said, "They are the ones who made you unhappy. Just teach them a lesson. If you still don't feel better, tell me."

After all, the Xiao family is a well-known large group company, but in Shen Cong's eyes it means nothing.

This time, Ding Jiaying was very rude to her second aunt, whom she was not very familiar with, and took several bags that she had not been willing to buy when she was studying abroad.

This trip cost a million, and Xiao Yinyin was not the kind of person who would just accept everything and be as broad-minded as a bodhisattva. How could she tolerate someone attacking her daughter without any reaction?

If she is really let off so easily, how will she survive in the circle of wealthy ladies in the future?

Anyway, Ding Jiaying has lost her memory in a car accident. Whether she knows it or not, it is naturally a bit unreasonable to care about someone who has not yet recovered, but it is reasonable to create a little trouble for Shen Cong.

"What if she does something bad to you?" Ding Jiaying expressed her concerns. Even if they did not acknowledge that they were actually husband and wife in love, they were still a couple in law, and their interests were tied together in the eyes of others.

"That means she is courting death." Shen Cong made the most serious threat in the most gentle tone.

Ding Jiaying heard from Da Mi that Shen Cong was a very cold person, but he was always true to his word. He was cruel to his opponents and even more ruthless to his enemies. He would keep his word and if he said he was going to get you, he would show no mercy. When he got ruthless, he would show his sharp edge and slash his claws like thunder.

Of course, Xiao Mimi's words are exaggerated, but they are also very telling.

"That's not necessary..." Ding Jiaying didn't mean to kill anyone.

Shen Cong ended the topic by saying, "I know my limits."

"With so many clothes, would you like to unpack them first?"

Ding Jiaying felt a little tired while drinking her soup and thinking about so many clothes.

"Then let Butler Zhang arrange for someone to clean it up for you."

Now if someone told Ding Jiaying that Shen Cong could read minds, she would definitely believe it.

After eating and drinking soup, Ding Jiaying felt relaxed and lazy, exuding a comfortable atmosphere.

Shen Cong felt that at this moment she was like a little hedgehog that had reached its own safe zone. She had let down all her guard, and after eating her fill, she lay on her belly and basked in the sun.

"I have an important party tomorrow. Can you help me with my outfit?"

Ding Jiaying pointed at her nose: "Me?"

"Of course. Your aesthetic taste is always on point."

Ding Jiaying was a little bit unconvinced. Are those exaggerated clothes in the closet and the selected colors really the work of people with good aesthetic taste?

Shen Cong opened his phone and showed her some of his old outfit photos: "These are all from the photos you took when you matched them for me."

She took the phone with some doubt. In the photos, Shen Cong was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, which was basically elegant, with his cuffs buttoned very strictly. However, the color of the suit was very subtle, and the choice of accessories was very imaginative.

Shen Cong is handsome in many different ways in the photos, the only thing that is the same is that he always looks at the photographer with a smile. Even if there is no expression on his face, the sparkling love in his eyes is so eye-catching.

Ding Jiaying seems to be a perfect match for, or should I say, the man who dresses her up, and Shen Cong is also willing to let her treat him as her beloved doll.

But now I feel like an unqualified substitute who has taken over someone else's job.

Not good, not great.

By the time I realized what was happening, I was already standing in front of two matching sets of clothes, holding two ties that looked the same in their hands and gesticulating left and right.

She is now just a college graduate who has not seen much of the world. Her understanding of formal occasions is just the kind of clothes she wears at school events and news events.

The occasion Shen Cong was about to attend required a solemn but not overly serious, fashionable and luxurious tone that he had not yet mastered. The two sets of clothes he had matched were really incomparable to those in Shen Cong's phone, and were completely on a different level.

"This..." Ding Jiaying gritted her teeth and didn't dare to look Shen Cong in the eye.

"not bad."

Brother, are you serious? In the past, we had delicacies from land and sea, but now cabbage and pearl meatballs are also OK?

"I'm serious." Shen Cong's tone didn't sound like a joke or a sarcasm.

Ding Jiaying finally mustered up the courage to look up at him: "Then you choose one."

To be honest, if I wear both sets of clothes, I might look a bit like an old cadre in the eyes of others.

But there was no way. He had somehow already finished half of the task, and there was no way he would not continue. As long as he finished choosing, his work would be over.