The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying was silent for a while and then said, "I was the one who got you into trouble before. From now on, just do what you want to do."

Although he had expected her to say this, Shen Cong's expression still changed slightly: "I have always been doing what I want to do."

He seems really nice.

Even without a family marriage, what kind of person would I find among the vast sea of ​​people? Would I be happier than I am now?

Not necessarily.

Happiness? Why do I think I am happy when I think about this?

The space in the car was not very big. Both of them were silent and did not speak. The empty space seemed so empty.

"There's really no need to go to Dr. Liu. I know there's safflower oil at home. You can just rub it on me." Ding Jiaying didn't feel anything when she was hit, but now she feels that her shoulder must have been hit.

Shen Cong didn't say anything, but turned the steering wheel obediently. The car turned around and rushed into the night towards their home.

Under the lamp, he rubbed the safflower oil carefully and kneaded her wrist with heartache in his eyes: "Bear with it, it will hurt a little, but it will be gone in a while. The smell is a bit strong, but you still have to wait a few hours before taking a shower, otherwise the effect of the medicine will be gone."

Ding Jiaying's eyelashes were wet and she bit her lips and hummed, hissing in pain from time to time.

"Don't try to endure it in the future. If it hurts, just say it. I'm here." His words were a scolding, but the force of injury was very gentle.

Ding Jiaying said stubbornly: "It doesn't hurt."

Shen Cong silently increased the strength of his hands and glanced at Ding Jiaying who was grinning.

"This is not the first time you've asked me to cooperate on a project. Why do you want to terminate it? Is it really because of Ding Jiayin?"

Ding Jiaying didn't look at him: "You've said it many times. If it's not what you want and it's not what I want, no one can feel comfortable pushing it further."

"As long as they speak up or just nod, I'm willing. I don't think it's a big deal." Shen Cong wanted her to look at him. He wanted to know what she thought.

Shen Cong's lack of principles was beyond Ding Jiaying's expectation, and he didn't even try to hide it: "Why?"

"No reason."

"If I tell you not to agree to anything in the future, will you think I'm selfish and indifferent to the family?" Ding Jiaying didn't know what Shen Cong would think of a big family not caring about its own people.

Shen Cong answered quickly: "No. You can do whatever you want, they have no right to interfere."

Ding Jiaying raised her head and looked at his face but didn't see any trace of deception.

"I'm telling you seriously, this is what I think. They are all known to be capable people, and it's a bit unreasonable for them to rely on you, a daughter who doesn't participate in family affairs."

Shen Cong paused for a moment and said, "Originally it didn't matter whether I gave it or not, but now that they've treated you like this, I don't want to give them a chance."

Ding Jiaying was stunned: "This, this is your business, you have the final say."

"I know." He gently raised his hand to lift a strand of hair on Ding Jiaying's forehead, but Ding Jiaying suddenly stepped back.

Shen Cong's hand froze in the air, his slender fingers slightly curled up and slowly retracted.

"That's not true." Ding Jiaying said quickly, blinking her eyes. "No wonder Wang's wife said we can't use safflower oil. It's too irritating to the eyes."

It turned out that the safflower oil on Shen Cong's hand was so spicy that Ding Jiaying almost cried.

She looked at Shen Cong with tears in her eyes and the words she said sounded more like a coquettish attempt to keep him.

Shen Cong called her Ah Ying, and his eyes looked like they had rolled in a hot spring several times, immersing her in it.

Slightly hot, fiercely stretched.

"Ok?"

"Remember, I love you very much. I love you no matter what I do."

These words were so hot and embarrassing. Ding Jiaying didn't know where to put her eyes, watching his sexy Adam's apple move up and down.

His breath was getting closer and closer, and their hot breath was in front of each other.

His lips were soft and strong.

Gently invading Ding Jiaying's territory, from lips to brain.

Her soft obedience allowed Shen Cong to be so wanton. The entanglement of their tongues and the sensory stimulation amplified by her oxygen-deprived brain made her intoxicated.

He didn't speak, and neither did she.

But she felt that he said a lot, between his lips and in the ripples of his heart.

There was a strong hand on her back, as if it was going to rub her into the body. The domineering restraint and possessive gesture made Ding Jiaying feel the deep affection of the man in front of her.

"Aying, Yingying, baby..."

He called her softly, using various affectionate names.

His voice, breath, embrace and the warmth of their closeness all spoke of things that Ding Jiaying had once longed for but dared not hope for.

Such a scene and such people made Ding Jiaying fall into a dizzying vortex with almost no resistance.

"Is it appropriate for you to say these things in front of a single guy? Isn't there even a hint of showing off?" Xiao Mimi was a little dissatisfied, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but grin.

"My girlfriend is the best. Any cold-blooded man has to bow his head like this every day."

Ding Jiaying felt that this guy had reached the point of deconstructing language that he had told her about a long time ago, eliminating all precise, elegant and noble expressions of language and completely losing respect for language.

I used to be so eager to compose a poem when I saw the moon and the ditch, but now I speak casually. I can only say that I am very open-minded and advanced.

The one who has not made any progress is Ding Jiaying herself.

"So what do you want to do now?" Xiao Mimi didn't believe that the woman who was troubled a few days ago now ran to her to talk about such ambiguous topics without any other meaning.

Ding Jiaying touched the spot where her heartbeat accelerated and said in confusion: "I don't know. I just feel that I can't do nothing."

"You've been very good to him, and you've taken the initiative to cut off those messy conflicts of interest at home. But have you ever thought that maybe this pervert is enjoying it?"

"How can it be like this?" Ding Jiaying really wanted to know what Shen Cong had done. In Xiao Mimi's mind, there was nothing that could be understood with normal thinking.

"You don't know, your Shen Cong used to..." Xiao Mimi stopped talking when she saw Ding Jiaying's innocent look with big eyes.

The sudden interruption of the conversation made Ding Jiaying smell something unusual. Just as she was about to ask something, she was distracted by a question from Xiao Mimi.

"Are you in love with him?"

Ding Jiaying stood there in a daze, Shen Cong's face flashed quickly in her mind, the deep affection, the sadness, the tender love, the disappointment... She didn't know why every page was so clear.

She opened her mouth but couldn't say no.

"No way, you fell into the same trap so soon?" Xiao Mimi's words sounded as if she had not expected it, but her raised eyebrows still revealed her pride in having foreseen everything.