The president is committing suicide

"Your class had been scheduled before, but you dropped out when you heard it was her. What? Are you pretending not to know her now? Are you trying to protect her?" Zhen Ting and Qiao Shen have known each other for more than ten years and they were neighbors when they were children.

Qiao didn't take her teasing seriously: "Nothing yet."

"From your tone, you seem a little regretful. Do you want something else to happen?" Zhen Ting opened the door and there were only two people in the dance room.

Qiao Shen shrugged: "I didn't say that."

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. She is Shen Cong's wife, the wife of the president of Shen Group." Zhen Ting didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but no matter how she looked at it, there was no hope for this matter.

"Don't worry, my moral standards are not that low. At least they are still above those in the entertainment industry." After meeting her that day, Qiao Shen knew who she was.

His agent called him and told him that a photo of him and a woman was published by the media, but it was quickly bought and removed. No splash or scandal was made.

He still underestimated the paparazzi's ability, and the photos they took were quite clear.

Ding Jiaying, she is really beautiful.

The delicate flower, well protected by her husband, is beautiful but lacks a bit of flavor.

"That young lady is chasing you, but aren't you interested at all?" Zhen Ting signaled him to look out the window.

Miss Xiao Yunzheng is beautiful and youthful, with a simple and proud face that is ignorant of the world, and her love for Qiao Shen is written all over her face.

Qiao Shen was thoughtful. He didn't really care about being young and beautiful. No one knew better than him that a beautiful person might not be perfect. This young lady followed him more recklessly than other beauties. She only dug up his whereabouts because she had more money than others.

With these additions, it's like having the scepter to make him submit.

Unfortunately, he also has money.

Ding Jiaying was successfully transferred to the basic class. Anyway, it would be good if she could dance to a piece of music. Even if she couldn't learn it well, she could just take it as physical exercise.

"I'm sorry, I can't accompany you today. Just go home early after you finish your practice."

Xiao Mimi stood up the girl at the last minute, and Ding Jiaying came out of the practice room holding her phone, looking tired and expressionless.

"It doesn't matter. Finish the work as soon as possible and come back to atone for your sins."

"As ordered."

Ding Jiaying lowered her head to reply to the message, and then saw the whereabouts message sent by Shen Cong: "I'm on the plane and will be back in two days."

They are all so busy, flying here and there, like frequent flyers.

She replied: "Got it. I will take good care of myself. Don't worry."

Really. My sister is also a little girl who acts like she can't take care of herself when we go out together.

His fingers were busy, his head down, his eyes fixed on the screen, his brows slightly furrowed but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

She wasn't paying attention and stepped on a soft object. With a soft cry, Ding Jiaying almost fell into someone's arms.

"sorry Sorry."

Before she could even stand firmly, Ding Jiaying hurriedly apologized to others.

"Hello again, Miss Ding."

Qiao Shen came to class today dressed a little inappropriately, wearing trendy clothes and holding a bouquet of flowers, as if he was going on a date.

Ding Jiaying was bare-faced, her hair was damp and her face was slightly red. "Hello, Mr. Qiao. You weren't hurt just now, were you?"

"A man is not that fragile. It's nothing." Qiao Shen showed his white teeth. "But Miss Ding calling me Mr. Qiao is quite awkward."

Feeling alienated? Ding Jiaying doesn’t think so. Aren’t you just an outsider?

"It seems that Mr. Qiao is fine. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Avoid contact with strange people. This is the principle my sister taught me since I was a child. Ding Jiaying raised her foot and was about to leave.

Qiao Shen moved his body, blocking Ding Jiaying's way just right, and stuffed a bouquet of flowers into her arms.

"Miss Ding, I'm fine. I have something small to ask you. Please help me, Miss Ding."

Ding Jiaying knew that he was good-looking, and his actions just now had attracted people's attention. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, she wanted to leave as soon as possible: "Mr. Qiao, what can I do to help you? Stop joking."

"No kidding, only Miss Ding can help." Qiao Shen observed her shyness under the forced calmness with interest and was unwilling to let her go easily.

"Hurry up and tell me, I'm in a hurry." Ding Jiaying wanted to return the flowers in her hand.

Qiao Shen pressed the flowers into her arms with one hand. Pulling the flowers back and forth, those who didn't know would think there was something interesting going on. Ding Jiaying stopped struggling.

"It's what I talked about last time."

"That hat?" Ding Jiaying widened her eyes.

It looked like nothing special, just an ordinary baseball cap in black. What was there to make a handsome celebrity worth tens of millions of dollars so obsessed with it?

Qiao Shen's face was filled with melancholy. "I know you all don't understand why I am so obsessed with a nondescript hat. My agent also advised me not to make a big fuss over such a small matter. But I believe Miss Ding can understand. You are a sentimental person. Many things are not important because of the things themselves, but because of the people and things related to them that make people reluctant to give them up."

"..." Ding Jiaying opened her lips slightly, but remained silent. You just gave me something so important?

But she didn't want to know anyone's privacy and emotions, and she didn't want to have anything to do with the person in front of her.

"I'll bring it to you next time I teach."

Qiao Shen silently took out his phone and said, "Add a friend. It's not certain if there will be anyone taking pictures when you send it to me. You have to find a place where there is no one."

Damn big star.

Ding Jiaying remembered Xiao Mimi's advice after she returned home that they might have contact in future work, so she should keep her distance but not offend anyone.

"You make sense." Ding Jiaying scanned the code readily.

I kept muttering to myself, if it wasn't because I still wanted to do something so that I could meet Jiang Chengwu, who would listen to you, kid?

It's because Jiang Chengwu thinks highly of you and you are somewhat of a confidant with him.

Qiao Shen watched the expression on her face change several times in one minute. It was more exciting than many actresses he had seen. He couldn't help but say, "You don't have to be so reluctant, right? Is it hard for you to accept a good person like me?"

Ding Jiaying put away her phone, looked up and smiled brightly: "I can't tell whether he is a good person or not. Please take care of me if I run into him in the future."

Qiao Shen understood everything: "I heard that you are a die-hard fan of Brother Jiang? Do you want me to say more good things to him?"

"Not really..." She just hoped that this guy wouldn't cause any trouble in his work, and didn't want to have any contact with Jiang Chengwu through other people. After all, Ding Jiaying agreed that liking an actor and his work was a very personal thing.

Even at work, I don’t want this layer of liking to bring in any other colors.

"You think too much. She doesn't want anyone else to speak for her."

This voice, this hand around my waist, so familiar!

Ding Jiaying looked at the man who had said goodbye to her on the phone just a moment ago in disbelief. How could he appear behind her at this moment? Wasn't he supposed to be on the flight to Zurich?

Who leaked the information?