The president is committing suicide

"Actually, he and I..."

"It goes without saying."

Shen Cong lightly pecked Ding Jiaying's lips to hide his embarrassment.

I was actually competing with a little boy for affection in public.

Ding Jiaying actually felt a little guilty. As a married woman, she had no self-awareness and actually gave out her contact information. It was only after she was caught by Shen Cong that she realized something was wrong.

Originally, she was focused on training and didn't come to see the handsome guy, so she had no interest in this simplified version of Jiang Chengwu.

But how many people would rather believe that seeing is believing? What Ding Jiaying is worried about now is that Shen Cong will not plant any grudge in his heart, right?

She still wanted to explain: "Actually, I didn't know him before. Xiao Mimi said that he might be the subject of my work photo shoot in the future, so I said to be friendly."

This boy is not important, Ding Jiaying did not like him.

But Shen Cong was still afraid that if it wasn't him, it could be someone else. Love at first sight is not a legend. Ding Jiaying fell in love with Shen Cong at first sight, and she saw his face.

More than once, under her undisguised gaze, he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he had exactly the face she liked.

Now she says she is not that person anymore, and she is indeed completely different. It is hard to say whether she dislikes her own face or likes the beautiful face of others.

It’s not that I lack confidence in myself, but that I feel I have no control over the unknown future and fate.

He lost the control and certainty of his future that he had enjoyed for twenty-two years.

“Are there many people like him?”

"what?"

"They want to get to know you, want to get your number?"

This man didn't really care about this handsome guy. Ding Jiaying applauded his imagination and silliness. She didn't expect that a smart man would be so stupid in front of love.

Ding Jiaying deliberately kept silent, watching his expression become tense again, and then pushed his shoulder away: "Of course not. Do you think I'm some peerless fairy?"

Someone would come to the empty classroom for class or practice soon, so Ding Jiaying didn't dare to stay in there with Shen Cong for too long.

Even though she was a nobody, Shen Cong was still well-known, so it would be better for him to behave himself in a place where he could meet acquaintances at every turn.

Ah, look at the words she is using now. If her Chinese teacher finds out, she will definitely cut off all ties with her.

She washed up quickly, not daring to let him wait for her outside for too long.

"I just saw a man, he's really good looking. He has a cold, icy look, but he's very attractive."

"I saw it too. His profile was really stunning. He came over in a suit. He must be passionate inside, right?"

"Hehe, same as you? A ladylike dress on the outside, and a seductive miniskirt on the inside?"

"A good-looking appearance is useless. It is the interesting and coquettish inner self that makes people unable to stop."

"I kind of hope he can escape your Five Fingers Mountain."

"You can't bear it? Wait until I take him down, and then you can come and help us have fun."

"Stop talking nonsense here. When I saw him leaving just now, there was a beautiful woman next to him. I guess he's already taken."

"So what if she has an owner? The flowers in the world are so beautiful, but she has seen them and I am not allowed to see them?"

"Just be tough."

"I saw them coming out of the empty classroom together before."

"So good at playing?"

"how?"

"More interested."

"Then come on."

"Go!"

……

Several girls gathered together and whispered, screaming in excitement, pushing and shoving each other, instigating the most heroic girl among them to go find Shen Cong.

Ding Jiaying tidied herself up and came out to meet a group of lively beauties pushing someone towards a slender figure.

I recognized the figure at a glance, Shen Cong.

Humph, I'm still a romantic guy. Are you still talking about me?

Ding Jiaying crossed her arms and prepared to watch Shen Cong's show. Why didn't her face show any sign of rejection?

He was so domineering when he spoke about himself just now, how come he can let beautiful women within two meters of him now?

hypocrite!

The girl had a slender figure and elegant temperament. She walked up to Shen Cong confidently without any fear.

Shen Cong looked at him quietly.

Their height difference is so harmonious, both of them have slender figures and pretty faces, and standing there they are the standard male and female protagonists in idol dramas.

Shen Cong was not a pleasant person, but he probably did not refuse immediately. After all, the beauty had not fled and her face was still full of anger.

He is really amazing. He says one thing and does another.

Ding Jiaying felt so sour in her heart that the peach scent of her shampoo no longer tasted sweet.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, only the discussions of the girl's friends.

"Why did you take so long? Xiaoxiang has never been unable to get contact information in three minutes."

"Don't be anxious. The better the man is, the more effort he deserves. She hasn't given up yet, which means this man is really good."

"They look quite good together. Does anyone know who that is?"

"I'll check it out later."

Yes, I know that too.

Ding Jiaying didn't know where the inferiority complex came from, which made her afraid to go up and tell them who he was and whose man he was.

"No matter who he is, I approve of him pursuing Xiaoxiang. He's good-looking and a nice person."

"Xiaoxiang is watching us."

"Hey, hey, hey, why does Xiaoxiang look like she's about to cry?"

Ding Jiaying looked up and saw that girl was barely maintaining her facial expression, with a pair of unyielding eyes between her slightly heroic brows.

She heard him suddenly raise his voice: "Look, that's my wife."

The group of girls around her immediately focused their attention on Ding Jiaying and were horrified.

"Isn't he single?"

"Just her?"

The voice was so loud, and the words were quite Shen Cong's.

But Shen Cong loudly said in front of so many people that Ding Jiaying was his wife. He politely walked away from the girl and went straight to Ding Jiaying, gently holding her hand.

He stood between the group of young girls and Ding Jiaying, and the ring on his left ring finger was very eye-catching under the light.

His eyes were cold and warning. The girl who was chattering just now immediately fell silent.

Ding Jiaying originally wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into, and she lowered her eyes and dared not look at anyone.

She felt very uncomfortable being noticed by so many people in a place where she didn't want to attract attention.

Shen Cong flicked her forehead with his finger: "Silly girl."

A sigh of intimacy is millions of times more gentle than the one she gave to the beautiful woman named Xiaoxiang. Love or not, like or not, it is so clear at a glance.

Hand in hand, they walked past the crowd and inquiring eyes, and quickly disappeared from among them.

Qiao Shen stood upstairs and saw all this, with a smile on his face but a chill in his eyes: "Men love to circle their own territory just like dogs. Childish."