The president is committing suicide

"I didn't realize it, but it's quite dangerous to be around the president like you." Xiao Mimi's eyes looked as if she had gotten some big news.

"Someone wants me dead. Don't you have any other feelings or a sense of crisis?" Ding Jiaying felt that her best friend cared about others more than herself at this moment.

Xiao Mimi gave her a caring look: "Why are you jealous now? The fact that he can say it out loud and in public shows that this guy has the heart but not the courage. There must be a lot of people like this around your Xiao Shen. Are you too bored to treat them all as enemies?"

"Look, this one is secretly taking pictures of his hands and shirt." Ding Jiaying is a little bothered now.

It is said that there are two places on a man's body that have nothing to do with sex, but are very related to sexiness. One is his Adam's apple and the other is his knuckles.

The man in the photo has slender fingers, delicate skin tightly wrapped around his knuckles, and he holds the pen just right.

Even without seeing the face or other parts, I could already imagine the smell and warmth of that person.

Terrible.

There is also the photo of the one in white shirt. The subtle wrinkles on the corner of the shirt with the texture of light and shadow make people involuntarily wonder under what circumstances the two people took such an ambiguous photo.

A wrinkled white shirt and a girl’s Weibo post, put together, are enough to write a beautiful and colorful romance novel.

"The more he takes these photos instead of holding hands, it shows that the man doesn't care about her at all." Xiao Mimi was very calm about this matter. After all, she had seen too many such self-indulgent things.

The closer the photos are to the back, the more they make people think about it, and the blogger becomes more and more daring.

The caption under a photo of herself in pajamas is: That unworthy person is still courting death, doesn’t he know that human tolerance has limits?

Virtue is not worthy?

"She's talking about me?" Ding Jiaying seemed to have been touched on a sore spot. "I just lost my memory, not my IQ. How can that mean I'm unworthy of my position?"

Xiao Mimi comforted her: "It's just a small matter. Don't those who can't get it say that the person they want is not as good as them? They just feel sour because they can't eat the grapes. Don't worry about it. But this pajamas is pretty."

Ding Jiaying also felt that it looked familiar. Isn’t this the annoying purple couple’s pair in her closet?

Because there was too little fabric, Ding Jiaying took one look at it and threw it into a corner without even removing the label.

How did this woman find this nightgown? Was it a coincidence?

"Did you buy this pajamas?" Xiao Mimi was a little confused, "It doesn't look like it."

"You think so too?" Ding Jiaying felt something was wrong.

"The color is very high-end, and the spaghetti straps and deep V are sexy but not cliché. It's a designer piece, and it's sold over the counter. It's definitely not bought by you. It must have been bought by your husband. I didn't realize she's so reserved and tasteful."

Ding Jiaying felt that Xiao Mimi had secretly belittled her, but there was no obvious evidence.

"If people can know when your husband buys this, then they must be very close to him. And they are women. It's easy to guess." Although Xiao Mimi has seen a lot of things, it is still really infuriating to see someone coveting her sister's man and secretly demonstrating to this extent.

This was the first time that Ding Jiaying had encountered someone who was targeting her husband to such an extent, and this person was even next to Shen Cong. She frowned and thought, "This is not the one in my closet. She should have bought the same one from the store herself."

"Is it this question? But what are your plans now?" No matter who encounters such a thing, no one will remain indifferent. If Ding Jiaying wants to take action, Xiao Mimi will cooperate.

Ding Jiaying believed in Shen Cong's character and taste. People who liked to vent their resentment in dark corners would not be his type.

It's just that this matter is very disgusting.

"This matter is Shen Cong's business." Ding Jiaying's answer made Xiao Mimi applaud in her heart.

Women should not bring men's troubles upon themselves, or they will become unhappy.

"I'll have someone help you find clues about who sent this email. Please stay put for now." Xiao Mimi felt that it was more important to find out who sent the email and who wanted to sow discord between them.

"There are only so many people I've offended, and there are actually very few people who have the courage and ability to investigate so many. They're no more than the Xiao family and the Ding family, who else could it be?" Ding Jiaying thought about all the unrest that had happened recently, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Seeing that she had it in mind, Xiao Mimi felt relieved: "Just do your job with peace of mind. I will help you with it and let you know when there is news. But don't lose heart about work."

"I understand." Ding Jiaying felt that after her health improved, Xiao Mimi had begun to treat her like an iron man.

Xiao Mimi's phone rang. After answering the call, she looked a little strange: "Am I a despicable person? Now I have become a part of your PLAY?"

"What? It's so confusing." Ding Jiaying took a sip of water.

"Your President Shen called me to ask for someone. Why can't I get through to your phone?" Xiao Mimi didn't want to have too much contact with her best friend's man. After all, in the eyes of her mother-in-law, he would never be the best choice.

Ding Jiaying picked up her mobile phone and called Shen Cong but found that the call could not go through. However, the signal clearly showed that there was full signal and there was money in the account.

"My phone is broken?"

Xiao Mimi rolled her eyes: "Can you rich people be less stingy? Buy a better phone?"

Ding Jiaying took Xiao Mimi's phone and called Shen Cong, only to find out that he was already waiting downstairs.

"Then I'll go back first." Ding Jiaying stood up and said goodbye.

"Hurry up." Xiao Mimi thought that if this guy called, her woman would go downstairs. And that man was still like a flower attracting bees and butterflies! Hateful!

Shen Cong drove to pick her up himself. Instead of sitting in the driver's seat waiting, he stood next to the car.

Ding Jiaying saw a faint red dot from a distance. He must be smoking.

A tall figure, with the hand holding a cigarette pressed between his eyebrows, as if he was worried about something.

She stood there and watched for a while. He just stared at the burning cigarette in a daze, with no intention of bringing it to his lips.

The night breeze brought a faint smell of tobacco, ruffling his hair and clothes, which Ding Jiaying thought looked nice.

Before he could go up to say hello, Shen Cong saw her.

Instead of going forward immediately, Shen Cong threw away the cigarette in his hand, turned around, opened the car door and leaned inside.

He ran over after a while, breathing a little hurriedly: "Why did you come down so soon? I thought it would take a while."

Ding Jiaying smelled the familiar scent of perfume, fresh and clean.

Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shirt: "I just want to see you soon."