The president is committing suicide

When I saw Xiao Mimi again in the company the next day, she had completely forgotten the unpleasantness of yesterday.

"What? Did you find that little wolfdog you met to your liking?" Ding Jiaying joked.

Xiao Mimi put away the mirror she was using to apply lipstick: "You've learned to speak badly now, you know how to control the scale well."

"Is that the one with the abdominal muscles I saw on the phone? Is he handsome?" Ding Jiaying asked.

Xiao Mimi walked to the window and pointed toward the office: "Look for yourself."

Ding Jiaying took one look and turned around, covering her mouth with her hands and laughing. She touched Xiao Mimi's shoulder and said, "Isn't this considered abusing public power for personal gain? You've even brought it to the company. Is this a blatant office romance?"

"What are you talking about? Am I such a casual person in your eyes? I am also a person who loves talents, okay?" Xiao Mimi waved her little hand slightly to greet the people outside.

"It's best if she is both talented and pretty, otherwise it would be a shame for our President Xiao's great cultivation."

"I'm not someone who can please everyone. And I'm not such a beast as to pounce on my little girl right after they broke up."

"Then what are you doing?"

"She's good-looking and can drink a lot. It's really impressive to take her out to meet people. People like us who work with people are glamorous and there are many wealthy women." Xiao Mimi paused for a moment, "For example, you."

"I can let it go. You can forget about me." Ding Jiaying couldn't bear the worry at this time.

"Our little wolfdog sells his art but not his body. I also have a strong professional ethics. In the company, my colleagues always put work first. As for personal time, I can't control it."

"Hehe." Ding Jiaying could already hear Xiao Mimi's little plan from outside the universe.

"How about your contact with Qiao Shen at work? If you feel a little bothered by Xiao Yunzheng's presence, we can meet in any occasion without forcing ourselves." Xiao Mimi finally thought of something serious to show her concern for Ding Jiaying, which was really tear-jerking.

"It's OK. That matter has been resolved by Ah Cong, so there shouldn't be any problem. Anyway, we just chatted a few words when we met each other everyday, so it's not considered work contact."

Xiao Mimi suddenly covered her cheek and her facial features wrinkled.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a toothache?"

"No. My teeth are sore. Ah Cong~ What's your name? Are you talking about sour plums from the preserves jar?"

"Can you be serious?" Ding Jiaying's face turned red with just one sentence. "Let's talk about business."

"Well, anyway, I'm already a frivolous boss, so how can there be any serious things? You go back to see your Ah Cong." Xiao Mimi looked out the window, her eyes eager to try.

Ding Jiaying sat opposite her and remained unmoved: "It's okay, I'll stay with you for a while."

"Do you have any sense of being a favorite concubine?" Xiao Mimi pointed her slender jade finger outside the French window, "Look whose car that is."

Ding Jiaying walked over and took a look: "Shen Cong? How did you know he would come?"

Xiao Mimi rolled her eyes. "It's like that guy in your family has a tracker on you. He sent me a message half an hour before you got here, asking if there was anything particularly important today."

"? What did you say?"

"Of course I understood the meaning of the music and told you the truth. Everyone is free today and there is nothing important." Xiao Mimi spread her hands, stood up and asked everyone to go out.

"Are you chasing me away?"

"You used to run away very consciously, but now I have to push you. Are you playing a new game of playing hard to get? I can't be a part of your PLAY anymore." Xiao Mimi put her hands on her shoulders and smiled like a fox.

"You're dating for your own convenience, right?"

"Whatever you say." The door closed mercilessly in front of her.

Someone's phone rang, and then she saw the handsome guy enter the office in front of her.

This world is so frankly crazy.

Ding Jiaying went downstairs carrying her computer bag. Today was another failed day at work.

Through the glass door, Ding Jiaying saw the tall figure coming towards her.

Just like the abnormality that occurred from time to time in the past two days, Ding Jiaying felt the blood on her lips and face flowing faster.

In broad daylight, people were coming and going, and Ding Jiaying stood there with a look of helplessness and a hot face.

He was the one who picked out the clothes when we went out this morning. The two of us were squeezed together and our clothes got wrinkled, so we had to change into another set of clothes.

The collar is higher than before, and the long-sleeved shirt looks very elegant when paired with the suit.

Ding Jiaying is unable to describe the price of this elegance.

Shen Cong's kiss lingered between her eyebrows, and the warm breath made Ding Jiaying want to leave but unable to.

“I don’t want to go to work anymore.”

"Since the president isn't going, shouldn't the people below have a day off today?"

"I didn't understand why the king didn't want to attend the morning court before, and I don't want to do it now either."

"But I don't want to be the favorite concubine who is killed."

He smiled and shook his head, reaching out to scratch her nose: "This is not the concubine's problem, it's the emperor's problem."

"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

"I see, I see. My dear minister, you are right."

The two of them said goodbye reluctantly, and from the closet door to the car, there was such reluctance in their eyes, as if they were not going to work, but were going to seek scriptures separately.

Ding Jiaying herself found it very funny. From the day they tacitly agreed to the relationship, they automatically entered into a love-hate relationship, treating every day as if it were their last.

He came here on his first day at work.

At this time, only one hundred and thirty-six minutes had passed since the two people separated.

The mind thinks it's crazy, but now Ding Jiaying's heart is filled with sugar.

She couldn't resist the urge to run towards him, and couldn't hold back for a moment.

Running is too slow to see the person you like.

La la la la

Ding Jiaying threw herself into the arms of the tall man, like a butterfly lightly landing on its favorite flower.

The man was tall and handsome with handsome features. Even though his temperament was as cold as an iceberg, the tenderness he showed to the person in his arms still made many people look sideways.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is always unforgettable and often gives people rich and beautiful imaginations.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long."

"Has anyone hit on me today?" Ding Jiaying admitted that she is petty and cannot be generous when it comes to love.

"Yes." Shen Cong answered truthfully.

"How many phone numbers?" Sure enough, Ding Jiaying's expression changed.

"None." Shen Cong rubbed her face.

Although I like to see her jealous, it is better to do as little as possible to make the person you like unhappy.

"Did they not give it to me?"

"Give it to me, but I didn't take it."

Ding Jiaying was so overwhelmed by his tenderness that she didn't know what to do. When their eyes met, she couldn't utter a word but her heart beat nearly a thousand times.

"Am I good?" Shen Cong took her hand and patted her on the head in a flattering manner.

Ding Jiaying was so soft-hearted that she wished she could melt into a puddle of water: "Yeah."

"I want a reward." Shen Cong took another step forward.

Ding Jiaying's face flushed, and she stared at his lips and acted stupid: "Ah, what?"

Shen Cong kissed her without saying anything.