The president is committing suicide

"I told your husband not to be so excessive. You just came to work, but you came downstairs to assert your sovereignty. It made the girls in our office lose their focus on work. Tell him not to show up downstairs of our company during working hours. Otherwise, I will fire you."

Xiao Mimi on the other end of the phone was very excited.

"I am also a shareholder of the company." That's an exaggeration, Ding Jiaying protested slightly.

"The shareholders were also fired!" Xiao Mimi was really angry.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Cong beside her looked at her innocently.

"She's just a little too nervous. It's none of your business." Ding Jiaying comforted.

"It's okay. I know you knew her before me, and I can understand that. After all, you're by my side now."

Shen Cong was so teasing, but Ding Jiaying was actually very moved. There are so few good men who are so understanding and tolerant of their best friend's jealousy and her temper.

And all this is because of myself.

"Sister, your furry little monster is so cute!"

A childish voice interrupted Ding Jiaying's blushing and busy brain's abnormal workload.

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, her mother next to her said gently: "She just thinks it looks good, she doesn't mean anything else."

Ding Jiaying could see that her mother was very gentle and sincere. She was pleased to see her daughter appreciating and praising the small objects given by strangers. She was not like the parents of "naughty children" that many people have encountered online, who do not express their opinions on the surface but secretly indulge their children to ask others for things.

"Thank you, I think it looks good too. He bought it."

Ding Jiaying pointed at the man next to her.

The little girl excitedly took out her own little monster, with messy blue hair and an expression even more dramatic than the one in her hand.

"Look, it's just as cute as mine. Uncle has really good taste."

Ding Jiaying covered her mouth to hide her sly smile: "Yeah, you have a good eye."

"Goodbye, sister. I can't chat with you anymore. We have to go pick up dad from get off work." Although the little girl was still reluctant to speak, she secretly observed her mother pointing at the watch on her wrist, and immediately stopped talking.

"Your father also works nearby? That's a pity. We can talk again next time we meet." Ding Jiaying waved to the girl and nudged Shen Cong with her elbow.

He raised his hand with a slightly stiff expression and waved to the little girl.

"Goodbye." The little girl's mother hesitated, took her hand and left with a slight apology.

"I think she is so cute." Ding Jiaying said to Shen Cong as she watched the two people walking away.

"Like it?"

"I like it." Ding Jiaying compared him with Chaochao whom she had just met.

Both can talk, but this kid is simple and innocent, with sweetness and cuteness in his eyes, while Chaochao is a little too clever.

"This child's mother should be in a good mood every day."

Shen Cong looked thoughtful, and it never occurred to her that she liked this child just because the other person called her sister and Shen Cong uncle right from the start.

She thought silently that she must go to that beauty salon with Xiao Mimi again next time, and she would definitely not mind wasting time and effort.

In the car, Ding Jiaying seemed to have turned into the little girl who was a community leader. She told him everything she could think of, big and small, that had happened to her during the years she was studying away from home.

Shen Cong listened silently and responded positively at the appropriate time.

He had heard many of these stories before, but he just squeezed them out of Ding Jiaying bit by bit.

It turns out she loved sharing so much when she was 22, so why did she seem so much more cheerful but so closed-minded a few years later?

Ding Jiaying has not yet seen the hardships of life nor experienced any setbacks. She only thinks that she now has a love that satisfies her and that she is so happy to be with the one she loves.

She found flowers adorable and grass endearing, and even talked about her own embarrassing moments in the past with relish.

The ridiculous little thoughts about worrying about the bald guys in Britain on rainy days were also hilarious.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't distracted. When I was talking just now, his smile was so dazzling that I couldn't help but look at his right hand hanging by his side.

The white, slender hands with distinct joints did not seem soft or vulnerable at all, and they felt steady and warm when they held mine.

Just looking at it satisfies all my imaginations of the male protagonist's hands in the many novels I have read.

She couldn't help but wonder why he didn't come and hold her hand.

When I was in college, I saw that although my roommates changed boyfriends every few days, every time they were in a relationship, they wanted to stick together and they would always call each other when they were not together.

She once sneered, wondering how could she study well, write good papers, and not fail the professor?

Now she seemed to understand their feelings at that time a little bit. Shen Cong came to pick her up. Did it mean that he wanted to be with her forever?

He would always come over and hold my hand when driving before, regardless of whether I would refuse or not. Why not today?

Wouldn't it be worth it if I got such a beautiful pair of hands?

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but start to reflect on herself. Was it because she had rejected Shen Cong too many times before that Shen Cong didn't dare to be as aggressive as before after their relationship was confirmed?

When Luo Yan called, Ding Jiaying was still lost in thought.

"How are things?"

"It's going well. The people who can go have been basically decided, and now the framework is set. Things are going on in an orderly manner."

"Okay. Go ahead and finish it as soon as possible."

"Yes."

They seemed to be talking about serious matters. Ding Jiaying felt that her little thoughts should not be revealed too much in front of Shen Cong's subordinates at this time, so she kept silent and resisted the urge to hold his hand.

Isn't it time to get off work? I just went to my own company to urge my boss to give me a day off, but why is he still working when I get there?

"I'm sending my wife back now, you can report online in writing." Shen Cong noticed that Ding Jiaying was too quiet, so he briefly talked to Luo Yan.

Since the accident, Luo Yan has not appeared in front of his wife. The boss has instructed him to talk less and cause less trouble. When he heard that his wife had something to say in the car, he quickly left.

You have to know that Shen Luxi was exiled to the North Pole of the world just because she had a crush on her boss. If she were misunderstood, she would find it difficult to atone for her sins even if she drowned in the South Pole.

"Yes." He didn't dare to say another word. The pile of requests behind him that were so anxious because of the sudden transfer had not been dealt with yet, and he didn't dare to make it public. He didn't know if he could deceive these old foxes who had been in the business for many years by pretending to be powerful.

Although Shen Cong looks young, he is very ruthless and never drags his feet in doing things. His control over things is definitely better than those opportunistic old foxes.

Anyway, some old directors have suffered a lot from him.

"I know you are capable, but being capable means being a little soft-hearted sometimes. If you are really in trouble, I will find a way to help you make the decision." Shen Cong's voice sounded too gentle, and Luo Yan trembled all over.