The president is committing suicide

It turns out that I forgot.

I haven't lost my memory yet, I just fell in love and forgot the cold words I said to him when he looked at me with burning eyes when I just woke up.

Ding Jiaying started to become anxious and restless, and became uneasy and fussy, since she realized that she liked Shen Cong.

I returned home and lay on the bed. The Milky Way on the ceiling was shining brightly, and Xiao Mimi's words kept turning over and over in my mind.

"As long as you love him, you will be his happiness even if you just stand there. You must have this confidence."

confidence?

Ding Jiaying makes fun of herself, is she confident of being loved?

But she had never had one. She grew up in the love and expectations of her parents for her sister. Not only was her IQ lower than others, but her temper was also not pleasing. Her parents were ordinary parents in terms of loving their children. They had high hopes for the excellent ones and provided good food and drink for the average ones. As the family had some money, they could have fun.

She believed that she was the one who was treated well, with a little love but not much. The love flowed through their fingers and was left over from their care for their sister.

Not to mention grandpa, uncles and other elders, only if they are more well-behaved and obedient will they speak to them in a friendly manner.

Growing up in school, unlike acting like a spoiled child in front of her sister, she just kept quiet and didn't cause any trouble.

Someone likes her, but is it the family behind her or her sister? She doesn't know.

It was too much trouble to bother telling the difference, so she decided not to like anyone else.

The moonlight was filtered through the veil, leaving only a few unclear spots on the ground, swaying so densely that people's spirits gradually couldn't hold on and fell into sleep.

She saw him in her dream, and they kissed under the bright moonlight and fell asleep in each other's arms in the night.

The early morning sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, changing the color of the dream to a warmer tone, and Ding Jiaying reluctantly opened her eyes.

The person next to me has clear features and looks good when he's sleeping.

Such a nice dream.

How does the saying go? The happiest thing is that you are there when you fall asleep, and you and the sunshine are there when you wake up.

Ding Jiaying just watched and didn't dare to take any action.

The man's eyelashes began to tremble slightly, as if he was ready to open his eyes at any time.

Oh no! Ding Jiaying quickly closed her eyes.

But she regretted it as soon as she closed her eyes. This was a dream, so what was wrong with looking at it a few more times?

If I close my eyes now, I will definitely see something else when I open them later, and I can never go back. What a pity.

Soon, she felt an itch on the tip of her nose.

The dream is about to end.

She opened her eyes reluctantly.

Ok?

The sunlight curtain and him on the bed?

He opened his eyes, holding a feather from somewhere in his hand and standing in front of Ding Jiaying.

Was it he who caused the itching just now?

Ding Jiaying's mind stopped. When did her dreams become so detailed and real?

A sneeze!

Ding Jiaying sneezed and the pain in her stomach made her whole body curl up.

Damn, the pain feels so real!

"Aying, what's wrong?"

The panic and heartache in Shen Cong's voice made Ding Jiaying feel that she could still bear it.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth: "It's okay. I'll take my time."

When she opened her eyes again, tears were hanging on her eyelashes, and in a trance, Shen Cong's face became clearer and clearer.

The hand he put to her ear was warm, and the skin he touched was soft.

"what?"

Not a dream.

He slept next to him last night!

"Does it still hurt? Just the stomach ache?"

She asked, "When did you come back?"

Seeing that her complexion had improved, he leaned forward slightly and said, "This morning. You slept soundly."

He couldn't bear to let her wait, so he arranged everything in advance and set off overnight.

She was stunned, turned her face and put it on his hand: "Then you didn't sleep well."

The blueness and fatigue under his eyes could not be concealed.

Her heart suddenly relaxed a little. The person she loved came back after traveling all day long.

Shen Cong smiled as she raised her lips: "Yeah."

"Then let's sleep together for a while." Ding Jiaying put her hands around his neck and pulled him back onto the soft bed.

The two of them hugged each other and snuggled together, like two little animals that woke up in the warm spring sun but were reluctant to get up, and then fell asleep again happily in their safe nest.

After this sleep, when I woke up it was already afternoon.

Ding Jiaying could no longer go to the restaurant she had originally booked. It wasn’t because the restaurant owner didn’t want to, but she just didn’t want to move anymore.

Shen Cong's arms were so warm, and he looked particularly charming as he held her and leaned against the head of the bed.

She watched quietly, enjoying the moment, he was all she had, and he was the only one around her.

"Awake?" Noticing her strangeness, Shen Cong put down his phone, turned around, and kissed her on the forehead.

"What on earth did you do yesterday? Why do you look more tired than me?"

Ding Jiaying smiled but said nothing, but the sound of her belly was very eye-catching.

"hungry?"

Shen Cong seemed not to notice Ding Jiaying's embarrassment. He naturally buried his head in her neck and bit her lightly and heavily: "Actually, I'm hungry too. It's just that seeing you sleeping so well and so obediently, and holding me, I can't move myself."

Ding Jiaying felt a little shaky from the kiss, but her stomach seemed to be too honest and the long gurgling sound was really a spoiler.

Shen Cong was amused: "Yes, yes, I'll get up right away and make a good meal for Mr. Stomach."

"But today is your birthday." Ding Jiaying felt that she had to cook for the birthday boy, but her cooking skills...

"Do you have a better plan? It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. Even if we go to the restaurant to eat, our stomachs will suffer a lot."

What Shen Cong said made so much sense. It would be impossible for the birthday boy to just eat something quick to fill his stomach before going to the restaurant for a meal, right?

Feeling a little guilty, Ding Jiaying volunteered to help Shen Cong.

Because I planned not to be at home today, I gave the kitchen and the driver a holiday. No one would come to disturb me, and naturally no one would come to help me.

Although Shen Cong's kitchen was very tolerant of Ding Jiaying, she was still politely asked to go outside to watch after she clumsily broke three plates.

Before leaving, a plate of big strawberries was stuffed into my hand.

"When you eat and look at me, you will find that I am more handsome."

Did Shen Cong discover the secret of why she would laugh so happily when Ding Jiaying praised her? She found that Shen Cong had gradually deviated from the image of a domineering and cold CEO.

Sitting on the sofa and looking back at the people in the kitchen, he really looks handsome.

"You still have no news. Has Shen Cong come back?" Xiao Mimi was worried that Ding Jiaying was getting anxious after waiting for too long, so she wanted to comfort her.

Ding Jiaying rolled her eyes while eating a big strawberry: "Not yet."

"Oh. Then don't be too angry if you see the headlines today. Those are just for show, and some people exaggerate them. Otherwise, who would read these dying print media?"