The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying smiled slightly: "On this great day of celebration, I will not bother with the villains."

The other party finally couldn't help but send a voice message: "You are so magnanimous, are you already angry?"

Although I can't tell the tone of voice when I transcribe it, I can still imagine her dead look. She was worried that I would have to do something mean again.

Ding Jiaying felt a little helpless. She stole a glance at Shen Cong, her fingers moving quickly: "Are you deliberately trying to give me something to do so that I can laugh at others for saying that the grapes are sour because they can't eat them, so as to distract me a little and avoid ruining your date today?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I'll go with a handsome guy, especially a handsome man who can provide emotional value. If you need anything today, I can arrange it anytime."

The corners of Ding Jiaying's mouth curled up slightly. It felt so good to be cared for by friends.

She raised her cell phone and secretly took a picture of Shen Cong's back busy in the kitchen and sent it to the other side.

As expected, Xiao Mimi immediately exploded: "I wanted to be with Mingyue, but Mingyue teased me! Can I still have fun?"

"Just to reassure you, everything is fine here. He came back early this morning before dawn." Ding Jiaying told the truth, feeling her heart full, like a balloon ready to take off at any time.

"Ahhhh!"

"What's going on again?" Looking at the short audio clip, Ding Jiaying clicked it for a second and quickly covered her phone. She raised her eyes and saw that Shen Cong didn't seem to react, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Naturally, I didn’t dare to click on the next message and just converted it into text.

"Hurry up and delete our chat history. If President Shen finds out that I'm trying to steal his girlfriend on his birthday, I don't know what will happen in the future."

Shura Field? Not necessarily. No matter how terrifying he is in the legend, Ding Jiaying has never seen him use any thunderous means on anyone. He is a little cold, but his heart is still warm.

Ding Jiaying disagreed: "I know. It's nothing."

"I suggest you don't use your own situation to apply his attitude to others."

Xiao Mimi seemed a little anxious.

Ding Jiaying just found it a little funny. This guy Xiao Mimi sometimes stood on Shen Cong's side and sometimes belittled him as worthless. Sometimes he seemed scared to death, and sometimes he seemed to dare to pluck hair from a tiger's mouth. He was both brave and cowardly.

"Okay, okay, I got it, dear. I'll take care of anything that happens to you."

"What can Lord Shen do to you? The only one who will suffer is me, a single person."

Xiao Mimi sent many more voice messages later, but Ding Jiaying did not open them one by one.

Because Lord Shen Cong was calling her to eat.

Food is the most important thing for people, especially handsome men and delicious food.

Ding Jiaying's feet are so light when they step on the ground, that she can hardly contain any worries.

Xiao Mimi frowned and threw her phone on the table. Ding Jiaying, who was always ungrateful for a beautiful woman, had never changed.

"Mr. Xiao, it's almost time for the meeting at Xiamahu. Are you still going? Lang Xian and Jiushan have already packed up." Xiaoqian knocked on the door gently.

No matter when, going out to work with someone who looks good always helps to relieve some of the boredom and stress of work. What's more, today's work schedule is only half a day, and there are hot spring benefits in the evening, which is really exciting.

Since Ding Jiaying is already in the sugar jar, let's just enjoy life as we wish.

"Well, today I'll trouble you to drive my car and I'll sit in the passenger seat while they sit in the back seat."

Xiao Qian took the key and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to sit with them."

Xiao Mimi held up a file and said, "You want to die? You must be joking with me."

"No, no, I'll go drive first."

"Well, we'll be right down."

Luo Yan was extremely busy, flying back and forth between the two sides. When he walked into the office this morning, he looked much more haggard.

There were whispers in the secretary's office.

"Assistant Luo has been so busy lately. Although he looks a lot more haggard, he is still as handsome as ever."

"Ah, I don't know what the higher-ups mean these days. Who would want to be transferred to that place?"

"Wouldn't you be the person in charge if you went there?"

"What do you know, you new guy? Those who are qualified enough have to go there, but there are other places to go. Those who want to go there and make achievements are not qualified enough. Even if they go, they can't control the situation."

"Assistant Luo is here to report, but the president is not here today."

"Hey, I wanted to ask you just now. Our president is a well-known workaholic. I heard that working 360 days a year is considered passive. Today, all work has been suspended."

The old employee was very secretive: "He has only been here for a short time. There is only one person who can make our president stop everything he is doing."

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the president's wife. Our president doesn't have those beautiful women, he's very clean."

"Unexpected."

"Hehe, in a sister-brother relationship, the younger brother is more likely to be overwhelmed." The old man knew a lot, but he didn't dare to let anyone know.

The young man's gossip gene was activated: "Any inside information?"

The person next to him understood and nodded deeply: "It's more exciting than the TV series."

"That……"

Before they could investigate further, a cold snort interrupted their noisy voices: "Be careful with your words and actions. Didn't I tell you not to criticize your superiors in the office?"

There was an instant of complete silence, leaving only the rustling of flipping through documents.

When Ding Jiaying was facing Shen Cong, she seemed to gradually enjoy the happiness brought by tranquility.

The aroma of food, the clean and beautiful porcelain, the man’s bony fingers, his warm eyes and the sound of chewing while eating.

She liked this scent, this moment of silence, and all kinds of tiny noises. In short, she seemed to like Shen Cong, herself, and all the peace and stability around the two of them.

Sometimes it was hard for her to imagine that this kind of life was earned by her extremely sexy actions to attract Shen Cong.

Because he really doesn't seem like someone who can be attracted by those false appearances and visual impacts and cannot extricate himself.

Just like I like Shen Cong not because he is handsome or because he is powerful, but because of the contrast between him and his appearance in public.

Even if he were to dance the passionate samba in front of her, it would only make her love him more.

It's just because he loves me, not just because he has a good-looking, strong body with eight-pack abs.

Then why am I so obsessed with learning the dance that I danced at that time?

"What are we going to do this afternoon?"

Ding Jiaying was very relaxed today, which made him feel relaxed.

I didn't want to think about anything else. Just like we agreed before, I would leave everything to her to arrange.

He really likes the word "we".

He liked the feeling that she cared about everything about him, just like the feeling of being considered as the person in his dream in the morning light today.