The president is committing suicide

"It hurts." Shen Cong covered his shoulder and cried out in pain.

Ding Jiaying blushed and glanced at him: "You deserve it."

Who told him to be so unsatisfied and always want to cause trouble? He even doesn't behave himself when taking a bath.

Seeing that showing weakness and acting cute was useless, Shen Cong started to apologize again: "Baby, I was wrong. It was because you were too tempting that I went too far."

"Humph. I feel the same pain as you do." Ding Jiaying used to sneer at books that said a person with a cold appearance was actually a ferocious beast that never knew how to be satisfied. Now she realized that she had never seen the world.

The first time was already very exaggerated. Although she felt uncomfortable, she was more surprised at her own recklessness and ignored the seriousness of the matter.

Now I realize how restrained I was that time before.

Ding Jiaying's body is now trembling slightly, as if there is something else in her body.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Shen Cong knew that he was too radical.

"I'm sorry. We haven't done it for a long time, and I didn't expect you to go back to the way you were at the beginning. But you enjoyed it back then..." Realizing that he seemed to have said it too bluntly, Ding Jiaying's expression was a little shocked, and Shen Cong changed the subject and said, "It's my fault. I ignored that your body is different now. How about I don't send you to work today, let's take a day off?"

Although Shen Cong's apology was sincere, Ding Jiaying still smelled clues about her past madness.

"I...I was like that...I was drunk?"

Shen Cong stood up slightly, his nose touching hers, his eyes incredibly deep: "I was drunk that night too."

Both are hunters and both are prey.

But everything that night was awkward for both of them. They were both pretending to be experienced in love and trying hard to suppress their pain and discomfort.

Unlike her, Shen Cong had to suppress the wildness that was about to come out of the cage, worried that his true violent self would scare her.

The stupid woman instinctively wanted to run away after getting drunk, and her posture was very embarrassing. Then she remembered her mission, hurriedly took a photo of the two of them in bed, and ran away.

Shen Cong cooperated and waited for her to quietly close the door and leave the room before opening his eyes.

For many days afterwards, he waited for her threatening phone call or her good intentions. But there was no response for a long time, which made him anxiously wonder if she had regretted it, if she had changed her target, or if she had found true love.

He couldn't wait to agree to the meeting with the Ding family and create an opportunity to appear at the Ding family and see her in front of the elders of both sides.

She appeared. They looked at each other across the hall.

With just this one glance, Shen Cong felt relieved and continued with his plan as usual.

He pretended nothing had happened, holding his glass of wine and savoring the taste of a new chase.

Soon, Ding Jiaying's plan was carried out as scheduled.

Shen Cong cooperated very well and married her in a lightning speed.

"Scientific research shows that sex is impossible when you're drunk." Ding Jiaying was a little stunned.

Shen Cong narrowed his eyes and kissed her: "Then tell me who is pretending to be drunk?"

Ding Jiaying leaned against him guiltily and kissed his lips as if begging for mercy: "Acong."

Shen Cong is a very easy person to be bribed, especially by Ding Jiaying.

He wanted to restrain himself, but the person in front of him was always too tempting and fresh: "You tease me, okay?"

"..." Ding Jiaying felt the hot body pressing against her skin, and her throat hummed uncontrollably.

In autumn, the dead grass on the grassland is piled up, and it only takes a small spark to set the whole field on fire.

It seems that Shen Cong is not only good at painting but also has great skills in hand skills. He should also be a master of lower body kung fu.

Ding Jiaying felt like she was a small boat being tossed up and down by the waves, in danger of falling apart and being swallowed by the abyss at any time.

The storm subsided, but he seemed to become more courageous as the battle went on, and he seemed to have endless pleasure in studying ways to torment people.

Once again, Ding Jiaying didn't know how it ended and lost consciousness in the shaking world.

Of course I didn't go to class, nor did I ask Xiao Mimi for leave.

On the phone, Xiao Mimi was swearing and her voice was quite dirty.

But Ding Jiaying was tired and hungry, her brain couldn't work at all. She listened to her words with her left ear and went out with her right ear.

evildoer!

The Emperor of Han was obsessed with beauty and wanted to conquer the country, so from then on the king no longer attended court early in the morning.

Is it possible that my body is drained and I can’t get up so early?

The shame of being a human being could not outweigh the instinct of being a living being. She pushed away the hands that were tightly around her waist, trying to escape from that hot embrace.

Shen Cong's breath lingered over her shamelessly, coveting the breath that belonged completely to him: "Don't run."

"I'm not running. I'm hungry."

Ding Jiaying was weak and her words, which were originally spoken with gritted teeth, now had a bit of a coquettish tone.

Even a rabbit bites when it is cornered. Shen Cong certainly knew that he shouldn't chase too closely.

"I'll ask Aunt Wang to make you something to eat. What would you like to eat?"

Ding Jiaying not only didn't want to move her body, her mind was also blank. She said lazily, "It's all right..."

She lay softly on him, her skin pink and her posture lazy, so cute that Shen Cong's heart softened: "You sleep for a while and wait, I'll go and take a look at you."

Shen Cong went downstairs without calling Aunt Wang. He just asked Butler Zhang if the room was cleaned up, then went into the kitchen and started making a bowl of shredded pork noodles.

He was born with a good-looking face, but this face brought him a lot of trouble. So he always had a cold face, making people ignore his appearance and only feel his aura and fear.

Only in front of her, when she reached out to touch his face in ecstasy, would he be happy that he had such a body and could please her.

It's funny that a man who can make things happen with a wave of his hand in the business world, who makes people afraid but also want to please, is now standing obediently in front of the stove, patiently waiting for the water in the pot to boil, and carefully cutting the meat into shreds.

Shen Cong cut the meat into shreds very skillfully, but the red marks left by his fingernails on his rolled-up sleeves distracted him and he almost cut his fingers.

He couldn't help but recall everything about yesterday, on his body, on her body, the temperature, the breath, the whispered words, the uncontrollable and chaotic world of senses.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly uncontrollably until the noodles were ready and served and he saw Ding Jiaying sleeping again.

The dusk light was ambiguous enough, casting a light golden glow on her body. Ah Ying was still sleeping on the pillow, her black hair falling on her shoulders, her white arms beside her face.

The lines extend smoothly and disappear into the quilt with a slight curve.

But she was not so obedient when she slept. Her delicate little ankles and a calf as tender as lotus root were exposed in the air, inviting him vaguely.

When the thought arose, he felt that he was almost worthy of the word beast.

It's crazy. You have to control yourself.

He reached out and stroked Ding Jiaying's face, feeling his heart being tickled by the delicate touch of his fingertips.

Finally she opened her eyes, as if looking at a lover.

Shen Cong's throat was choked with sobs. It had been too long. He said gently, "I made it. Please try it."