The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Are you hungry? There are still some wonders here. I'll take you to visit them next time."

"Okay, thank you, boss!" An Yi said excitedly, smiling flatteringly. She just muttered in her heart: Next time? She didn't want to get stuck in that courtyard again. Besides, the boss just said it casually. No matter how you look at it, this tyrant has no interest in being a tour guide.

Ding Hong's lips trembled slightly. He felt a headache growing. How could he be interested in such a mercenary and flattering woman? He was too lazy to think about it. He strode back to the way he came, leaving An Yi with a tall and handsome back.

Hehe, you have a nice figure! An Yi followed the boss briskly, indulging herself in admiring the tall and elegant figure of this man. Tsk tsk tsk, although he was wearing casual clothes today, not like the suits he wore in the company, he had his own chic charm, those broad shoulders, those arched... cough cough cough, that's too much, I should take a few more glances at those two long legs with strong and vigorous steps.

Avoiding Ding Hong's oppressive and stern face, in the quiet space where only the two of them were, An Yi finally had some leisure to appreciate the "graceful" figure of his immediate boss.

I returned to the small pavilion without any obstacles. I saw a blue-gray cloth spread on the stone table on one side of the pavilion, with the boss's cufflinks and ring neatly placed on it. Next to it was a set of simple tea sets. A wisp of hot steam rose from the spout of the teapot, which must be the source of hot tea brewing.

Ding Hong walked forward and casually put his belongings back in their original places. He raised his hand and opened two teacups. Seeing this, An Yi hurriedly followed him and said, "Boss, let me pour the tea." After that, he stretched out his hands and wanted to pick up the teapot.

"It's hot, don't move."

The well-proportioned fingers gently pressed on the back of her hand, and with a little force pushed it aside. An Yi, who was always sensitive to the touch of outsiders, took back her hands and watched the boss stop her and pick up the teapot to pour water himself. She felt uneasy in her heart, and said hesitantly: "How can I trouble you to pour tea? I'm so sorry!"

Ding Hong shook his head nonchalantly, and handed over a delicate and small teacup, motioning her to taste it. An Yi hurriedly took it and carefully observed the water in the cup. The color seemed a little dark. What about the fragrance? It was okay, anyway, it was just a bitter taste. She neither understood nor enjoyed drinks like tea and coffee. She wondered why the boss only poured her one-third of the water, since the container was small... Could this tea be some rare treasure? So she could only taste a little bit? Well, it's very likely! Thinking of this, she, who was already a little thirsty, no longer hesitated, picked it up and drank it all!

"Take a sip! It's bitter!"

Seeing An Yi's action, Ding Hong hurriedly shouted and reached out to grab the teacup. Unfortunately, the other party's face had already twisted instantly. She covered her mouth with both hands and swallowed the ghost thing that was as strong as Coptis chinensis. Otherwise, it would be sprayed out, especially on the face of this damn man. Not only would it be embarrassing, but she could also be "promoted" to unemployment directly. But she hated it in her heart! Especially when she heard the boss's belated reminder, she hated it even more! So you already knew what kind of tea this was, but you didn't tell her earlier or later, but waited until she swallowed it before telling her. Do you want to choke yourself to death? She still covered her mouth and nose because she couldn't stop coughing at all, and her tears were bursting out of her eyes because of this tossing...

She must look messy and ugly now, right? Compared to the tears on her face, An Yi had more tears in her heart. She had already started to think about it as a prank: Could it be that her boss and the Taoist priests who had been secretly monitoring her were playing a prank on her as a punishment?

At this moment, Ding Hong had come over and held An Yi's arms, leading her to sit on the stone bench beside him. Seeing the uncomfortable and embarrassed state of the woman in front of him, he was annoyed, regretful, distressed, amused... all kinds of emotions intertwined, making him feel at a loss for a moment. This was definitely not the state he should be in. After forcing himself to calm down quickly, Ding Hong patted An Yi's back gently, squatted down to check her complexion, and made sure she didn't get more serious physical discomfort because of choking on water. This sight made Ding Hong feel even more distressed. The little face was red from coughing, and she closed her eyes in discomfort, and tears were flowing uncontrollably...

After searching around, he found that he didn't have any tissues on him. Did the woman have any? Don't women usually carry them with them? But she couldn't get her hands free to take them, and he couldn't search her body to find them. He had already caused someone to choke on water, and if he was charged with hooliganism, then this grudge would be irreconcilable! Ding Hong was in a dilemma for a moment. Suddenly, he reached out and took off the cufflinks he had just put on, and pulled up a corner of his sleeve to wipe An Yi's tears.

Speaking of which, wearing long sleeves is a habit I developed after years of mountaineering. It not only protects me from the sun and the unpredictable temperature in the mountains, but also prevents mosquito bites and weed scratches.

Considering that he had to maintain a perfect image as a boss in front of all the employees, the height of Yunqing Mountain was not high enough for Ding Hong to count as a mountaineering "sport", so he chose a long, thin suit that was half business and half casual. In addition, the material of his suit was breathable and non-sticky, which was very suitable for summer. Unexpectedly, he really wore it right, and the long sleeves could actually be used as a handkerchief!

Ding Hong just found it funny, and his hands did not stop moving for a moment, gently and carefully wiping away An Yi's tears, which had completely ruined her image.

"Thank...thank you, I'll...wipe it myself." An Yi, who was still coughing and still couldn't catch her breath, noticed that her boss was wiping her tears. Of course, she had to do such an embarrassing thing herself! As she said this, he took the sleeve from her hand and realized something was wrong: This is not a tissue! It's actually... the boss's sleeve? Her face was instantly black with embarrassment, but the amazing thing was: her coughing actually stopped!

Seeing this woman staring at him blankly with eyes wide open, mist in her eyes and long eyelashes wet and tender, Ding Hong's heart seemed to be tugged tightly. After his breathing rate missed a few times, he finally calmed down. He pulled his long sleeves back from An Yi's hand: "What? Do you dislike it? Or do you have a tissue?"

When An Yi heard the question, he quickly shook his head, anxiously denying the word "dislike", and then blinked his eyes and tried to use his brain, which had been coughing to the point of dizziness: Do you have tissues? I have some, where are they? Ah! I remember!

So she immediately loosened her mouth and nose, and reached into her trouser pocket to take out the tissue. At this moment, she felt her nose tighten and loosen, and when she looked up, she saw that it was the boss who used his sleeve to wipe away the snot bubbles that came out with her tears!

Oh my god! I don’t want to live anymore! This is so embarrassing! The boss is crazy too! He must be crazy!

An Yi opened his mouth slightly, dominated by deep shock and fear, and couldn't utter a single sound!

The tissue in her hand had been taken to the man opposite her without her noticing. He was taking out a piece of paper from it and continued to wipe her tears that had basically evaporated. He wrapped the tissue around her nose again, gently pinched it, shook it left and right, took it off, folded the tissue in half, and repeated the action again. At the same time, he said with a mocking look and a teasing tone: "Hey! Come back to your senses. Do you want me to keep wiping your nose?"

These actions seemed to be in slow motion, jumping into An Yi's eyes frame by frame! Although she heard the words clearly, she seemed to not understand them...

Suddenly, like a bubble bursting, all the scenes and sounds were restored in an instant! An Yi grabbed the snot tissue in the boss's hand, pinched it tightly and rubbed his slightly red nose a few times: "Thank you, boss! I can do it myself, I can do it myself."

I expected it! Ding Hong stood up, turned his back and walked out of the pavilion. Seeing the wet water stains on his cuffs, he had to roll up both sleeves to his elbows with a little disgust. His little woman was shy enough, and he had to give her time and space to adjust. Ding Hong didn't know whether this incident was good or bad for him.

After a few minutes, the rustling sound of tissues behind him gradually stopped. He turned around and walked back to another stone bench and sat down. He picked up the teapot, poured the empty teacup in front of An Yi, poured out the cold tea in the teacup in front of him, poured another cup, and sipped the tea. He did not look at An Yi, but tasted it slowly and began to explain: "This tea is Kuding, and it tastes very bitter, so it is usually drunk in this small cup. I just guessed that this should be the tea prepared. First, this is the tea tasting container, and second, I am familiar with the health habits of the Taoist priests in the temple." He motioned An Yi to pick up the cup of tea in front of her and let her take a small sip.

An Yi frowned and was unwilling. She hated bitterness, and the stimulation just now made her feel strongly repulsive. Ding Hong was helpless but still waited patiently, and took a sip himself, giving him encouragement with his eyes. An Yi had no choice. She couldn't refuse the boss's face no matter what, not to mention that he had just wiped it for her... Alas, what's a sip of bitter tea! She reluctantly took a sip and swallowed it cruelly.

"Although this tea tastes bitter, it has a sweet and cool aftertaste. It can stimulate the production of body fluids and quench thirst. It is an excellent drink for clearing away heat and relieving summer heat. How is it? Does your mouth feel sweet again?" Ding Hong observed every expression of his little woman intently.

An Yi carefully savored the taste in her mouth and finally nodded, but she still pouted her little mouth unconsciously, revealing her grievance unconsciously.

"I was careless just now. I didn't expect you to drink it in one gulp without trying it. You must be very thirsty. I should have reminded you earlier."

"It has nothing to do with you. I was just impatient." An Yi waved her hand to deny it. It was rare for the boss to explain it to her in such detail. And it was indeed reasonable after thinking about it. In the final analysis, the problem was still with her. She stole a glance at the boss's long sleeves that had been rolled up without revealing any trace. An Yi blushed but still mustered up the courage to speak: "I am too embarrassed to soil your clothes. Can I buy you an identical one?"

"Oh? I thought you were going to say clean it for me?"

"I know you are a very particular person. You would never wear clothes like this again even if they are washed."

Ding Hong lowered his head and drank tea again, hiding the smile on his lips, then put down the teacup and said meaningfully: "I like this dress very much and will continue to wear it."

It turned out that the clothes that were soiled were the boss's favorite clothes. An Yi felt even more guilty: "Please give them to me when you get home. I will wash them thoroughly."

"No, someone else will take care of that." You, you, how could I let you wash it? Didn't you notice that I don't even want you to pour a glass of water? Ding Hong suddenly felt that the bitterness in his heart seemed to be no less than this cup of bitter soup.

An Yi nodded. Yes, it would be a sin to ruin these high-end clothes of the boss. He had to apologize again to alleviate his guilt.

After resting for a while, Ding Hong saw that An Yi had indeed recovered, both physically and emotionally, so he stood up and took the lead to walk out of the pavilion.