The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi strode back to the private room with a sullen look on her face. She was slightly startled and glanced at the waitress standing beside her with an extremely respectful expression in confusion: No way? After serving the dishes, the door was left wide open? The waiter at the Sichuan restaurant opposite my community knew to close the door with his elbow.

She had long forgotten that it was she who ran out in a hurry just now, not someone else who forgot to close the door.

Of course, the waitress had come to close the door, but was stopped by Ding Hong, just to see the woman's return earlier, and to judge what happened earlier by her facial expression! Sitting in the private room, he rarely felt uneasy. Although he was not rash enough to follow her out, he just hoped that the other party was okay.

"Sorry, boss." An Yi was relieved when he saw that the main course was not on the table: at least not too much time was wasted.

It wasn't because she was greedy, but she was really afraid that her boss would be angry. She had already been fooled by the customer and then neglected by her own employees. How could she not be angry?

Seeing An Yi carefully close the door, sit down and apologize, with no other emotions on his face, Ding Hong was still worried and asked, "Is there an emergency at home?"

"Oh no, thank you for your concern, boss." An Yi wanted to answer perfunctorily, but when she saw the other party looking at her with worry in his eyes, waiting for the next words, she felt sorry and added: "My family couldn't find something and called me to ask me." She suddenly realized her negligence and picked up the phone and quickly set it: "I forgot to turn it to silent mode. Sorry to bother you."

"I'm glad you're okay." Ding Hong saw her acting like a humble, busy clerk, but he knew in his heart that she was just pretending to be nice. However, he had seen it so many times that he was no longer surprised and no longer angry.

At this time, two crisp knocks sounded, and the hotel manager led a team, escorting a dining car that looked like a wave shape made of gold-plated metal craftsmanship, with a marble double-layer tabletop and gold and silver thread curtains. Two etiquette ladies stretched out their slender arms, and opened the gauze curtains gracefully and gently like ballet dancers. The manager personally brought out an oval porcelain plate from the upper layer of the dining car, and the others brought out large porcelain bowls with double handles and lids, and several large and small plates and wine pots. The utensils were naturally a set: inlaid with gold edges and outlined with complex patterns in the style of antique palaces.

The scene was so grandiose that An Yi's lips trembled as he tried to suppress a smile. He straightened his body consciously, waiting for the main event to begin. He was sure that there would be another splendid and grand introduction ceremony.

As expected, the manager straightened his tie, cleared his throat and prepared to explain...

"Let's leave now, Boss Ding, do you still need to hear this?"

The voice sounded familiar. Before An Yi could think about it, he could see clearly that the person who spoke was actually that heartless young girl!

Why did she come here anyway? No, she just said "Boss Ding"... An Yi looked at her boss in confusion and found that he had an indifferent and helpless look. How could An Yi not understand?

What bad luck! So bad luck! She turned out to be my boss's friend. I had some unpleasantness with her just now. Will she retaliate against me later? No, after all, I supported her when she was about to fall. I won't repay her with evil, right? It's hard to say. Maybe she feels that she has lost face in front of others. Who knows what kind of thinking these second-generation rich people have?

An Yi was already feeling a little embarrassed when she saw the hotel manager just now. Now this one appeared again. She lost her appetite for a moment and had to pretend nothing had happened and wait for things to develop.

"Who said I don't want to listen?" There was a hint of blame in Ding Hong's voice, because he noticed that An Yi's expression had changed from full of expectation to dejected. Although the woman concealed it very well, he still noticed it keenly.

"Add a chair." The girl tilted her head slightly and told the people behind her. After that, she stood beside Ding Hong and said coquettishly, "You must have eaten this fish eight times, if not ten times. Besides, the food will be cold by the time he finishes introducing it. I want to eat it while it's hot with Brother Ding!"

Together?

The manager and the others carefully observed Ding Hong's expression, guessing the attitude of the host. Seeing that the host did not object, they quickly gave their subordinates a look. In less than a moment, the girl not only sat comfortably beside Ding Hong, but also had a new set of tableware placed in front of her.

An Yi sighed silently, what an injustice.

The dishes were already laid out, and the manager hurriedly consulted with the three VIPs present, leaving only one waiter in the box responsible for adding soup and serving rice before leading everyone out. I don't know if it was because the carpet was thick or if they were good at martial arts, but it was so quiet that it seemed like they were floating away.

An Yi wore a standard workplace smile, lowered his head and turned his attention to the bone china bowl in front of him. The fish soup was milky white and thick, with a gelatinous texture, and a small piece of garlic clove meat was used as a garnish. The manager just introduced that although it was just a fish, it was used in several ways: fish soup, fish meat stewed with Jinhua ham, fish fin wine in a small pot, fish skin, fish meat, fish liver and Matsutake tea made from several auxiliary ingredients... The only thing missing was to grind the fish bones into powder for the customers to supplement calcium. An Yi secretly complained.

I picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful... Oh my! No wonder a fish caused such a commotion. An Yi thought to himself. While drinking, he studied the design of the bottom of the bowl, saying that there was some kind of insulation wire inside to prevent the gelatin in the soup from condensing, but not overheating and scalding the guests, how it was originally invented, how difficult it was to develop, etc.

I remembered that the manager was standing next to me and explaining quietly so as not to disturb the girl's conversation with her boss.

Therefore, she was the only one who needed to be introduced to the method of use. An Yi had already guessed from the attitudes of the crowd that the girl must be the apple of the eye of the hotel owner.

It turns out that the daughter of a chaebol who often appears in Korean dramas with great fanfare actually appeared in front of him like this. An Yi picked up a piece of fish and chewed it slowly, but felt sour in his heart: We were both born as human beings, but there was such a difference...

On the other side of the table, Ding Hong suppressed his anxiety under his calm face. If Jia'er hadn't been there, he wouldn't have kept the waiter there. He understood An Yi's physical condition and knew which dishes on the table he could eat more of and which he could just taste. But now, all the plans were disrupted. Fortunately, An Yi had a poor appetite for dinner, and in order to try to match the atmosphere around him, he was trying to eat slowly and elegantly.

We must quickly get rid of this uninvited Fan Zijia!

Thinking of this, Ding Hong casually said "hmm" to deal with the little girl who kept talking next to him. Seeing that she still had no intention of stopping, he had to interrupt her and said, "I know. I will talk to your brother. Go back and be with your friends."

"Brother Xiao Jiang!" The little girl's tone was clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

An Yi almost sneered. Was he on the set of an idol drama? It turned out that the drama was quite realistic. Usually when the cold male protagonist spoke like this, the second female lead, a rich girl, would be unyielding and angry.

Female No. 2? An Yi was shocked by the position that popped up in her mind. Then who is the female No. 1? Herself? Ahahaha, An Yi suddenly felt like playing a prank. Trying hard to control the laughter that was about to burst out, she quickly picked up the small wine glass and pretended to take a sip, just to cover up the twitching of the corners of her mouth.

"How can you chase people away like that? That's too much! I haven't even eaten the fish yet!"

"Don't give me that. Don't tell me you care about the food on the table."

"It's so rare, it's so rare!" Jiaer pulled Ding Hong's shirt. She didn't dare to pull his arm, so she secretly twisted the fabric in the hope of making some wrinkles to vent her anger.

Ding Hong had no expression on his face at this rogue behavior. He straightened his clothes and urged, "Then eat it while it's hot." After that, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He wanted to say a few words to Jia'er and ask her to leave quickly, but it was a pity that this child was so ignorant and didn't know how to read her expression. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Xiao Jiang!" The girl still called him in a friendly way, but her voice was filled with anger. She had already noticed Ding Hong's carelessness, but he even sighed. It was really too much! She raised her already clear voice: "Do you agree? Since you force me to do an internship, I might as well go to your place to hide away in peace instead of being followed in my own company. Besides, your employees don't know me, so I can be more comfortable, right?"

"No." Ding Hong flatly refused: "We are a small business, we can't afford your harm."

"No way! After all, I am a top student who graduated from the top three in the United States!"

"Oh, let's not talk about what you studied. The major of sub-language and literature research has nothing to do with the business of my companies. As for the university you attended, I can only say that Uncle Fan is very wealthy."

"How dare you say that to me! Including my brother, who among us dares to say that he is worthy of the title?"

“Yes, but I don’t claim to be a top student.”

"I...I was just joking, trying to be funny! Brother, you are really old and conservative!"

"I'm not as smart as you. Originally, your uncle enrolled you in economics, but you secretly changed your major and it took you more than two years to get caught. Now look, you've been caught," Ding Hong said mercilessly.

The room was quiet for a moment. Even the waitress's hands, which were pouring tea, paused with trembling. At this moment, An Yi's heart was also trembling: Don't these two masters know how to be shy when exposing each other's shortcomings? Could it be that what they just said can be made public to the world? No way?

No. Look at that girl, her face is already red, but her boss is calmly drinking tea.

"Which company under him are you from?"

An Yi was still feeling sympathy for the other person, but the other person suddenly changed the subject and started talking to him.

"I...I'm from Sun Technology..."

"Okay, I'll go to Sun Technology!"

Without waiting for An Yi to finish his answer, or for anyone else to react, the girl said something and left... She really left, without even giving her boss a glance... Well, this actually proves that they have a close relationship.

Anyi muttered silently.

Finally left. Ding Hong breathed a sigh of relief, not feeling guilty for his sharp tongue. He knew the child's character too well. He was spoiled by his family and couldn't get away from her that night. As for the last harsh words, Ding Hong didn't take it to heart. The child just cared about his reputation.

Ding Hong was not embarrassed when the seemingly "private" topic was touched upon. This had long been an open secret. Who would really believe that these second-generation rich people could have real talent and be admitted to the world's top universities? They were just deceiving themselves. It was only because Jia'er was still young that she was so concerned about her reputation.