The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

The boss made his usual concise speech, and all the staff took a group photo. Qin Lang was called to accept a media interview, and the others went home. The girls had a great time chatting along the way, and after returning home, they drove out with their families to have a delicious Hangzhou cuisine that was suitable for the light taste of summer.

Late at night, An Yi was left alone awake again. In a corner of the balcony illuminated by the dim moonlight, she stood by the window, watching the occasional night walkers and cars passing by slowly on the road in the community. Her baby daughter was sleeping soundly on the big bed behind her.

He sighed softly, and finally thought things through. He raised his left hand to check it in the moonlight. Although there was no mark, An Yi seemed to still feel the heat in his palm. After re-examining the situation at that time, he was still confused. He looked up the calendar on his phone to calculate the number of days until the scheduled date, bit his lip and made a ruthless decision:

Find an opportunity to submit your resignation to your boss as soon as possible after starting work, and the handover can be completed within two days at the earliest.

Whatever the reason, the boss's actions were not legal and reasonable. There is no doubt that she failed to expose the matter on the spot. It does not mean that she should pretend that nothing happened. Even if she could not tell the nature of the matter, she had already set the date of resignation, and it did not matter if it was one or two months in advance. She went to work just to kill time. No matter how good Sun Technology was or how high the salary was, she would not stay for a comfortable life.

Her consistent way of making a living: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so how can he take it lightly?

There was another person looking at the calendar at this time.

The supreme VIP room on the second floor of a nightclub: the floor is completely transparent, and the scene of men and women dancing wildly on the first floor dance floor is unobstructed. This design is nothing more than to give VIPs a sense of voyeurism. Of course, people in the dance floor cannot enjoy it, and they can only see the black ceiling. There is also a small dance floor in the room. A couple of adulterers are singing in front of a large screen covering the wall. It's a pity that the man is out of tune, and his friends keep teasing him and barging in to join in the fun. The two female companions have been clinging to Ding Hong on the sofa. When they saw him pick up his phone and his face was solemn, they guessed that there was a sudden official business to deal with, so they quickly stopped playing and interacted with others first.

Ding Hong was thinking as he lowered his head and fiddled with the numbers on the screen: That woman must be suffering from insomnia right now? What happened today only exacerbated her wild thoughts, so it would be strange if she could sleep.

He laughed bitterly at himself: But, can she figure it out? Will she give me the reaction I want? He shook his head: No, that woman will only run away. Thinking back to the afternoon in the cinema, he waited until the last moment but still got the other party's incomprehension of his feelings. So he had to use his quick wit and find an excuse to cover up the offense he had planned.

He picked up a date from the calendar and narrowed his eyes slightly: My good secretary, I will find a way to make you stick to your original promise no matter what, right?

The first net caught no fish, the second net caught no fish, the third net caught a small tail, a tail, a tail... Thinking that he had already planned the first net for today, Ding Hong silently calculated what to do next so that he could accurately and ruthlessly catch the timid and cunning "mermaid".

But everything has its cycle, and everything is subject to change. Ding Hong never expected that the second net would come so quickly, so fast that it was out of control.

"Mom, come on, I still need to buy some popcorn!" Youyou shouted excitedly at the entrance.

An Yi came over and hurriedly put on his shoes by holding on to the wall. Behind him were two elderly people who looked reluctant to leave.

"Aren't you coming back for lunch?" asked An Yi's mother.

"Yeah, my mom and I are going to get some pizza after the movie!"

"What's so delicious about that pie with broken filling? The meat pie made by grandpa is the best." The dissatisfied voice came from An Yi's father.

Youyou was busy shaking grandpa's arm coquettishly: "That's right! Let's go and reminisce about the good old days today, and when we come back on the weekend, grandpa will make delicious meat pies for me!"

"You just know how to talk nonsense!" The two old people couldn't stop laughing. An Yi and her daughter took the opportunity to wave goodbye, picked up their luggage and hurried away.

They talked and laughed along the way, bought a large drink and popcorn, and had a great time. They were still not satisfied with the movie, and both of them began to look forward to the sequel.

"Mom, it's a pity that we have holidays now. I must show off your company's robot to my classmates after school starts!" Youyou put a big bite of pizza into her mouth, talking in a gurgling voice.

An Yi said with a look of disgust: "Swallow the food before you talk." Then he raised his eyebrows and said: "I will find you a few product introductions from the company, so that you can be more convincing when you brag."

Youyou nodded vigorously with a smile on her face, but didn't dare to speak again with food in her mouth, otherwise she would be criticized again.

After sending his daughter to an institution where she was learning the flute, he gave her several instructions such as being careful and completing her homework well. Although he was reluctant, he still put away Youyou's suitcase and schoolbag and turned to leave.

The summer vacation is long, and the days of picking up and dropping off are already in chaos. With only half a month left before the start of school, Anyi and the other side have come to a consensus on time allocation. After all, only by adjusting the work and rest time can we ensure a correct learning attitude. I will be in the fifth grade when school starts, and preparations for the transition from primary school to junior high school are already on the agenda.

August afternoons are the hottest. There has not been much rain this year, and I often see news about droughts in many parts of the country on the Internet. An Yi walked on the street with shade from time to time, neither holding an umbrella nor wearing a sun hat. The heat of the air made her feel safe and secure. In the hot summer of previous years, she would never go out without a car. At that time, she would groan and complain to her family if she was a little cold or hot. Although she was recognized as a good wife and mother outside, An Yi often acted like a spoiled child in private.

I lightly hit my chest. An Yi, I can no longer miss the warm and complete home I used to have, the small days I spent all my efforts to build! An Yi, you can never go back!

She has been trying hard to numb herself and play the role of a good daughter and a good mother. But recently, An Yi is afraid!

Because of a frightening discovery: when she was alone, without anyone to refer to, An Yi sometimes couldn't tell whether she was awake or asleep. I heard that if you pinch yourself and feel pain, you are awake? I pinched myself hard... I didn't feel anything, it turned out that I was in a dream. Just as I relaxed my brows, the pain slowly came... Am I awake?

After experiencing this several times, An Yi had to admit: there was something wrong with her body, or perhaps both her mind and body.

I remember the old Taoist priest in Yunqing Mountain once reminded me: If people do not suppress their sad emotions and allow themselves to experience sadness and heartache, they will naturally turn to other emotions slowly.

Let yourself be sad without worry... An Yi murmured in her heart. No! She can't do it! She doesn't dare to do it!

If that happens, the person who will appear in front of Youyou and her parents will be a cowardly and incompetent parasite who will cry and scream when she leaves a man!

But she isn't!

After the divorce, she is still the dignified and caring mother, the sensible daughter who continues to bring happiness to her parents, and has successfully proved that her work ability is no less than that of the past. How could she wantonly show her sadness? !

She sneered disdainfully. But she was afraid that her body would be frozen by the numbness she had deliberately created, and she found that the self-torture of looking for some physical suffering that could have been avoided seemed to be quite effective.

Just like now, I am enjoying the high temperature under the scorching sun. After walking all the way, I have been sweating all over my body, which makes me feel comfortable and relaxed for my cold constitution.

Suddenly I stopped, what do I need this comfort for? An Yi was silent, and walked quickly into the air-conditioned subway station.

The phone beeped, and a system message was received in the mailbox, indicating that An Yi had arrived at the company. Ding Hong thought for a moment and walked into the cloakroom. Earlier, he asked Amy to find an engineer who maintained the human resources system to develop a new function: to set a specific person at a specific time to enter the company through a door card to send an email reminder. And he was the only one who had the authority.

It is not difficult to get this function. The engineer secretly complained that the company had commercial espionage. Otherwise, why would they need such a defense function? If he knew that his boss was only chasing girls, he would definitely wail that his proud technology had been degraded to this level.

When Ding Hong entered Sun Technology and saw An Yi, he felt regretful. He knew that this woman might not be fooled by his impromptu excuse and resign, but he still had a fluke and even rushed here with a glimmer of hope.

The emotional success and accumulated charm in recent years have inflated Ding Hong's confidence in conquering women.

He believes that An Yi is not noble, innocent or even dull, but rather a lack of belief in the conditions of both parties.

If he knew that after yesterday, people had classified him, Mr. Ding, as a legal expert, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"Hello, boss." An Yi stood up and lowered his eyes.

It was clear at a glance. Ding Hong was extremely disappointed. He walked straight past, pushed the door into the CEO's office, and slammed the door. Behind the door were his eyes full of anger. He turned around and punched the glass wall, which was exactly where An Yi was.

Boom! With a muffled sound, An Yi, who had just sat down, was startled and stood up in a panic, and the documents in her hand fell to the ground. Without bothering to pick them up, she looked anxiously towards the president's office. Did the boss fall? Hit the wall? She quickly stepped over the documents under her feet and ran to knock on the door.

The door opened and the expressionless boss stood there.

"Are you okay? I heard a loud noise..." An Yi said as she looked up and down at the man in front of her. Today, the boss was wearing a retro, distressed, contrasting placket shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, beige casual trousers, and soft leather shoes of the same color as the trousers.

Uh~ He was dressed very tightly, not much flesh was exposed. In An Yi's memory, the boss always wore long-sleeved shirts, even during the Yunqingshan team building. In front of his employees, Ding Hong never wore short sleeves, let alone shorts. No matter how hot it was, he would just roll up a part of his sleeves like today.

So An Yi couldn't tell whether his boss was injured or not, he could only say - there was no blood.

But the noise just now was really loud, and I still looked up and asked, "Boss, did you hit anything?"

Ding Hong smiled, and his pleasant smile shocked An Yi: Did the boss hit his head? And he became stupid?