The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Thank you for bothering me to pick me up again!" An Yi sincerely thanked Xiao Yang.

Just like that night, she sat in the car driven by Xiao Yang and headed to the airport. Two days ago, Uncle Han informed her that the previous project had been successfully bid for, and the company ordered the original team to attend the grand signing ceremony and celebration held locally, as well as the next stage of work deployment meeting.

"Actually, there is no need for me to participate. I'll just be there for show." An Yi couldn't help but complain.

Xiao Yang smiled reluctantly: "I am just a decoration, just treat it as a vacation."

"That makes sense, but it takes too long." An Yi said helplessly.

Today is Sunday. As usual, she sent her beloved daughter to the training institution in the afternoon and immediately went home to pick up the luggage to meet Xiao Yang. The suitcase she brought this time was two sizes larger than last time, because according to the schedule sent to her, she conservatively estimated that she would not be back until next Thursday.

It's funny to think that the gossip group was more excited than her, and they were even more amazed at her good fortune. She really wanted to give them this opportunity to "use public power for personal gain", because firstly, she was not in the mood to visit the beautiful mountains and rivers, and secondly, it would delay the progress of work.

Ring, ring, ring! Xiao Yang's cell phone rang.

"Boss Han, it's me. Oh? Oh, sure, I know him. I'll be right over."

"What happened?" An Yi saw Xiao Yang looked nervous and asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Han left an important document at home. He has arrived at the local area and asked us to fetch it for him."

Xiao Yang's voice was trembling at the end of his words, and An Yi keenly caught it, thinking it must be a confidential document, and continued, "Okay, is there enough time? Do I need to change my flight?"

"There's enough time."

"What's the address? Do you need directions?"

"No, I know the place. Oh, Mr. Han said he would contact the housekeeper to wait for us." After a slight hesitation, he continued, "The more troublesome thing is that the only parking space in that community is the underground garage. To save time, can you go upstairs to get the documents?"

"Okay. But can I have access to that document?"

"No problem, the suggestion just now was made by President Han."

An Yi nodded. Seeing Xiao Yang's serious face, she thought that although he said he had enough time, time was still a little tight. So she kept quiet and didn't disturb him while he was driving.

Half an hour later they were on a quiet street in the city center.

On one side of the road there are large tracts of trees, flowers and grass, and through the thick shade of green there is the shimmering water of a wide lake.

"Is that Jinman Lake over there?" An Yi asked after careful thought.

"Yes." Xiao Yang was quite surprised. Didn't Miss An say that she was road blind?

"I lived here for more than ten years since I was born, and I moved away because of the demolition." An Yi was very proud that he recognized the old place at a glance. After saying that, he looked at the tall wall on the other side of the road. At the beginning, they said that they would protect the urban environment around Jinman Lake Park, and all the old residents within a few kilometers were moved away. Within half a year, they broke ground and built a large commercial building by the lake. Now, a few years ago, this place was razed to the ground again, and two buildings, one tall and one short, were built...

An Yi suddenly realized that the place inside the wall might be Uncle Han’s house?

As I was thinking, the car had passed a metal abstract fountain, and the entrance to the community was hidden behind it. The car successfully passed the double guards at the gate and drove straight to the door of the tallest building, where a smiling young woman in work uniform was waiting for them.

"I'll drive to the underground garage and Butler Li will take you upstairs. Please notify me when the documents are retrieved." Xiao Yang gave a few brief instructions and drove away quickly after An Yi got out of the car.

An Yi didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly followed the personal butler who called himself Li Fei into the building.

The exterior of the building is made of transparent blue glass blocks, which are built like building blocks. I have seen it from a distance before when I passed by by car or visited Kingman Lake Park. At that time, I thought that the building used several shades of blue glass to create concave and convex layers. Now I can see clearly that the glass color of the whole building is exactly the same, and the color change is caused by the uniquely designed conical bay windows under the changing refraction angle of the sun. After knowing the truth, anyone will be amazed at the designer's genius design.

Not only is the exterior shape full of three-dimensional elements, the lobby is also very bold and innovative, with the same glass material as the exterior wall, multi-colored bricks, and bronze metal edging interlaced on dozens of strip columns, and these towering columns are connected to the strip beams on the ceiling one by one, creating a mottled sense of history and a concept of cross-time and space collision in the crystal clear lobby.

An Yi was confused by the endless introduction of Butler Li. She thought to herself that she was here to pick up documents, not to visit. No matter how beautiful and luxurious the place was, it had nothing to do with her. She could not generously praise the dignitaries who had occupied the place where her ancestors had lived for generations.

"Miss An, please come in." Butler Li skillfully entered a string of numbers, and the heavy and sturdy armored door in front of them was successfully unlocked.

An Yi walked into the open door and was surprised to see that the other party did not follow him in: "Aren't you coming in?"

Butler Li smiled and said, "Yes. The master has asked us to put the documents on the table in the living room. Just keep going forward and pass through a door."

An Yi once again suggested that the two of them go in together, thinking that at least they could serve as witnesses for each other. Who knows if there are any gold, silver or jewelry hidden in Uncle Han's house.

However, Butler Li firmly refused, and An Yi had no choice but to go in alone.

Hearing the door slam behind her, An Yi's heart skipped a beat. This seemed to be her first time entering the leader's house alone. Uncle Han must have trusted her. Then she felt that she was really ridiculous. Nowadays, ordinary people have surveillance cameras installed, not to mention here. Maybe there are several cameras aiming at her right now.

Let's get down to business. An Yi regained his composure, but was stunned at the entrance: How can I get in? Of course I have to change my shoes, but how can I wear someone else's slippers without the owner's consent? Are there disposable shoe covers? I looked around, but didn't see any. It was impossible to search through all the boxes and cabinets. I wanted to ask Butler Li, but I turned the doorknob and it didn't open. Did it lock automatically? I fumbled around the door but to no avail. I couldn't bang on the door.

Well, take off your shoes and go in wearing only socks, time is precious. Putting the shoes straight, An Yi walked in the direction indicated by Butler Li.

Everywhere you look, except for the ivory carpet, the house is decorated in a simple black, white and gray style.

An Yi has been wondering why Uncle Han, at his age, would like this ultra-modern building that was obviously customized for young people. Now she is even more confused: Could it be that there is a young person with a strong pursuit of individuality living in Uncle Han's heart?

Another unusual thing about this room is that it has many doors. Almost every wall has one or two doors leading to nowhere, and they are black, non-reflective plexiglass doors.

Glass... a thought flashed through An Yi's mind, so fast that she couldn't catch it. With a whoosh, the glass door in front of her opened without touching it. An automatic sensor door installed in the house? Could it be that Uncle Han was too lazy to open the door himself? An Yi almost laughed out loud. But when she saw the scene inside the door, An Yi couldn't laugh anymore.

In the huge and spacious reception room, there was a champagne-colored rose arch, a corridor made of flower balls, and champagne-colored rose petals covering the ground. In the distance, a champagne-colored long gauze curtain formed a small stage, on which was placed a square table made of flower bouquets, or more like a display cabinet. There were many candles, balloons, and other decorations of the same color everywhere in the hall.

Wedding! This was An Yi's first reaction. She knew that Uncle Han was a widower. Could he be holding a wedding at home? What did the current scene mean? Was it ready to be held or had it already been held but not yet cleaned up?

But when she saw the two big English letters formed by the large wall of flowers on the small stage, her brain suddenly stopped working.

AY

An Yi——Easy!

coincide! It must be a coincidence!

Even though I was thinking this, the details of today's meeting with Xiao Yang flashed through my mind unconsciously. It was indeed a bit weird. Could it be that Uncle Han was expressing his love to me?

An Yi was shocked by the wild idea. How old is Uncle Han? He must be fifty years old. Every time they meet, they are just businesslike and there is nothing wrong. An Yi knocks her head and thinks that sooner or later she will be scared to death by her own random thoughts! Carefully bypassing the petals on the ground, she moves in a curve to find where the big table mentioned by Butler Li is. Her mission is to pick up the documents.

"Sure enough, I can't be subtle with you. I should just write your name directly."

The voice sounded behind An Yi. An Yi shuddered and her body stiffened instantly as if under a spell. She was so stiff that she couldn't even look back. In fact, there was no need to look back, the answer was obvious.

She could no longer pretend to be ignorant, because the veil that was trying to cover up her true colors was pierced by someone at this moment.

Finally it has come to this, Anyi, you forced me to do this, it was you.

Ding Hong stepped on the petals, and walked towards the woman in his heart step by step, slowly and steadily. Walking on the thick cashmere carpet should be silent, but the slight rustling sound of the countless petals on it being stepped on sounded like a life-threatening buzzing in An Yi's ears.

"Boss, I... I came to get the file, but I couldn't find it. I'm going back now." An Yi's lips were trembling, along with her voice, her whole body, and her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even clench them. Without waiting for the other party to answer, she turned and ran away!

There was a faint sigh not far away. An Yi had no time to distinguish it. The first thing she had to do was to escape! Escape from here!

What Uncle Han's house! She should have run away the moment she saw those glass elements covering the entire house!

An Yi tried her best to move her stiff and heavy legs and feet. Unfortunately, the man caught up with her in just a few steps, and his tall figure blocked her forward movement.

He lowered his head, and lowered his head tightly. An Yi refused to look at the other person, not wanting to expose the shock and anger in his eyes, not wanting to tear his face apart directly, but wanted to see if there was any room for maneuver, after all, he was already in the other person's hands.

"Would you like to see the sand table that was specially made for you? On it is what I want to say to you."

"No." Sand table? It must be a pig-killing table!

"Shall we talk?"

"No, please let me go."

"Listen to me first..."

An Yi ignored him and walked around Ding Hong and rushed out again.

The glass door of the living room opened automatically, but the entrance door was hopeless. She pushed and smashed, twisted the door handle, and pressed the video doorbell and walkie-talkie beside the door. Finally, she held on to a glimmer of hope and shouted to the outside: "Fire! Fire! Open the door!" Didn't the housekeeper say he would wait outside the door? He might not care if he heard the call for help, but he had to come in to check if there was a fire!

A few minutes later, An Yi lowered his fist, which had been hit so hard. Yes, the housekeeper was also an accomplice, and he even told me where the file was... Bah! Xiao Yang! Uncle Han! You accomplices!

She turned around angrily, staring coldly and fiercely at the man who was standing quietly at the entrance without saying a word.