The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"can we talk?"

You said this again, blocking me in your territory and asking me questions in a pretentious manner over and over again! An Yi wanted to yell: If you have something to say, say it now, if you have to fart, fart now!

"How's your recovery? Even though this carpeted area isn't suitable for sitting for long, shall we move to a more comfortable area?"

More comfortable? A bed? An Yi's vigilance was already high, and now it has reached an extreme level. She would speculate with the greatest malice on every word Ding Hong said. All she could do now was to stay at the door and wait for an opportunity to escape.

No matter what he said, An Yi remained silent. Ding Hong felt miserable, but he brought this upon himself and he deserved it.

Well, it seems that we can only have this conversation sitting on the carpet, and fortunately I am wearing casual clothes today so I can sit cross-legged. I originally planned to wear a formal Western-style dress to match the elaborate setting in the reception room.

As for the reason for changing into casual clothes, it's funny to say it was simply to make Ding Hong less solemn and seem more friendly.

"I arranged all this in the hope that we can have a private space to understand each other. As for the reason," Ding Hongwei paused and decided to make it clear without reservation: "I think you have guessed it: my feelings for you are out of control.

At first I thought it was out of sympathy, but then after I recognized your work ability, I thought it was a concern for a subordinate I relied on. Gradually, I found that my eyes always unconsciously fell on you, and I would miss you when you were not in front of me, and the frequency was getting higher and higher.

This went against the principles I had always adhered to, so I deliberately stayed away from you, ignored you, and even didn't join the company, but it backfired and ended in failure every time.

When you almost fainted due to low blood sugar, burned your hands with coffee, and were bullied by Fan Jiaer... in the company, my heart would hurt so much..." Ding Hong couldn't find a suitable description for a moment, so he had to give up and continue:

"If you are interested in me, it would be very simple, and I wouldn't have to endure this torment. The problem is that I know very well that you only regard me as your superior, and you are very afraid of me. If I put it bluntly, you will reject me and run away without any suspense. Because you and I both know that we are indeed... not suitable, very not suitable."

At the end, Ding Hong was talking to himself. Then his burning eyes fell on An Yi's face, hoping that his heartfelt words could move the other party, and even if they only looked at each other, they would understand that he was not lying. Disappointedly, the other party remained silent.

Taking a deep breath, he regrouped and continued his monologue to the end:

"But the obsession is deep, so the one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. Anyi, can you please help me untie it? I know you get together with your daughter every Friday. Can we try to get along with each other before next Friday?

I promise that I will never have any physical contact with you without your consent. On the contrary, I will abide by etiquette and keep a sufficient distance. Upstairs, a bedroom dedicated to you is prepared, plus a large area of ​​independent activity space.

Of course, we also need to spend time together, such as eating, watching movies, chatting, and exercising with you in the morning, noon, and evening. I hope you can agree with this. Of course, it is not a very tiring exercise. I have contacted several professionals, and they will arrange diet therapy and hydrotherapy according to your physical condition..."

It was the first time that she saw her boss talking so much continuously. Even in company meetings, he was very frugal with words. Although it felt strange, An Yi had no intention of delving into it. She closed her eyes tiredly: Is this a dream? What had happened so far was too bizarre.

Unfortunately, it was not a dream, because Boss Ding’s long speech did not end:

"I have been struggling for a long time for today. Because this is a very bad move! I need to take the risk of deepening your fear of me, but I still decided to do it. Because every time I try to get close to you, you avoid me like a snake. An Yi, give us a chance to get to know each other's true face!"

"What after you understand? I still refuse, can you let me go?" An Yi suddenly spoke. After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her eyes and sat up so that the other person could clearly see the sarcastic smile at the corner of her lips.

Ding Hong was overjoyed to finally get An Yi's response, but he remained silent after hearing the question.

An Yi waited for a while but didn't get a reply, so he said with a smile:

"You won't let it go, right? So what's the point of talking about understanding and opportunities? If you can really do it, when I questioned you in the office last time, you could have explained it clearly, but you didn't. Instead, you used the bidding as an excuse to deceive me twice, and also involved Uncle Han and Xiao Yang.

Mr. Ding, with your personality and the fact that you are so dedicated to the overall situation, how could you allow me to refuse?

Choosing today is even more thoughtful. Not only do you already know that I meet with my daughter every Friday, you also know my schedule on weekends.

It seems that you have enough confidence that I will agree during this period. Even if I don't agree, it's easy to deal with. Send Xiao Yang to intercept me in the neighborhood where I live next Sunday. I'm afraid that my daughter and neighbors will see me, so I will give in again and be caught by you. And so on. What's the final outcome?

1. I agree, but you lose interest after a while, so it’s over. 2. I agree, but you lose interest, so it’s over. 3. I don’t agree, but you don’t have any interest either, so you let me go.

So whether I agree or not only affects the duration and frequency of this game of catch and release. Whether you are interested or not determines whether the game continues or ends. "

I have to say that while An Yi was silent, his mind was really busy, and he deduced the general outline of this chain of events step by step. It was really ridiculous. A person who stood in a high position and wanted to play with others in the palm of his hand, shouldn't he pretend to be compassionate and respect the working people?

In particular, she secretly put the blame on herself for detaining herself, saying, "I avoided you like a snake or scorpion?" I only regret that I avoided you too late and escaped too slowly!

"Maybe you're right. I haven't thought through what you will do after you reject me." Ding Hong was dejected. He knew that he knew it very well, but he just didn't want to face it and admit that he was an out-and-out selfish bastard.

"Let me go. Since you know my weakness, are you still afraid that you can't catch me?"

"No." Although Ding Hong was troubled by An Yi's words, he would not forget the original intention of his action: "An Yi, if I could let you go, I would never do something that even I despise today. I want to let you go more than you do. I have tried many times. Although I am sorry, it really can't be done."

Many times? An Yi frowned. After listening to what the boss said, the earliest time she could recall was when she had low blood sugar in Yunqing Mountain, right? Although she also remembered twisting her ankle at the headquarters, eating steamed food together, and going to the hospital with a fever... Now that she thought about it carefully, it all became suspicious. It couldn't be earlier, right?

There was no time to dwell on this matter, because... An Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, it was time for her to take the initiative.

"boss,"

An Yi seemed to be hesitant to speak, and Ding Hong hurriedly said, "What do you want to ask? You can ask anything." As long as you ask.

"Boss, how many years older were your ex-girlfriends than you?"

'You' became 'you', and the conversation returned to its usual polite and respectful tone, which made Ding Hong alert. After careful consideration, he chose to answer. After all, being willing to communicate was a good thing, and the emotions did not seem as extreme and sharp as before, which was in line with his battle plan.

"One year old." She was his senior from college.

"Have you ever dated a woman with children?"

"No."

"What about the divorced ones?"

"No, but I'm not sure any of them are hiding something."

"Oh, the girlfriends are quite similar in terms of conditions."

It seems that he is not a stamp collector. An Yi nodded: "You have sympathy and pity for me, and think that I need protection, and unconsciously deepened your concern for me. In fact, I have said before: Boss, I am not that pitiful."

Ding Hong sneered: "In the social circle I'm in, profit is the most important thing. Nine out of ten marriages are unhappy, and there are many cases where the couples tear each other apart and the ending is tragic. If sympathy could make me lose control, I would have lost control countless times long ago, and it would not be your turn."

"Excuse me, how is your relationship with your mother?" An Yi was not annoyed by the boss's reply, and continued to unravel the mystery to help the boss find the "root cause". There is no love without reason in the world, there must be a trace to follow. Finding it and resolving it for the boss is the key to escaping the current situation.

"I don't have an Oedipus complex. Think about it, when have you ever shown your maternal love in front of me? If not, how could I do it for this reason?" Ding Hong understood the direction of An Yi's question, and he was really angry and amused.

But An Yi did not give up and continued to dig deeper: "Your girlfriends are either rich or noble, and those with less conditions are also well-known in the entertainment and fashion circles. Maybe you are tired of the rich and noble women in the world and want to find a cauliflower..."

"What's the difference between cauliflower and rich flower? I've dated girlfriends whose family conditions are average or even very poor. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

What are you satisfied with! The clue is broken again! An Yi complained.

There were two ding-ding sounds not far away, and Ding Hong got up and left.

Is there a signal? An Yi quickly picked up her phone to check, but unfortunately, there was no signal. Frustrated, Ding Hong brought a large tray and placed it in front of her, saying softly, "Eat some food, your health is important." Dr. Jin's medicines were already in place, and Ding Hong arranged to take them after meals.

"I'm not hungry. I want to go home."

Ding Hong's eyes darkened, but he perked up again and said with a smile, "It's still early before nine o'clock, we'll decide then."

An Yi was not surprised that she was rejected. What surprised her was the boss's repeated smiles. Unfortunately, she did not feel friendly, and instead wanted to say: Please don't smile, I'm scared.

Seeing that An Yi seemed to be frightened by his friendly smile, although he felt helpless, he also felt that he could make good use of it: "When I started my business, because I was young and had the identity of a rich second-generation, I was always looked down upon and deceived by those subordinates who were older than me. I had to put on a cold and arrogant attitude to make those people think that I was not easy to mess with. Now it has become a stereotype. When I enter the company, especially when facing my subordinates, my face is automatically stiff. Even if I smile, it is a standard business fake smile." Ding Hong patiently placed the tableware for two people: "This is one of the reasons why I must leave the company environment and get along with you in private."

An Yi thought to himself: Good guy, now they have started to infiltrate wherever there is a chance.

I was extremely depressed. How could this, just a job to relieve my depression, develop to this point?