The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

After lunch, the two returned to their respective areas for a nap, and An Yi randomly chose a guest room to rest.

In the afternoon, there is another small hall with a large panoramic bay window, also on the second floor.

Seeing the three people in front of him and the furnishings in the room, An Yi even thought that the physical examination tomorrow morning had been moved up. Especially the one in the lead, who was wearing a doctor's white coat.

It was not until someone explained the tailor-made fitness plan to her and two girls dressed in sports shorts demonstrated the uses of large and small equipment that An Yi finally realized that this was what the boss called "passive exercise."

"Well... that... sorry," An Yi hesitated about how to ask, and the 'white coat' immediately smiled and listened attentively. An Yi mustered up the courage to speak out his guess: "Excuse me, is this rehabilitation training?"

It's no wonder she had such exaggerated ideas, they were just too similar. Weight-reducing lower limb training, triggering muscle exercisers, lifting and suspension beds, and even mechanical legs that assisted walking, the kind that you put on your legs and take you forward like a robot. An Yi shivered all over, she was a little weak, but she was not a patient, and her legs and feet were very flexible!

"Ms. An, please don't misunderstand me. It seems that you know something about rehabilitation equipment. Although what we brought is somewhat similar, there are also significant differences."

What's the difference? An Yi asked silently with his eyes.

Seeing her expression, the three of them couldn't help but smile, so they introduced it in more detail and demonstrated it in person. After a lot of trouble, An Yi finally understood most of it. It was nothing more than improving blood circulation, enhancing heart and lung function and intestinal motility, etc. Although her doubts were still not dispelled, she was too lazy to care about it. Whatever, it was just to kill time and there was no harm.

The man in the white coat saw it clearly and continued to explain: "This is the first step of your fitness plan. It will mobilize and awaken your body's functions. Later on, you will achieve the effect of strengthening your body step by step. You will use the sports equipment that you are more familiar with."

An Yi felt confused after hearing this.

The three of them then invited her to try it out in person, to experience and familiarize herself with the equipment, and to make adjustments to the equipment to prepare for the formal exercise that would begin tomorrow. Fortunately, only two hours of fitness time were scheduled every afternoon, and An Yi was taken back to the restaurant by Butler Li for afternoon tea.

The boss seemed to be dealing with urgent official business, and was on the phone the whole time, comfortable and relaxed. After finishing his own portion in a few minutes, he waved his hand casually as a farewell and hurried back to his room to rest. After a quick shower and changing into pajamas, she fell on the bed to calm down and relax her body.

When she has nothing to do, she always turns on all the audio and video equipment. But An Yi didn't do that at this moment. She needed to think quietly about the situation she was facing. Although she had thought about it countless times and struggled with it countless times since yesterday, she still felt that it was not enough, not enough, and very not enough. In fact, it was not that she didn't have enough time to think, but that her brain and strength were not enough.

All the cooperation she had done so far was just to observe to what extent the boss could put the plan into action, and then she would wait for the opportunity to act.

Facing a shrewd, selfish and hegemonic person, An Yi didn't want to resist blindly and arouse the other party's stronger desire to conquer. She let out a long sigh. She didn't know how many times she sighed but couldn't let go of the melancholy in her heart.

Thinking of the fearless words she said last night, she was actually even more furious: she wanted to smash everything in the house, wanted to swing a chair at the famous panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass, wanted to run into the kitchen to make fireworks to activate the fire extinguishing devices in the whole building...

Finally, she became timid and fearful, crying, making a scene, and even threatening to commit suicide, begging others to be merciful and let her go, hoping that others would be annoyed and dislike her. Unconsciously, she sighed again, sighing at her own childishness and ridiculousness.

After all, how could a divorced middle-aged woman like her be afraid of rumors caused by a man? She might even be envied by onlookers for her charm in her old age.

The only person she was afraid of was her daughter.

An Yi felt bitter. She herself had not been able to digest the trauma brought by the family change, let alone her underage daughter. It was still unclear whether Youyou had really adapted to her ex-husband's new home. If she found out that her mother was having an affair with another man...

In particular, Boss Ding Hongding does not need to do anything himself. He can just send Xiao Yang to appear near his neighborhood or Youyou's school from time to time. Even if he doesn't say anything and just walks around silently for a few rounds, he can definitely make her suffer a nervous breakdown.

"Dad has one family, mom has another, and I am left alone, as if I am redundant..." I remember that every time I heard the theme song of this TV series about divorced families when I was a child, I would be drawn into the plot and feel sad, and even want to cry. Fortunately, she grew up in a happy family, and her parents gave her enough sense of security, but she was unable to pass it on to her daughter. Even though the sin was caused by her ex-husband alone, An Yi still couldn't get rid of the vague uneasiness and unspeakable guilt for agreeing to divorce too hastily.

She couldn't let her daughter experience the pain of being betrayed by her parents again, so she didn't dare to take risks and gamble on Ding Hong's unpredictable and willful character. So when Ding Hong said he had reserved a week to spend time with her and realized that things were more difficult than she had guessed, she immediately decided to stay and take any risks that might arise.

But we must not sit there and do nothing, we must be at the mercy of others, we must cooperate and not stop fighting.

After some thought, An Yi felt so annoyed that he wanted to vomit. He turned over and buried his face in the soft pillow. Tears were quietly absorbed. Even though no one was around, he still didn't want to cry loudly. Last night, he was angry or showed weakness. He cried softly, cried loudly, and cried completely, but he still didn't get what he wanted. Facing someone who completely disregards your feelings and only wants to use you to solve his own problems, you are just a tool.

But she just felt wronged. Her life was already terrible, but that bastard added fuel to the fire and was determined to burn her whole pot of paste to pieces!

"Did you sleep well?" Ding Hong observed An Yi who was sitting opposite him and was in a bad mood.

"I guess so. I was just dazed." It seemed that he fell asleep after crying himself tired, until he was woken up by a phone call from Butler Li.

Ding Hong nodded and scooped some soup for her: "Drink a bowl of soup first to wake up your stomach. I asked Butler Li to wake you up. If you sleep too much, you will suffer from insomnia at night."

Suddenly realizing what was happening, An Yi looked up with a cold expression and said with great force: "If you don't turn off the data monitoring in the bed, I will sleep on the floor."

Silence, the aroma of food wafting in. Ding Hong compromised: "I will no longer check it in the future. The data will be directly controlled by the housekeeper. First, I can arrange your wake-up time and meal time. Second, I will give it to the health doctor to analyze your physical condition." Seeing An Yi's unrelenting expression, he had to promise again: "I will do what I say, okay?"

The rare gentleness of "OK?" was only exchanged for a comfortable silent sneer. He glanced at the table: "I have already taken the appetizer, but I still can't eat. Don't force me."

"Drink some soup first. If you still don't have an appetite, then we'll talk about it later. Take your time."

Aren't you forcing me? An Yi took the spoon and stirred it gently, round and round.

Even the best insulation equipment can't stand this kind of tossing. Ding Hong frowned, not understanding why the atmosphere was so good during lunch, but now it's so awkward. Is he in a bad mood after waking up? Just now, I noticed that An Yi's eyes were a little swollen. I thought it was caused by the nap. Did he cry?

Well, he didn't have an appetite anymore. He asked for it. He looked at the woman opposite him and laughed at himself: Hasn't she been successfully retained by him? She's already sitting opposite him. Don't be too greedy.

"Then let's watch a movie and eat while watching. A private theater or a living room? The theater equipment is very good, the seats are much more comfortable than sofas, and there is a starry sky ceiling..."

Before Ding Hong finished speaking, An Yi shook his head and said, "Let's go to the living room." The theater was dim, but the living room was bright. He put down the spoon briskly, because he didn't have to eat, his mood instantly became brighter.

Ding Hong did not comment, but stood up and pulled out a chair for her, making a gentlemanly "please" gesture.

Hypocrite, disgusting. An Yi is too lazy to even raise his eyelids.

Family dramas are not allowed, and romance dramas are even more unacceptable. Animal and plant dramas are also not allowed, because even shooting the lowest-level species will involve plots about their reproduction and emotional exchanges.

"Astronomy, religion, nature documentaries, what topics do you like?" Ding Hong asked the person at the other end of the sofa while sitting on the wide sofa. The distance between them was enough to squeeze in five more people.

An Yi pressed the remote control again and again, looking through the catalog of movies that had been selected by the boss. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he said, "Is this one okay?"

Detective suspense film. Ding Hong happened to have seen another film in the same series, which was a high-IQ detective film that focused on technical techniques such as murder, solving crimes, and autopsies, and was very realistic... Ding Hong couldn't help but hesitate: "Some of the plots in it are quite bloody, I'm afraid it will make you uncomfortable."

An Yi was full of confidence: "No, boss, are you afraid? Will it affect your appetite?" As he spoke, he looked at the dinner in front of them.

This is the idea. Ding Hong laughed in his heart, who knows who can handle it. Facts have proved that Ding Hong underestimated An Yi's courage. An Yi watched the whole process with gusto. The disadvantage is that she was too involved and stared at the screen tightly, not wanting to miss a single shot. Ding Hong had no chance to communicate with her at all. It was also because the film was too exciting and intense, and there was no moment for the audience to relax. Because of this, I give a bad review!

"Boss, I'll be back soon. You can continue eating." As soon as the movie ended, An Yi stood up immediately.

"Butler Li sent a message saying that the masseur is waiting for you in the SPA room." Ding Hong glanced at the wall clock: "How about supper at ten o'clock?"

An Yi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It's just a small bowl of medicinal porridge. You didn't eat anything for dinner."

"It's just a small bowl. I can finish it in a minute. Do you still want to come over?"

"Then I'll go over there?"

"No." An Yi objected immediately, and after a while he reluctantly replied, "Okay, see you at ten."

Ding Hong saw An Yi off to the door and watched her walk back to the other side. He saw her looking around the corridor for a few times, as if she hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing. Following An Yi's line of sight... Ding Hong seemed to be thinking about something.