The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Finally, finally back home.

An Yi let out a long breath, let go of the suitcase in her hand, fell on the sofa, and closed her eyes tiredly. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. More than 20 minutes had passed... An Yi was speechless. She only felt her eyes open and close. It can be seen how strong the sense of security at home is for her, and no amount of sleep aids can compare to it.

There were still two or three hours before Youyou was done with school, and An Yi turned over on the sofa and prepared to snuggle for a while. She smelled a faint fragrance, and jumped up. She took off all her clothes and threw them into the washing machine, then opened the suitcase and threw the already washed clothes into the washing machine, poured in soap, and started the washing machine. She leaned over to check the clothes wrapped in the foam, hoping to wash away all the smells in the house.

Oh, and myself. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower head...

The next period of time was still very busy. After taking a shower, An Yi dried her hair, hung clothes to dry, and packed her suitcase. Looking at the house that had been uninhabited for several days, she was busy opening windows for ventilation, cleaning the table and sweeping the floor. Sitting back on the sofa, An Yi did not dare to lie down again. She looked around with satisfaction at the results of her work, then picked up the key and went out. She was going to pick up her baby Youyou!

On the other end, Ding Hong ended the call, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands in his pockets, lost in thought.

"Boss Ding, everything is ready to go." Behind him was his other resident driver Chen Bin. An Yi asked to take the subway, and Ding Hong obeyed her, but secretly sent Xiao Yang to follow her.

I don't know if that woman has found out. Xiao Yang should not be at fault for his military service. He could have sent a bodyguard who he didn't know, but Ding Hong didn't want to have another insider cause trouble. Besides, he trusted Xiao Yang's goodwill towards An Yi. Rather than fulfilling his duty, Ding Hong hoped that An Yi would get a proper treatment.

In the next two days, An Yi went to reunite with his family, and he could also "return home" to deal with official business and social events that could not be postponed any longer. He glanced at the itinerary on his phone and it was full. Was Uncle Han trying to divert his attention? Or was he more or less complaining?

Ding Hong smiled bitterly and said, "Let's go." He said and walked into the elevator that had been detained.

"See you next week, Mom! Drink more water and don't get heatstroke!" She gave a soft and leisurely reminder, then waved goodbye and walked towards the white SUV parked on the side of the road.

An Yi stood quietly in the shadow of the big tree. This corner was where she could say goodbye to her daughter, and the people in the car couldn't see her. She could still watch her daughter's car drive far away. The car completely disappeared, but she still didn't move a step, until...

"Good afternoon, Miss An."

It was Xiao Yang. An Yi said nothing.

"I'm here to pick you up. Mr. Ding has been waiting in the car for two hours."

Waiting in the car... An Yi frowned. She didn't always wait until her daughter finished class. For example, when there were matters such as payment or pre-match parent-teacher meetings, her ex-husband needed to go into the institution to handle them. In order to avoid this, An Yi would leave directly after sending Youyou to the destination. This happened the last time before and the last time before that. The last time was because of the "business trip" scam, and she hurried home to pack her luggage.

An Yi snorted in disdain. She thought to herself that she deserved it! She couldn't go back on her word because the man wasn't a good-tempered person. She didn't want to make a fool of herself at her doorstep. It would be bad if her daughter heard about it. There were many neighbors from the same school living in the community, and there were even several classmates.

"Where's the car?" An Yi no longer had the usual polite greetings. She was angry with Xiao Yang, who was an accomplice standing against her.

"Do you... need to go home to get your luggage?" Xiao Yang hesitated.

"Need not."

Just two days. The casual suit she was wearing was made of soft fabric and could be worn as an outerwear or pajamas. She stayed in an air-conditioned room and never left the house. It was best to dislike her for being sloppy. Her purpose was to damage her image. In addition to the necessary items such as a laptop, the backpack on her shoulder also contained a disposable toothbrush and underwear. Nothing else was needed. Most importantly, a suitcase was not conducive to running away. She was dragged down by it a few days ago.

Although Xiao Yang felt that it was inappropriate, seeing that An Yi was determined, he hurried to lead the way.

An Yi didn't allow any explanation and continued to sit in the passenger seat. Ding Hong stared at the woman's thin back, was silent for a moment, waved to Xiao Yang who was watching him through the rearview mirror, and the car slowly moved forward.

During dinner, the two of them lowered their heads to eat, observing the rule of not talking while eating or sleeping very well.

"I'm full." An Yi put down his chopsticks.

"What movie do you want to watch tonight?"

An Yi tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Science fiction, maybe."

"Okay," Ding Hong picked up the remote control on the coffee table and started searching: "Earth explosion? Alien invasion? Special abilities or time travel?" When it came to the last option, Ding Hong's tone was very heavy and slow.

"Ultraman." An Yi deliberately went against the routine.

Ding Hong laughed out loud: "Great! I've heard a lot about you!"

So the two of them spent two hours in a fierce battle between Ultraman and the little monsters.

Back in the bedroom, An Yi lay on the bed without any image. She suddenly jumped up when she thought of something. This bed can upload data, which is really disgusting. It is even more disgusting to think about it after two days of separation.

I turned and lay down on the toffee chair. After a moment, I felt that the softness and hardness seemed different from before. I looked at the cushion and immediately realized that the toffee chair had been modified. Several lights flashing on the side from time to time indicated that it had also become a member of the smart mattress family.

"Oh my god!" An Yi swears rarely. Rich people are so arrogant! The sofa cushions... Never mind. Her waist has been in bad condition since she gave birth to Youyou. She can't sleep on the sofa. Otherwise, she will definitely need to apply plasters the next day. However, her skin is allergic to plasters. It will be burning and painful when she first applies it, and it will definitely be red and swollen in a few minutes.

Her old waist couldn't stand the tossing and turning. A man of insight is a wise man. Didn't she once change her name to "An Junjie"?

An Yi lay back on the bed. Thinking of Ding Hong's "time travel" just now, she felt bitter. Yes, if there was a time machine, which time point would she be most eager to return to?

Before her ex-husband's company's team building? She tried hard to stop him from participating?

When her ex-husband decided to divorce her for the sake of that little life, would she refuse or try to procrastinate, or even reveal the secret?

If the above two points make her feel uneasy, if she could go back to the time when she was looking for a job, she would definitely throw the resume she submitted to Sun Technology into the trash can! There is absolutely no doubt about it!

I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes, how could I have encountered such an evil obstacle!

At this time, Ding Hong is also making an absurd assumption. If he were to travel back in time, which moment would he choose? To stop his feelings for An Yi or to save her marriage?

Bah! I should have ordered Manager Lu to fire her as soon as I saw that ordinary resume! I shouldn't even see her once!

The reason was that Ding Hong discovered that he actually remembered An Yi's clothes and expression when he was looking for the express delivery in the lobby...so not meeting him at all was the best option.

Ding Hong shook his head violently. It was ridiculous! He was actually having crazy thoughts! An Yi, An Yi, wait and see what I can do to get rid of you, this evil person!

Until the next day, the days passed by uneventfully and without any surprises. An Yi was tense, waiting for Ding Hong to make a move, but he waited in vain. Not to mention making a move, the two of them spoke very little, and there was no chance for them to provoke or quarrel.

Her eyes were fixed on Teletubbies, and her mind was already wandering. Yes, the sci-fi movie she chose today was Teletubbies, her daughter's favorite when she was two years old.

While drinking water, he glanced at Ding Hong beside him. He looked very serious, much more focused than himself. An Yi was convinced. This man was very patient in order to achieve his goal, so how could he let him go so easily? Impossible.

After the midnight snack, Ding Hong said, "I'll make breakfast tomorrow. How about borrowing your kitchen? It's the last day. Try my cooking. Lunch is a bit complicated for me, but breakfast is easy."

Here it comes! Here comes the plot! There must be a trick!

An Yi's eyelids twitched, and he pretended to be calm: "No, no, why bother you so much. Besides, Chef Wei's cooking skills are very good, and it suits my taste very well."

On the first day, she heard Butler Li solemnly introduce Chef Wei. He said that after entering the industry, he learned from so-and-so, that he used to be the head chef of so-and-so, that he had won so-and-so awards, and that someone's connections were used to persuade him to take charge here. Their menu was personally formulated by this person, and he was also the chef who prepared the main dishes himself.

This is the chef in charge of the Chinese kitchen. Because the instructions received were to mainly serve Chinese food every day, Butler Li only briefly introduced several chefs of French, Italian, Japanese, etc. However, those were all foreign names, and An Yi didn't remember them.

"Oh? I saw that you ate too little each time, so I thought you didn't like it. No matter how skilled a chef is, he still has to suit the tastes of the diners, so I asked to change the chef every day."

Change every day? An Yi's face swelled with embarrassment after he figured it out. Ding Hong didn't seem to notice and continued, "I'll change until you can whet your appetite. Unfortunately..."

Ding Hong shook his head regretfully: "That's why I want to cook for you myself so that you can try my cooking skills."

"Really, no need. Today's food is already very good. Don't change people. I will definitely eat a lot tomorrow!"

"Are you afraid that I will come into your place? Why don't you go to my kitchen?" Ding Hong easily saw through An Yi's thoughts.

Isn't it dangerous over there? If you close the door, you'll be catching a turtle in a jar! Bah, bah, bah, it's not a turtle. An Yi almost vomited to death because of his choice of words. He had never seen anyone use the word "turtle" to describe himself.

In the first two days after she arrived, she went to Ding Hong's restaurant, but now the situation is different! Tomorrow is the last day, who knows if this bully will use his big move. Absolutely can't take risks!

So Anyi's head continued to shake like a rattle.

"Well, since you are not interested," Ding Hong seemed very regretful: "Let's do it another day. Come to think of it, I made simple Western-style meals, and I guess you don't like them, right?"

Yes! The boss went abroad when he was young, so he must have learned how to cook there. It must be Western food!

An Yi immediately perked up: "Yes, I'm not used to Western food. I'm sorry, boss."

Ding Hong waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation. Although it was only a few steps away, Ding Hong still insisted on sending An Yi to her door.

An Yi, who was almost invaded by her boss under the pretext of having breakfast, was extremely alert and turned around to stop him: "Please stay, good night, boss." Without waiting to finish, she turned around, ran in and slammed the door shut.

Ding Hong showed no surprise or anger on his face, he just stood there quietly. As expected, he heard slight friction and collision sounds from inside the door.

He smiled. Moving the tables and chairs to block the door? How silly! Even if the elevator door, the door for the support staff, and the fire door were all blocked, he could still get in easily. They lived in a large flat that was completely connected, right?

But of course he won't do that, he plays with psychology rather than strength.

Block it, block it all, block it tightly, and then you will think you have escaped this disaster.

There was no need to use this feint, but the woman was too nervous, so he had to make up an excuse for her to deal with it.

Now, this woman can finally get some sleep tonight. Unfortunately, he still has a meeting in the middle of the night. Ding Hong glanced at the time and decided to take a nap for more than two hours. He had to conserve his energy. Whether he could keep her or not depended on this one move.