The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

While hesitating comfortably, Ding Hong leaned against the wall of the compartment. Although he did not fall down, it was obvious that he could not hold on any longer.

There was no time to hesitate. An Yi rushed forward and held Ding Hong's arm: "Boss, let me help you sit down. There is a sofa at the back." Suddenly her heart skipped a beat: Was the sofa in the elevator prepared for this moment?

No, she saw it on the first day she came here, she couldn't have set up this trap at that time. An Yi shook her head secretly, no.

Now she is like a frightened bird, and she is full of doubts about everything she sees.

"No need for help, I can walk by myself." As he said this, Ding Hong held onto the wall and walked forward step by step with difficulty. An Yi did not force him, but just watched silently from the side.

Finally sitting down, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Would you like some water?" An Yi guessed that there might be some emergency rescue items in the drawer of the coffee table. When he opened it, he found that his guess was correct. There were flashlights, medical kits, life-saving hammers and several bottles of water.

Ding Hong nodded, sweat dripping down his pale face. An Yi could see clearly that this condition could not be faked.

The water from the bottle was brought to Ding Hong's lips. Ding Hong was strong enough to hold it for himself, but after finally raising his trembling hands he almost dropped the water.

An Yi quickly took the water bottle with one hand, and put the other's hand back to its original position with the other hand. The moment their skin touched, An Yi shuddered: such cold hands, so much sweat.

Ding Hong noticed something was wrong with An Yi, and he pulled his hand back from An Yi's hand. He apologized in a weak voice, "Don't touch me, I even hate myself." His hands and body were covered in sweat and felt sticky.

An Yi wanted to say how could she dislike it, but she held back. Whether this accident was an accident or a man-made one remains to be verified, but it is likely that this person directed and acted it himself. Looking at his state, did he make things worse? He deserved it.

I was trapped for no reason. Was my life really in danger? I looked around anxiously.

"It's safe, nothing will happen." Ding Hong was so weak that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, but he still observed An Yi's movements.

"Why bother? You're making yourself miserable." An Yi complained. He found a straw from the drawer, inserted it, and passed it to Ding Hong again. Ding Hong didn't try to be brave, and drank slowly.

"How can I impress you if I'm not a little more miserable?" Ding Hong was actually laughing.

An Yi raised her eyebrows: "You admit it, is this the ultimate move you prepared?" Seeing Ding Hong nod, she sneered: "Did you also predict that you would be like this?"

Ding Hong nodded and shook his head again: "It's more serious than I expected." Then he smiled bitterly. He did overestimate himself. Fortunately, Uncle Han insisted, so he was well prepared.

"Predicted it and still made arrangements? Are you sick?" An Yi's rebuke came to my ears.

"I'm sick." Ding Hong was still smiling, a weak smile.

"What's wrong? Is it a strange disease? You were the one who arranged for the elevator to stop. There must be someone outside to meet you. The lights were on, and the elevator didn't move up or down. Why did your body react so strongly?"

"Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you when I have more strength."

"No, no need." An Yi became alert again: maybe he was making up a story to win my sympathy.

Ding Hong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You, I have confessed, but you still doubt me."

"That's called admitting, not confessing! Confess? What did you confess?" An Yi rolled his eyes: "Tell me quickly, how are we going to get out? Contact by phone or some code?"

"No need to say." Ding Hong closed his eyes and rested.

"Why?!"

"I'm not miserable enough right now."

"Are you crazy? You're already miserable!"

"Not enough, you haven't pitied me or sympathized with me yet."

"Sympathy? You directed and acted out this drama yourself, and you reaped the consequences. I've been implicated by you, okay?"

"Don't worry, it will be upgraded soon."

"Upgrade?" An Yi looked confused.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Except for a small blue emergency light with its own battery, the rest of the elevator was completely dark.

When the lights went out, An Yi screamed in fear. He immediately thought of what Ding Hong had just said and became furious: "Is this what you call an upgrade? Do you think I will be so scared that I will jump into your arms?"

"No." Under the orchid-colored floor lamp, Ding Hong actually looked a bit pitiful. An Yi couldn't bear to look at him. She was afraid that she would rush up and kick him. Forget it, let him go for now. It's a pity that he is a patient.

Hmm? Poor? An Yi felt something was wrong. Has he been trapped? Bastard!

"If I wanted you to pounce on me, I would have arranged a lights-out segment in the first act."

"Why is there no arrangement?" An Yi said gritting his teeth.

"I'm afraid if I really scare you, you'll suffer from the same mental disorder as me. It's very painful. Look at me, I'm so miserable."

"Then I have to thank you." An Yi suppressed his curiosity and wondered what unspeakable secrets there were between his boss and the elevator.

"I figured you'd find out because you were so defensive."

"Then why are you still acting?" I remember that the man just pressed the emergency call and dialed his cell phone.

"I'll have to put on a complete show. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing to just wait for you to expose me. Besides, what if you don't suspect anything? The effect will only be better."

"Is this called the "Trick of Self-Injury"? "

"Right! I tricked you into coming here last time. It was a conspiracy, and you were so angry that you almost collapsed. So this time I arranged an open conspiracy, and I will collapse myself, so that you can vent your anger."

An Yi's heart skipped a few beats, and fearing that he would be noticed, he snorted to cover it up. Although he couldn't see Ding Hong's face clearly, An Yi knew clearly that the man was smiling.

"When will the lights come on? Will there be further upgrades? When will they come to rescue?"

"The first step is that the elevator stops. If you don't receive any instructions from me within ten minutes, the second step will be to turn off the lights. Then we will keep shaking up and down for another twenty minutes, but only a few times, just for your sake." It seemed that he said too much in one breath. Ding Hong coughed lightly a few times. An Yi handed the water to him again. After a moment, Ding Hong continued to explain: "I'm telling you everything to tell you not to be afraid. It's all a routine. They have rehearsed it twice before. It's very safe. Moreover, the elevator maintenance worker and doctor are waiting outside." At this point, Ding Hong's voice began to intermittent, as if he was out of breath.

An Yi leaned over nervously to check, and was frightened by the man's drowsy appearance. He shook his shoulder and shouted, "Hey! Boss! Don't fall asleep! It's very dangerous to fall asleep. Oh my God! Is he lacking oxygen? Why don't you arrange an oxygen tank!"

Seeing that Ding Hong did not respond, An Yi shook his shoulders, but there was no response. Then he held his head with both hands and shouted even louder: "Ding Hong! Ding Hong! Wake up!"

A cold hand touched her equally cold hand. Ding Hong closed her eyes but smiled slowly: "This is the first time I hear you call my name because you are worried about me and concerned about me. Can you be gentler?"

An Yi was in no mood to pay attention to his flirting at this moment, and shouted anxiously: "Feeling short of breath? Tell me how to open the door!"

"I have my own arrangements. Don't panic. There, yes, open it."

An Yi opened the secret door on the side of the sofa and saw a small oxygen tank. He breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "You lunatic! Do you think you will be safe if you know all your symptoms? Aren't you afraid that you won't have time to use it?" While cursing, he connected the oxygen tank for Ding Hong.

After anxiously waiting for a while, Ding Hong's breathing became smoother and he spoke: "I have a monitoring device on my body. If it is really dangerous, they will know it." He paused several times before saying this.

An Yi became irritated. She turned around on the spot, rushed to the elevator door and shouted, "If he goes crazy, will you go crazy too? If he gets into danger, can you afford it? Open the door quickly, I know you are outside! Uncle Han! Xiao Yang! Don't wait for instructions, believe it or not, I will remove the monitoring device on him!"

Unfortunately, it was quiet outside.

"It's useless. I've given a death order." Ding Hong seemed to be in a good mood, but his voice was still weak.

"You can't do this! Oh my God, I'm really convinced! Ding Hong, you are a ruthless person! As you wish, you are miserable, you are miserable enough, I feel sorry for you! I understand the purpose of your self-torture, you want us to get along well for a while, right? Let me stay and get along with you willingly, and judge whether we can develop further, right? Okay, I agree. So tell me how to get out quickly, okay? While you are still alive!"

An Yi finished speaking in one breath, and her tears flowed down, dripping on Ding Hong's body, hands, and heart. The burns made him sober up a lot, or perhaps the oxygen tank worked.

Ding Hong laughed, and laughed again, and kept laughing. The number of times he laughed this afternoon was more than all the times An Yi had seen him laugh before.

"Stop laughing! Don't laugh!" An Yi cried even harder.

Ding Hong stopped laughing, but he was laughing in his heart. He was very happy. He knew that An Yi's tears were different from before. At this moment, she was angry with herself because she felt sorry for him. She made a decision to continue to get along with him because she felt sorry for him. It was not forced by him, but she took the initiative. So she was even more angry with herself and kept crying. So all these tears were shed for him.

Anyi, I will make up for every tear you shed now, and I will count every single one of them.

The elevator door was finally opened, and many people were waiting outside, just as Ding Hong said: the elevator maintenance worker, the doctor, the nurse, the housekeeper Li, and the people she guessed were Uncle Han and Xiao Yang, as well as a few unfamiliar men.

She immediately knew why those men were there. The boss was put on a stretcher, and the four men carried him into his bedroom. Uncle Han and the medical staff followed closely behind.

Butler Li was only responsible for taking care of Anyi throughout the whole process, while Xiao Yang walked at the end to finish the work.

The division of labor is orderly, and it was indeed arranged in advance.

"Miss An, drink a cup of ginseng tea while it's hot to replenish your energy. President Ding specifically asked you to finish it." Butler Li was holding a teacup.

An Yi struggled to sit up from the sofa and drank a few gulps. She was really thirsty and was frightened and screaming. "Anything else?" An Yi asked. She felt that she should replenish herself.

"You need to wait an hour before drinking. Can I pour you a glass of warm water?"

An Yi nodded: "Thank you for your hard work." After drinking another glass of water, she stood up shakily and walked towards President Ding's bedroom. She was originally hesitant, but when she saw the crowded bedroom, she no longer needed to be cautious about the distinction between men and women.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I saw my boss with an IV in his arm, an oxygen tank in his nose, and a heart monitor ticking beside him, my heart was instantly twisted into a knot.

"Don't worry. We are monitoring him for safety reasons. He is fine. The IV drip contains nutrient solution because he has symptoms of dehydration and irregular heartbeat."

An Yi nodded woodenly, looking at the miserable man on the bed. Today's self-torture was quite painful and thrilling.

Alas, Boss Ding Hongding, why are we doing this?