The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi stood in the corner, with people coming and going around him. It didn't seem like everyone was very busy, but that no one dared to stop, for fear of being caught and becoming the scapegoat of this incident, because everyone knew that the real culprit was lying on the bed at this moment.

"Please sit down. Aren't you tired of standing?" The usually kind voice sounded a little cold, but the words still showed concern for her.

"Boss Han, I'm... so fed up." An Yi turned to look at the elder beside her. Before she finished speaking, tears had already fallen. She slowly squatted down against the wall, wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, buried her face in them, and could no longer lift it up.

Seeing the girl crying silently and her shoulders shaking violently, Han Jingtian glanced at his young master on the bed and sighed: Why did you provoke her for no reason? How could you bear it.

He half squatted down and patted An Yi's head gently: "You must be scared. You did too much."

The person on the bed frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

An Yi buried his head and nodded, sobbing: "It's too much, he is a lunatic!"

Han Jingtian sighed again, took the hot towel and tissue handed to him by Xiao Yang, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Wipe your face. It's easy to get sick if you cry for too long. That's not worth it."

Seeing An Yi obediently take it and put the hot towel directly on his eyes, you can tell how hard the child is crying. He swept towards the bed fiercely again, which was really worrying!

"Good boy, let's sit on the sofa. If you don't feel sorry for yourself, take care of my old bones. Ouch, my knees..."

An Yi then noticed that Mr. Han was half squatting, and quickly helped him up, blushing and saying, "Sorry, Mr. Han, I didn't notice."

"Uncle Han, not Mr. Han." Han Jingtian pretended to be serious, then smiled and said, "Sit over there. The young master hasn't woken up yet, and we won't be worried. Let's wait together. You must be surprised by his behavior in the elevator, so how about I help you solve your doubts?"

An Yi nodded. Although the trouble was caused by the wicked boss himself, it was him who was lying in bed and sleeping. She was really worried. She knew that it was nothing serious, but she had to see him awake to feel at ease.

This man was not only a scoundrel who kept pestering her, but also the only son and sole heir of the CEO of Ding's enterprise. If he didn't do well, she would have no chance of having a good life for the rest of her life.

After all, this nobleman had done all the singing, reciting, acting, playing and singing for her, and I'm afraid that ordinary people's parents and family members would also lose their minds.

Han Jingtian couldn't help but sigh when he saw An Yi's attitude: What a good child, smart and generous. Meeting his young master, who is used to making mistakes, is really bad luck.

When the elevator door opened just now, although he had anticipated the young master's appearance, he was still frightened. The unconscious state at that time made him feel as if time had gone back to that day twenty years ago.

He shouted "Master" and rushed over. Because he had a plan in place, he did not lose his composure even though he was shocked and angry. He immediately directed everyone. He deliberately did not even look at An Yi who was also seriously frightened.

The first time he called him "Young Master" was because of an emergency, and afterwards he continued to call him "Young Master" instead of "Mr. Ding" in front of everyone, in order to tell everyone that he, Han Jingtian, was not an employee, but a loyal servant who protected Ding Hong!

Therefore, he was annoyed with An Yi: Since my young master wants to get along with you, why don't you try to get along with him! Can you spare a piece of meat? The young master's appearance, knowledge, and family background are more than enough for eight of you, but you have to make the young master suffer so much! In order to soften your heart, you don't hesitate to expose the scars that have healed with great difficulty! Hateful! Extremely hateful!

But when he calmed down after making all the arrangements, he realized that his attitude just now was really unfair to An Yi. He had always avoided his young master. It was the young master who had lost his mind and used all means to scare him. What else could he do except say that it was hurting others and not benefiting himself?

Just as I was thinking about it, a small long dining table was placed in front of me, with tea, fruit plates and some desserts on the table. The novel and unique vases and the tablecloth embroidered with exquisite patterns showed that this table must have been prepared long ago.

"I am benefiting from you, Xiao An." Han Jingtian teased, and he was saying this to the person on the bed.

Young Master, have you ever spent even one tenth of your time on this elder whom you call your closest relative? I just want to ask you if you are ashamed or not!

But thinking that Mr. Ding probably had never enjoyed such a hospitality, he smiled and shook his head. He felt more balanced.

After all, during the young master's growing up years, Old Han was involved much more than Old Ding.

"How could it be prepared for me?" An Yi chuckled: "It must be arranged for you. You were so scared today that you didn't have a good meal at noon, right? Eat something first."

I am frightened? Hearing An Yi's accusation that he was helping the tyrant, Han Jingtian could not excuse himself. But who can understand his distress?

Ever since the young master came to him that day, he has been worried until now. Moreover, he has to help keep it a secret from Mr. Ding and his wife. If he is asked to do this again, he will never agree to do it again and must report it to his superiors.

Oh, I still have a part to play, so I'll finish it quickly and go into the mountains to practice meditation for a few days. I'll stay in Old Li's house, since he's not in the temple now.

He gave the rest of the people in the room a look, and they immediately understood and left quietly. Han Jingtian then pursed his lips and officially started the storytelling mode: "Remember when the young master was ten years old,"

He is nine years old. Uncle Han is really old. The person on the bed complained in his heart.

"Oh, nine years old." Uncle Han seemed to have sensed something and corrected the mistake in time. The person on the bed nodded secretly.

"When the young master was young and playful, he secretly crossed the wall and ran to a neighboring villa to play, but he was accidentally trapped in the elevator."

I overheard my parents talking on the phone about sending me to a boarding school abroad. I knew my objection was futile, so I deliberately staged a farce of my disappearance. I was just too unlucky.

"That elevator is also strange. It is regularly maintained. The young master wanted to take it to the top floor to play, but the elevator suddenly got stuck halfway and couldn't open the door."

I saw a very special decoration on the elevator door, and wanted to jump up to see if I could touch it. I didn't expect that I was standing steadily and hit the control panel when I fell. The elevator just broke down like this...

"The owner of the villa lives overseas, but he hired a housekeeper to clean and maintain the villa every day. It just so happened that the cleaner was sick and had to take two days off."

"Two days? Could it be that the boss..." An Yi couldn't help but interrupt.

"In fact, it was a whole day and night. I was missing for a whole day and night without eating a single grain of rice."

An Yi covered her mouth and breathed in. The child was only nine years old. When she thought about her own precious daughter who was already ten years old, mothers were very good at empathizing with her. An Yi was surprised for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the boss on the bed, feeling sympathetic.

Han Jingtian controlled the rhythm of the narrative very well, leaving the audience with ample time to comprehend and digest the story. He didn't need to be eloquent, but he needed to control his emotions to speak more fluently. Because what he said was the truth, not fabricated.

The young master asked him to speak this part, because no matter what the young master said, An Yi would be suspicious and the effect would be greatly reduced.

"Boss Ding and you must be going crazy, right?"

"Of course!" Han Jingtian closed his eyes as if he didn't want to recall the past. Just as An Yi wanted to persuade him to stop, Han Jingtian continued to tell the story: "At the beginning, the people serving the young master didn't take it too seriously, because the young master often went out to play privately, and was either found or came back by himself. The young master is very sensible." Han Jingtian took the opportunity to praise him. An Yi was speechless, and only thoughtfully offered Uncle Han a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

The person on the bed secretly praised: Uncle Han still loves me.

"They searched for more than two hours, but the young master hadn't returned from dinner yet. They gradually panicked, but they didn't dare to report it to us. At that time, they had checked the surveillance cameras of their own residence and found nothing. They went to the property management to investigate the entire community, but they refused to say what they were looking for. The property management felt something was wrong and reported it to me. At this time, four hours had passed.

Mr. Ding is out of town, and his wife is abroad, so luckily they are not too far away. When they heard about it, they immediately boarded a special plane, and I had already called the police and contacted detectives from several security companies to search together. "

Han Jingtian took a few sips of tea, and An Yi quickly continued. The other party was lost in his memories, and after a moment he continued: "The young master has been very smart since he was a child. No one expected that he would find a weak link between him and his neighbors in the back garden. He dug up the loose bricks and soil, and found a gap just big enough for a little guy like him to squeeze through. There were also vines climbing up the wall to block it, so it was really seamless.

Alas, with so many people, a blanket search could not find him, and surveillance cameras within a few kilometers could not find him either. Old Ding used his connections to have the criminal investigation team quickly set up a special task force to check all vehicles that entered and left the community during that time period. The young master seemed to have disappeared without a trace. It was kidnapping, but there was no ransom call.

Later, a senior member of the criminal investigation team said: the darkest place is under the lamp. So the team turned back and started over in Ding's house. They dug deep into the ground, not to mention every corner of the house, but also dug up the drainage pipes and uprooted the flowers and plants in the garden. Thanks to this, they found the crack in the wall leading to the neighbor's house.

In fact, we have asked the nearby residents several times. The residents there are either rich or noble. If they say they didn't see anything, we can only give up. The neighbor next door has an empty house. Fortunately, because of the neighborhood relationship, they still have contact, and they helped to find the worker who is responsible for daily cleaning. But the worker was afraid that he would be discovered if he didn't come secretly, so he swore on the phone that he had just left and no outsiders had come in. "

An Yi listened with a tense and serious expression. Although he knew that his boss had been successfully rescued, the suspenseful process still caught An Yi's nerves.

The person on the bed couldn't help but feel proud: Don't you like detective movies the most? Your boss must have enjoyed listening to this drama!

This person has forgotten the fact that he almost died of thirst and starvation.