The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Wait a minute!" Seeing An Yi walking away, Ding Hong couldn't pretend anymore and had to call her regardless.

Surprisingly, this woman was indifferent to her miserable childhood! An Yi, where is your kindness? Where is your compassion?

The good news is that An Yi finally stopped, did not turn around, but stood quietly there.

I have to say something! Ding Hong was anxious, and suddenly an idea came to him: "I know you are used to sleeping with the lights on at night, so you don't have to turn off the lights. I can wear an eye mask. If you can't sleep, wake me up, and we can chat, watch a movie, or go out for a walk."

"Got it, thank you. Could you please have someone bring the screen back? I'll go wash up."

Ding Hong stared at An Yi as she left. He consoled himself silently: At least she responded to his words, and even said thank you and her needs. Compared to before, she had improved a lot. Yes, that's right!

When An Yi returned to the side hall, he found that the screen had indeed been successfully put back in place. There was no trick of half-covering or trying to hide something, and the positions of the beds in the two rooms were clearly blocked, which maximized the sense of security.

"I'll work for a while. Please let me know if I disturb you. Good night, and have a good sleep."

An Yi thought this "hearing voices but not seeing people" way of communicating was quite interesting. He couldn't help but smile, and quickly replied with a serious expression, "Good night." Then he lay down and closed his eyes, finally making it through the day.

Asleep? Are you very tired? Ding Hong listened attentively, but there was silence over there.

Well, the current situation is already very ideal, don't be greedy. It is wise to work hard in the evening. Tomorrow's time is so precious that it must not be disturbed by trivial matters.

As early as yesterday, he had sent a letter to Amy asking her to categorize, grade and stratify all the pending matters of the past few days. He had just explained the working hours to Uncle Han, and while the other party was in a good mood, he suggested that if there was no important matter tomorrow, he should not be disturbed, and everything should wait until the day after tomorrow when he returned to Sun Technology.

Yes, Sun Technologies, his only office location for some time to come.

"I can do it. I can... Humph, you are just trash, all of you are trash... Look at me... Look at me taking care of you..."

An Yi slept soundly and heard some unreal sounds in a state of half-awakeness.

Is the TV playing a TV series? Or is it some short video on my phone? An Yi fell asleep again, and she suddenly opened her eyes after an unknown period of time. No, this is in the side hall of the boss's room, not at home! I didn't watch TV or use my phone before going to bed! Then this sound... is coming from the bedroom, is the boss watching TV?

"I'm almost there... Oh no, I'm thirsty... I'm so thirsty, where's the water... water..."

After listening for a while, An Yi recognized that the voice was definitely the boss's! Thirst, wanting water, did he want water? Why didn't he get it himself? Can't get out of bed? Is his condition getting worse?

The more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong, and finally I couldn't help but rush over to check it out.

At this time, Ding Hong closed his eyes tightly, muttered to himself, and his forehead and temples were covered with sweat. His hands tightly grasped the sheets, and his head seemed to unconsciously turn left and right on the pillow.

An Yi was extremely anxious and called out quickly: "Boss! Boss! Can you hear me? Ding Hong! Mr. Ding!" Seeing that the other party ignored her, she reached out and pulled Ding Hong's arm and shoulder, and called out a few more times to wake him up.

"Looks like we have to call the police. No, no, it's an ambulance! Oh, and there's a nurse on duty outside! Oh, I'm so stupid!"

An Yi ran out while talking, and opened the door, startling Xiao Yang and the nurse who were sitting on either side of the living room. An Yi only shouted that the boss was in a bad condition, and there was no time to explain in detail, so he quickly called them over.

As soon as they entered the room, the three of them couldn't help but exclaim. Ding Hong had sat up without knowing when, his face was pale, his whole body was exhausted, his eyes were empty like a ghost, and he was looking straight at them.

Xiao Yang was the one who reacted the fastest. He stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Ding, how do you feel? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" As he spoke, he waved to the nurse to come and check quickly.

"An Yi," Ding Hong said in a weak voice, "I'm fine, don't be afraid." Piaomiao's eyes had regained focus and fell on An Yi's face, which was now filled with anxiety.

At this time, the nurse interrupted and said, "Mr. Ding, let me do a simple examination for you and measure your heart rate and blood pressure..."

Ding Hong raised his hand to make a stop gesture, sighed softly and said: "I just had a nightmare, you all go out." His eyes were still fixed on An Yi: "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Let's get a check-up. You don't look okay now." An Yi frowned.

"It's always like this. Just slow down a bit. I know it very well."

An Yi and the other three exchanged glances. Well, the boss is the most powerful here, so what if they don't listen to him?

"We'll wait outside." Xiao Yang said softly.

An Yi nodded.

At this time, the nurse was skillfully adjusting the bed board to the most suitable angle for drinking water, and observing Ding Hong's condition again. Xiao Yang took a glass of water and handed it to An Yi, and then the two of them left the room together.

Well-trained and pleasing to the eye. An Yi sighed, and heard a light cough behind him, so he quickly turned around with the water to see the boss.

"Are you scared?" Ding Hong took the cup of water but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he was worried about An Yi's mood.

An Yi's heart was filled with ripples, but she didn't understand why her boss felt this way about her. Even if he wasn't acting, it was extremely unreasonable.

"Come and sit down. Your body cannot bear the strain." Ding Hong patted the mattress beside him and said, "Can you stay with me for a while?"

An Yi did not leave, nor did she sit in the position Ding Hong pointed to. She pulled a chair over.

The room became quiet.

"you"

"you"

The two of them spoke and then closed their mouths at the same time. The room fell silent again.

"What do you want to say? You speak first." Ding Hong broke the deadlock.

An Yi was not polite. She had many questions that needed to be confirmed: "Has every nightmare been like this before? Do you have any medication? Or how should I follow up with treatment? Do we really not need to call a doctor?"

"Yes, it was even stronger when I was a kid. After all, I am an adult now. I used to take medications, but later I realized that they were just soothing and useless. Long-term illness makes one a doctor, and no one knows my condition better than me. If I develop heart problems or something like that, I will seek medical attention in time. Don't worry, I value my life very much."

An Yi asked one question, Ding Hong answered one, and his smile grew. She had a lot of questions to ask, and the more she asked, the more she cared about him. Ding Hong had made the right bet again.

The first wave of self-torture in the elevator was Ding Hong's. He knew that step would inevitably trigger his chronic illness, and nightmares for several nights or even weeks were inevitable. He played the victim and brought her downstairs just to witness his second wave of misery.

I don't believe you can hold on! Ding Hong was full of confidence. However, he tried his best to stay rational and never expected to conquer all her cities. The victory achieved by steady and solid efforts was the most solid.

"Since you said so, I will no longer advise you to see a doctor. It is always right to rest more." An Yi felt a little relieved.

"Are you sleepy? Did I wake you up just now?" Ding Hong suddenly asked her.

An Yi shook his head: "I don't usually have the habit of going to bed early. I was so groggy just now that I didn't fall asleep at all."

"Then...how about we chat and kill time? I don't want to sleep, and I don't dare to sleep. I will continue to have nightmares."

Ding Hong was not only acting like a spoiled child, but also had a sickly demeanor, which was inconsistent with his 1.80-meter-tall figure that was the result of years of fitness training. However, An Yi only saw the fragility and helplessness of her boss, and the words "I don't want to sleep, I dare not sleep" hit her sore spot. She raised her hands to cover her chest, feeling a little breathless.

"I'm sorry." There was everything Ding Hong didn't understand. It must be his words that irritated her. The words of apology came out of his mouth, but he didn't know how to continue.

An Yi pulled himself together and said with a smile, "What are you sorry for? Although I do owe you many apologies." He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Okay, let's chat. But don't talk about memories of the elevator. It would be bad if it causes you more pain."

Ding Hong shook his head: "On the contrary, I think it is because I have never found someone to talk to that these experiences have become a knot in my heart that cannot be untied, and then evolved into a nightmare for many years." He looked deeply at An Yi: "What do you think?"

Hastily avoiding the other person's gaze, An Yi knew what he was hinting at, and confessed...his heart knot...

"Xiao Yang!"

Xiao Yang? Why is the boss called Xiao Yang? Feeling unwell? An Yi looked up in confusion.

As the door opened, Xiao Yang responded and waited for instructions.

"Contact housekeeper Li to move the screen over here, and ask her to find another screen to replace it."

Moving things back and forth takes too much time. Steward Li should have realized this problem as early as the first time he moved things. Ding Hong was very dissatisfied. He glanced at An Yi, who was staring at Xiao Yang as he pushed the door open. He softened his voice and said, "Your waist will hurt if you sit on the chair for too long. Wait a minute, they are moving very quickly."

Indeed, soon, Xiao Yang and several service staff knocked on the door. They did not return empty-handed, but brought a new screen. Not to mention An Yi, even Ding Hong was surprised.

Butler Li came after them and explained: it turned out that they had discovered that screens were needed in both places, and they found the best solution in the fastest time. Coincidentally, Xiao Yang met the people who were in charge of moving the screens just after he got the order and returned to the living room.

An Yi stared at Butler Li with stars in her eyes. No wonder he could become the butler of a top-class apartment. What does perfection mean? He can handle everything that the client can think of or not. I thought I had been a senior executive secretary for many years and I had some skills. But when I compared myself with Butler Li, I could see the difference. It was ridiculous that she was still complacent and was like a frog in a well.

"Her work content and focus are different from yours, so there's no need to compare them." The boss's voice flowed into his ears.

She nodded gently to show that she understood. An Yi's cheeks flushed slightly, and her small but plump earlobes also turned a charming peach pink.

Butler Li and Xiao Yang had already left. It must be because she was too absent-minded that the boss saw through her thoughts. An Yi thought as she walked back to her old seat - the chaise longue behind the screen.

Ding Hong's eyes were fixed on the delicate and soft peach-pink earlobe, and his Adam's apple still rolled up and down a few times until he could no longer see it. He concentrated his mind and energy to expel the old and take in the new, letting the burning flame cool down again and again... How come I never realized that I had such a strong interest in such a small thing as an earlobe before.

One day, An Yi, I will taste them carefully.