The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"We had a lot of fun at the manor. His family owns a winery, so there is a large vineyard. Behind the vineyard is a forest. We hunt during the day and drink and play cards at night..." Seeing An Yi's puzzled look, he explained casually, "In their country, hunting is a very popular sport, just like playing badminton. You just need to take a hunting license. The manor has a horse farm and more than ten excellent hunting dogs. The equipment is very complete."

Rare? Normal?

With horses and hunting dogs, there must be hunting rifles and bullets. Can it be compared with badminton? Tsk, it's a sport for the rich. An Yi laughed at himself.

At this time, Ding Hong and An Yi were leaning on their respective beds, chatting with each other through a screen. Ding Hong chose to continue talking about his second elevator accident, which could not only arouse sympathy with his tragic past, but also highlight that he was now physically overwhelmed and needed special company.

"How about it? Are you interested? Or we can go and play for a few days, and I'll get you a visa and a hunting license exam. It's not difficult."

"No need." An Yi refused firmly. Although the boss might just be talking, she couldn't leave any room for him to talk.

Ding Hong was not surprised. He asked the question out of hope. Yes, how could she agree?

With a little disappointment, Ding Hong continued, "The highest point of the manor is a tower, which covers a small area. It contains many old items passed down from generation to generation in the family. They may not be valuable, but they are all of historical significance. The most important thing is that you can take in the entire view of the manor from the top floor. My friend highly recommends it."

Although several years have passed, Ding Hong still sighs when recalling this: "I had a pleasant visit to the private collection. When I was about to go to the top floor, I was told that the stairs were under repair and everyone had to take the elevator to the top. That elevator was too old. I thought it was older than my late grandfather."

Hearing this, An Yi was amused and laughed softly, but felt it was inappropriate, so he quickly covered his mouth and continued listening.

"I definitely wanted to find an excuse to escape, but I had no chance. A group of people pushed me into the elevator. It was easy to get to the top floor. I thought that I was not alone, and even if there was a problem with the elevator, there were a group of people together, so I might as well make the best of it. Facts proved that I was superficial after all.

It was quite pleasant to enjoy the view on the top floor. I should have stopped there, but I didn't expect that everyone was attracted by the attic room full of old hunting rifles and animal skins. Then I watched the manor at dusk. How could I enjoy this scene without wine? So I asked the servants to bring the homemade red wine, and we talked about everything until night fell. Then I thought it would be okay to have dinner here! Anyway, there is a high-power astronomical telescope, stargazing, wine tasting, night talk... Wrong, let me say it again: eating and drinking, getting drunk, bragging, I was afraid of elevators in my heart, so I didn't let myself go that night. I was the most sober among everyone.

After a while, it was midnight, and when everyone had finally had enough fun, the morning star came out. As the saying goes, too much joy brings sorrow. When we were taking the elevator downstairs, it suddenly got stuck. We were locked in."

At the key point, Ding Hong sat up and said, "What I am going to say next is the real point. I was so angry that I vowed to break off all ties with them!"

"Our host, the stupid son of the manor owner, didn't think of contacting the housekeeper for rescue immediately. Instead, he was drunk and excited and kept shouting. The other people were even more stupid than him. They actually jumped and danced to the beat and sang loudly!" Ding Hong said indignantly with a hateful tone.

"Ah! It's too dangerous! What if it triggers resonance and the elevator falls?!" An Yi showed a strong sense of involvement and became anxious.

Very good, I have been following the rhythm. Ding Hong was very satisfied with An Yi's reaction, and even more satisfied with his ability to narrate. He cleared his throat and continued to work hard: "Who said it wasn't! I was already nervous in the elevator, and I was even more scared when the malfunction occurred. Those big fools were screaming and jumping without caring about their lives, and I roared at that time to stun them all!"

"Yeah, yeah." An Yi nodded in agreement. That was how it should be. The boss was domineering. Seeing that the other party had stopped talking, he quickly asked, "And then?"

"Then...then..." The boss hesitated.

"How is it?" An Yi clenched his palms and looked focused.

"After he yelled, I fainted and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was carried to the floor of the outer room. The owner, the housekeeper and a bunch of other people surrounded me, and those idiots were discussing whether to give me artificial respiration? And who should give me artificial respiration? I woke up just in time! I had nightmares every night for a long time afterwards. I think in addition to being forced by the shadow of my childhood, it was probably more because of the fear of this scene."

Ding Hong sighed repeatedly and scratched his head randomly.

An Yi, if it wasn't for capturing your heart, how could I possibly tell you the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened in my life!

Listening to the suppressed laughter coming from the other side of the screen and the rustling sound of fabrics due to the shaking of the body, he felt that it was worth it! Tonight, no, everything he had planned and arranged in the past few days was worth it.

"I'm sorry." An Yi's face flushed from trying to hold back her laughter. She apologized shyly, and was only thankful that the boss couldn't see her facial expression at the moment. But, he could definitely guess it. There was nothing she could do about it. It was just too funny. It wasn't that she lacked sympathy, but that the boss was too funny.

"Laugh, don't hold it back." Ding Hong advised, "It's funny in the first place, and it really provided those guys with a lifetime of laughter." Then he sighed, "Nine years old, nineteen years old, and this year I'm twenty-nine. Thinking about it this way, my love-hate relationship with elevators seems to repeat itself every ten years."

An Yi frowned and thought about it, it was indeed a coincidence. Then he thought again, it was far-fetched: "Today's event was arranged by you yourself!"

"Although it was a human arrangement, it was because of you and not anyone else. It was only at this moment that I realized that this operation had actually caused the ten-year disaster. So, should I thank you? After all, controllable accidents are always more reliable than accidents." Ding Hong was half-joking.

"I can't bear it, you should thank yourself." I don't want to get involved in your cause and effect. An Yi pouted disdainfully.

Seeing the atmosphere cool down, Ding Hong made up for it in time: "Even Uncle Han doesn't know about the accident at the manor, please be sure to keep it a secret for me."

If he knew, he would never agree to cooperate with my performance today. After all, the psychological trauma caused by the second injury may be more than doubled, not to mention artificially creating a third one? It's just like dancing crazily on the edge of death.

An Yi didn't understand what was going on, so she nodded. Thinking that the other party couldn't see her movements, she said, "Don't worry."

After the thrilling story, their brains finally relaxed and they both felt a little tired. An Yi yawned slightly and his eyelids began to twitch.

"Are you sleepy?" Even though there was a screen between them, Ding Hong was still able to sense it and advised, "Then go to sleep." Looking at the time, it was a little after two in the morning, which just matched the woman's usual biological clock.

An Yi rubbed her eyes, looked towards the guest bedroom, then looked at the screen a foot away from her. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Of course she didn't want to sleep here. She knew that the boss was just weak, not paralyzed in bed. What if he came to her while she was sleeping? But the boss's appearance in the nightmare before was too scary and pitiful. An Yi finally felt sympathy for him.

"An Yi, come here." Ding Hong suddenly shouted at this time, which scared her. Then she heard the person on the other side say again: "I will handcuff myself and give you the key."

Cuffed? Could it be... She stood up in doubt and walked around the screen, and saw the boss took out a pair of handcuffs from somewhere. They were the same as those she had seen on TV legal programs, big, heavy, silver handcuffs!

Ding Hong used a small key to open the handcuffs not very skillfully. Of course he was not very skillful. Apart from police officers, which good person could be so skillful with this thing?

He handcuffed one of his hands and the other to the leather armrest on the side of the bed. Wait, armrest? Where did the armrest come from? Was it installed now? An Yi opened his eyes wide in surprise, with a face full of question marks.

"There is a row of guardrails on each side of the bed frame. If they are fully raised, they can prevent the person on the bed from rolling off. Or they can be raised and lowered in sections according to needs to serve as armrests for people who have difficulty getting up, and the height can be adjusted at will. The beds in the guest bedroom are designed in the same way. It's just that we don't use them on a daily basis, so they are lowered and hidden in the bed." Ding Hong looked at An Yi's always long eyes, which were now round and round, and found them quite interesting and cute, so he smiled and explained his doubts to him.

What a treasure bed! An Yi was amazed at how many functions were waiting for her to discover. Amazing, really amazing! She gave a thumbs up.

Ding Hong couldn't stop laughing. He stretched out his hand and a key appeared in his palm: "Take it. There is only one key. If you lose it, even if you saw off the chain, I will still have to wear a 'big silver bracelet' to work."

Key. An Yi blinked. Should I take it or not? This was a question. If she took it, her sense of security would increase several times, and she could sleep more peacefully. But if she took it, wouldn't the boss have to sleep in the same position until dawn...

"Two positions." Ding Hong raised two fingers: "Supine and side armrests, enough."

When An Yi understood what the boss meant, he said "you...you...you" several times but couldn't say the following words: How do you know what I'm thinking? It's amazing!

Seeing that the boss still opened his palm to her, she no longer hesitated, took a few steps forward, turned quickly back behind the screen and went to bed.

Ding Hong closed his palms and clenched them. The palms of his hands were accidentally scratched by An Yi's fingertips when he was taking the keys. The sound was numb, like a kitten's claws or a fine cotton ear, scratching his heart.

He remembered this feeling for a very long time, so much so that for the rest of his life, he loved the touch of her taking things from his palm, and loved the warmth of her palm against his. No matter how many times, it still made him feel the throbbing sensation. It was magical, very magical, and it was his comfort.