The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Entering the room, the heavy curtains blocked the bright afternoon sunlight, and a few floor lamps in the corners of the wall emitted a soft dim light. Ding Hong squinted his eyes to adapt to the light, then quickly locked onto An Yi's position and walked over lightly.

An Yi was lying on the SPA massage bed, breathing evenly, her complexion... Ding Hong slowly bent down to take a look. She looked normal, neither pale nor with the abnormal flushing that usually occurs when having a fever.

Still worried, he reached out his hand and carefully touched An Yi's forehead. Hmm, the temperature was normal. Then he gently touched her cheek, and finally touched the palm of his hand exposed outside the thin blanket. He finally confirmed that An Yi was in good physical condition. Ji Er found a chair, relaxed his body and sat quietly beside her.

He let out a sigh of relief. It had been several days since he dared to relax for a moment.

He laughed at himself, what on earth was he doing? No wonder An Yi was suspicious and unbelievable about him. Even he himself kept reflecting: Should he stop and let him go? Why did you do this?

Okay, okay! Ding Hong forced himself to stop another round of reflection. He was really fed up with the repetitive internal consumption. He had already come this far and couldn't give up anyway. He had to fight to the end!

Recalling this morning, he was awakened by the slight vibration of the mattress under him. He immediately thought of what this vibration meant, and his body almost jumped up, blurting out: "Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

There was silence on the other side of the screen. Was it just my imagination? Was the mattress not vibrating?

Rubbing his eyes, Ding Hong opened an APP on his phone to check. There was no error. The other party was awake. He checked the time and looked out the window. It was dawn. So he asked again: "It's still early. Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The other party finally lost his temper and asked angrily: "How did you know I woke up? And this mattress again? How did it notify you?"

"Our heart rate is different when we are asleep and awake, and it is further refined based on age, gender and body weight. This mattress system stores a whole set of data evaluation values, plus changes in body posture, the judgment is more accurate.

Our two mattresses have been linked. According to my request, when the system determines that you have woken up and it has been three minutes, it will make my mattress vibrate to wake me up. "

Ding Hong finished explaining in one breath, only to be mocked by the other side of the screen: "Thank you for telling me the truth."

"In this building, I have many plans for you, but they are all overt. I will tell you clearly so you don't have to bother thinking about it. I have a purpose for you, and it is a very firm purpose, so firm that I have no way out."

After a moment of silence, there was finally a response from the other side of the screen, but the response was: "I need to go home to get clothes for work."

Go home? With a cordon in his mind, Ding Hong wanted to take a few steps closer to ask what was going on. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his arm. He looked down and remembered that he was still handcuffed by the "big silver bracelet". He changed his mind and said aggrievedly, "Can you help me remove the handcuffs first? Can I be released after serving my sentence?"

"You have to promise me first!" There was a hint of laughter in the voice from the other side of the screen. Ding Hong breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the atmosphere eased a little.

After some bargaining, Ding Hong reluctantly agreed to An Yi's condition of going home after lunch, but he also got her guarantee that she would definitely come back.

"Go ahead!" A small silver key passed over the top of the screen and Ding Hong caught it accurately. When he opened the handcuffs, the person on the other side of the screen had left to wash up.

Then came the boring morning for the two of them. Today was the deadline for each region to submit sales inventory reports. An Yi was busy urging and checking the last few areas that had not yet submitted their reports so that he could start updating the system data tomorrow.

Knowing that he could not shake An Yi's determination to indulge in work, Ding Hong had to give up several plans designed for the two of them to get along, and sat beside him and reluctantly reviewed the endless reports. In his heart, he was madly complaining: Obviously I am a workaholic, and you are a workaholic, okay!

Thinking of this, Ding Hong couldn't help but raise his lips, looked at her sleeping face, and shook his head. He stood up and left, but returned in a moment, holding the laptop in his hand, thinking: You, be responsible for sleeping well. I am the most suitable person to be a workaholic.

"Easy, easy."

A deep baritone voice called softly in my ear, awakening me from the endless darkness. I slept so comfortably that I was too lazy to open my eyes. I just changed my sleeping position and tried to stay in bed.

"It's 8:40 now, and there are still 20 minutes until 9 o'clock. Don't you want to talk to your daughter on the phone?" The male voice sounded again, speaking slowly and clearly.

Nine o'clock...daughter...

The word "daughter" was the most effective ringtone, and An Yi suddenly opened her eyes. A strange room, strange furniture, this is... Her brain worked quickly, mobilizing her memory.

Heavy rain, roaring, sneezing, bathing, massage. In just a moment, An Yi understood where she was, and the male voice that seemed real and unreal just now, which she had no time to investigate... An Yi turned around and sat up, and as expected, she met a pair of eyes that were looking at her with concern.

Before she could react, the phone was handed to her and she took it blankly.

"There are still more than ten minutes until nine o'clock. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time." Ding Hong said as he observed carefully. She was so close to him that she was as cold as ice. She looked at him again and then looked away. Now she was silently checking the time on her phone.

Did you sleep badly? Not really. For several hours, I was by your side, and you slept soundly and deeply without even turning over.

Not feeling well? No, that's not right. Before waking her up, I checked her forehead again. Her temperature was fine, her breathing was gentle, and she didn't have a stuffy nose.

Ding Hong couldn't help but frown and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that the other party still lowered his head, silently watching the time changing on the mobile phone.

"Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?" Ding Hong kept asking. This time, he finally saw An Yi's expression change. That was... impatient, right? Ding Hong quickly shut up. At the same time, he was puzzled. What was wrong with her? Did she hate him or was she troubled by something?

Waking up in a bad mood.

This thought flashed through Ding Hong's mind. Could it be that she was in a bad mood after waking up? She looked sleepy and impatient. There was an 80% chance that she was like that.

With this guess, Ding Hong held back his laughter and handed a cup of warm water that had been prepared on the small table beside him to An Yi's mouth.

The cup of water was so close that An Yi couldn't help but see it. After a moment, she took it and took a few sips. The honey mint water moistened her throat without being too sweet. The slight coolness was just enough to refresh her. She looked up at him and said, "I'm fine."

I wanted to say thank you, but why should I thank him? This culprit!

Ding Hong also thought that An Yi would say "thank you", but it turned out that he was just thinking too much.

Has he successfully overcome the "morning grumpiness" barrier? Ding Hong thought. It was the first time he saw An Yi just waking up. This was a valuable experience that he had to remember. Glancing at the time, Xiao Yi asked, "Where do you want to make a call? Here or lying on your side?"

An Yi pointed to the SPA room and subconsciously tightened the thin blanket in front of her. Ding Hong understood that she was wearing thin clothes at the moment and didn't want to be exposed in front of him by moving.

"Okay, no problem. Come out after you finish your call and make an appointment with the kitchen for dinner to start at 9:30. I'll leave first then." After saying that, Ding Hong got up and left neatly.

After making sure the door was closed, An Yi quickly got up from the bed, stretched his limbs, rushed into the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, then came back to find the blouse that he had placed on the sofa before the massage, put it on, sat down again, and responded to his beloved daughter's call with full energy.

Ding Hong, who came to the living room, was not idle either. He called housekeeper Li and carefully asked about the medical qualifications and patient evaluation of the Chinese medicine practitioner in the afternoon, considering whether to make a long-term appointment. He felt that the treatment in the afternoon was very effective, more effective than the previous Thai massages, medicinal baths, etc.

"Doctor Yang comes from a family of doctors, and her family has always run a clinic." Butler Li introduced: "Due to the decline of the bloodline, this generation only Dr. Yang is the successor, and she is single. She is nearly 40 years old and still insists on not getting married or having children. So her father has been determined to write a book to pass on to future generations in recent years, so Dr. Yang can practice medicine while accumulating practical experience and assisting in writing the book."

I thought the doctors in the community were of limited quality, but I didn't expect Dr. Yang to be so famous. Ding Hong was puzzled: "How can you convince Dr. Yang to come here to see patients?"

"It's a long story," Butler Li paused for a moment, and seeing that CEO Ding was quite interested and waiting for her explanation, she continued, "CEO Ye's mother had a stubborn old illness. Although Dr. Yang's exquisite medical skills could not completely cure it, they greatly alleviated the pain and suffering. So the whole family was very grateful, and they have become like family members after living together for many years.

At the end of last year, the area where Yang Family Clinic was located was demolished, and Mr. Ye specially reserved a space in the ground floor of our community. The shop is large, and it can be used as a place for both medical practice and residence, so he settled down there. Mr. Ye specially invited Dr. Yang to be the resident doctor in our community. On the one hand, in order to increase the income of Yang Family Clinic, he can also show his medical skills in front of noble people like you and win a greater reputation, which will be an additional help in promoting new books in the future; on the other hand, with Yang Family Clinic, we can better serve the health of the owners, which is a win-win situation. "

"It was demolished at the end of last year, so Dr. Yang hasn't been here long?"

"Yes, the Yang Family Clinic was renovated and moved. It took some time to get everything ready. I think he will officially take office this spring."

Ding Hong was more satisfied now that he had understood the situation clearly enough. He asked Butler Li to express his need for long-term employment to Dr. Yang and to arrange a time for another home consultation. At that time, both parties would communicate their needs in detail and develop a treatment plan for An Yi.

Butler Li said that he would do his best to complete the task, reported that dinner was ready, and hurried to contact Dr. Yang.

Ding Hong checked the time and came to the gym. The SPA room and bathroom were the supporting facilities of the gym. He randomly picked a set of equipment and started to do some exercises, waiting for An Yi to come out.

Work tomorrow. Ding Hong narrowed his eyes slightly. After the meal, he would discuss the schedule for the next few days with An Yi. There would definitely be another verbal battle. He rubbed his eyebrows, thinking about my fate.