The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi walked out of the SPA room and saw the boss sitting on the push-pull training machine in the outer room. Because Ding Hong didn't want to sweat before taking a shower, he just fiddled with the equipment in his home clothes. Now he is still a weak patient entangled in nightmares.

"Is everything okay?" Ding Hong walked over.

An Yi nodded, looking gloomy.

Ding Hong was puzzled. Just now, he saw that An Yi seemed to have recovered a lot. He should be more energetic after talking to his family. So he guessed and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything is fine. Everything is fine."

except me.

An Yi smiled bitterly, thinking of the man who was watching her at all times, and quickly restored her cold face: "Boss, I'm not hungry, you..." Before she finished her words, she was ruthlessly interrupted: "No, you must eat, no matter how little you eat."

Here we go again, the argument about eating. You are not annoying, but I am! An Yi said nothing more, rudely pushed away the arm blocking him, rushed out of the door, and ran back to lie on his side.

It was obviously good news. An Yi held a large pillow in his arms, his eyes were fragmented, and his thoughts drifted back to the previous call.

Because of the excellent results they achieved last time, the Youyou School Orchestra was invited to perform with a famous school in another city. The children were extremely excited. Isn't this a legitimate tour group?

"How many days?" An Yi pretended to be excited and asked what he was most concerned about.

"Five days! We'll leave next Friday and be back on Tuesday night. Even though it takes up the weekend, it's worth it! After a few more days of classes, it'll be the National Day holiday. Haha, that's great!" Youyou was very excited: "Mom, do you know? The number of places is very limited. Only students who participated in the last competition can go."

"Wow! My dear!" An Yi echoed, "Why five days? That city is not far away, and you have to perform on Saturday and Sunday? Why do you have to take up all the time?" It would be good to come back on Saturday night, and we can still get together. An Yi suppressed her disappointment. Fortunately, it was a phone call, and Youyou could not see her expression.

Youyou shook her head subconsciously: "I don't know. We kept asking, but the teacher was very tight-lipped. She only said that a parent notice would be sent tomorrow with the specific itinerary, as well as a consent form, insurance policy, and a list of items to bring. There are quite a few things. I have already agreed with Jingjing that we will sleep in the same room, and she wants to bring a suitcase of snacks. I asked her if she didn't bring any clothes except the school uniform she was wearing? Mom, guess what this weirdo said? She said she stuffed all those into my suitcase! It made me laugh to death!"

After talking a lot, Youyou suddenly found that there was silence on the other end of the microphone. She couldn't help but worry: "Mom, will you agree?"

"Ah, agree to what?" An Yi was brought back to his senses.

"Agree to let me go! Will you agree?"

Hearing the anxiety in Youyou's tone, An Yi hurriedly smiled and said, "Of course I agree. It's such a rare opportunity to travel with classmates. And since it's the school leading the team, I'm naturally relieved."

"That's great! Thank you, Mom! It's just that I can't go home for the reunion that weekend, but the National Day holiday is coming soon, and we can make up for the time we spent together. Mom, mom, can I call grandma and grandpa right away?"

"Okay, our Youyou is so sensible, go tell them." After saying goodbye to her daughter reluctantly on the phone, An Yi was distracted for a while. She knew that she would receive a call from her old mother within ten minutes.

"Look, Youyou is so happy! She keeps talking. Even though we will regret not seeing each other anymore, we have to act happy and not let Youyou down." The old mother was just as excited as Youyou: "Your father is also very happy. He said that Youyou inherited his artistic talent. He played the accordion very well when he was young."

An Yi couldn't help laughing out loud. The old mother continued to talk for a while, and finally talked about their plans: "What a coincidence, the street is holding a Double Ninth Festival event, organizing an autumn outing and mountain climbing for the elderly in the community, with chartered cars, lunch and tickets, and the time is next Saturday. We originally decided not to participate in the thought of going home leisurely, but this way, we can go and keep Aunt Wang and her husband company."

An Yi naturally agreed with both hands. Her parents had been worried about her so much, and it was perfect for her to take this opportunity to relax with her friends.

After hanging up the phone, I thought about my daughter and her parents having their own activities to plan, and she... was just feeling sour and aggrieved when there was a knock on the door. An Yi laughed at herself: Don't I have my own things to do? I'm very busy.

"An Yi, are you unhappy about something during the phone call just now? Is there anything I can do for you?" Through the door, the already deep baritone voice sounded muffled, with a sense of servility and inferiority.

An Yi stood still, tilting his head to listen to what his boss, who was always eloquent, could say to impress him.

"I'm worried about you." Ding Hong stood by the door. He was really worried. Something must have happened. Although his persistent attitude might cause An Yi to be disgusted again, he would rather admit defeat than worry.

"Eating is not only for your health, wouldn't it be nice to have someone accompany you? I can sit with you quietly without saying a word. Ding Hong simply pulled up a chair and sat down, mumbling words of comfort.

Half an hour had passed? Ding Hong didn't pay attention to the time at all. Anyway, there was still one night before work, so he and her fought to the end.

The door opened with a bang, and Ding Hong stood up subconsciously, observing the complexion and physical condition of the woman in front of him.

"Boss, has your soul been replaced?" Seeing Ding Hong shaking his head blankly, An Yi was very puzzled: "If not, how can you be so... talkative?" He wanted to say "chatty, chatty", and finally found another word to replace it. This man had too strong self-esteem, and An Yi didn't want to anger him unnecessarily. Now was not the time.

He kept on nagging for half an hour. The boss, who was usually very frugal with words in the company, actually talked for half an hour without any substance and without any coherence!

Originally, she wanted to just endure it and let the boss feel bored and back off, but the repetitive, boring and pale words made her head buzz, just like the Tang Monk in the movie "A Chinese Odyssey" which was frustrating!

"That's why I want you to get to know me outside the company. Isn't it a big contrast?" Ding Hong's expression of not being ashamed but proud of it made An Yi greatly impressed.

An Yi rubbed her temples: "Eating, huh? Can you keep silent while eating or sleeping? Promise me! Okay, let's go eat." After getting the promise, she took the initiative to go to the dining room. The buzzing sound was really annoying, so she decided to shut him up with food.

An Yi couldn't accept it. How could a boss who was cold, arrogant, harsh, and ruthless in the eyes of his employees be so... shameless in private? Recently, he felt more and more powerless, as if you legitimately wanted to kick someone away, but instead of dodging or evading, he stuck to your feet like a pool of mud and climbed up your legs.

During dinner, Ding Hong kept his promise and didn't say a word, but he kept using his chopsticks to serve her food. She could tolerate the food that was put into the dishes, but this guy actually took out a strand of crab meat from the crab shell and wanted to feed it to her directly!

An Yi hurriedly dodged the chopsticks that were stretched to his mouth: "What are you doing? Eat your own, or put it on my plate!"

Ding Hong shook his head, pointed at the crab meat and then at the plate, and gestured with his hand that was not holding the chopsticks. An Yi felt dazzled.

"Say, speak up, explain, what do you mean?" An Yi collapsed.

"So I said that? You agreed, right?" Seeing An Yi's face flushed with anger, Ding Hong quickly stopped and explained, "Look, the crab meat is very tender and loose, and it's hard to pick it up from the plate. Besides, the plate is cold, and the warm crab meat will cool down quickly, which will affect the taste."

An Yi held his forehead with his hand: "Okay, I can disassemble the crab, I can do it myself."

"This kind of river crab has thorns on its body and is small, so it is difficult to catch. Besides, I have already taken possession of it, so you should not get involved." Seeing that An Yi still pursed his lips to avoid it, he had no choice but to put the crab meat in a porcelain spoon and handed it to him: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Try it. Compared with ordinary river crabs, it is naturally sweeter and the meat is particularly delicate. It melts on your tongue as soon as you take a sip."

An Yi was too lazy to refuse, so he took the spoon and finished it in one bite. Then he blinked his eyes. It was just as delicious as the boss described.

Ding Hong was very proud of himself when he saw this: "I'm right, right? It's just that you can't eat too much with your physical condition. Let's ask them to get a few more next week."

"Is this crab rare?" An Yi asked curiously.

"It's not rare or precious. If you eat it locally, it's not worth much. It grows in the deep mountain streams. Even if it's transported here immediately, the mortality rate is very high. It's said that many methods have been tried but to no avail. So the reason why it's expensive is the shipping cost and loss. If you really calculate it, you can get enough food and fun by taking a plane and going there in person."

An Yi didn't ask why he didn't go there to eat in person. For rich people, time is money, and the time cost of a round trip is too high.

It seemed that the delicious smell aroused his appetite, or perhaps the story of the food allowed An Yi to escape from his depressed thoughts for a moment, and he then had some appetite.

Ding Hong followed the order while introducing several other dishes, trying to make it interesting, and even started making up stories at the end. An Yi couldn't help but look up at him when he heard something strange. Ding Hong's eyes were firm, and he continued to talk nonsense seriously, feeling in his heart: Sure enough, in the end, gourmet food is all about stories.

After the meal, the two sat down in the living room, and Xiao Yang was also there.

Xiao Yang, An Yi has been seeing him recently, but she never even looks at him. Even when the boss fainted that day, Xiao Yang ran around to treat him, to keep watch, and even drove to pick her up, but she still made excuses for him.

But after a few days, Xiao Yang knew that Miss An had never looked at him straight in the eye, and he was an accomplice with a deep mark. At this time, he sat in the corner of the sofa with a drooping face, waiting for the next arrangement.