The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi threw a pillow against the door with all his might, but how could that relieve his anger? Sick, sick, sick, who is sick? You, Ding Hong, are sick! You are crazy!

Get a healthy her? It's even more ridiculous! An Yi doesn't believe that if he devotes himself to her now, he, Ding Hong, can remain calm!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. An Yi had already fallen backwards on the bed, but he suddenly sat up again. No, I'm going to scold that lunatic! I'm going to scold him to my heart's content!

Rushing out of the room, An Yi looked around. Living room, no. Study room, no. Gym, no. Bedroom? An Yi stood at the door of the master bedroom, panting for a while, and finally feared that the sheep would fall into the tiger's mouth, and resentment could not be dispelled.

She looked down and saw that her clothes were neat and tidy, and she had her cell phone with her. She ran to the entrance. She wanted to leave the building, even if it was to the riverside or the garden. Although this idea was very unpromising...

Ding Hong came out of the shower and was processing official documents in the study. He looked at the wall clock and saw that it was just past eight o'clock. He was distractedly thinking about what An Yi was doing at the moment when he received a text message from Butler Li:

Miss An is taking the elevator.

Miss An has left the lobby.

Miss An walked towards the river.

Ding Hong followed the clues given by Butler Li and saw An Yi walking quickly along the river.

"What? What happened? Because of me or something else?" Ding Hong chased after him.

An Yi stopped suddenly, and her movements were clean and neat. Ding Hong actually moved a distance due to inertia, then walked back to her with a sigh.

Seeing Ding Hong staring at her anxiously and asking questions, he was not angry about her escape. His deep love for her made An Yi feel cold. Can she... escape?

But how could she not hide? It was obviously a mud pit. Even if she waded through it quickly, she would inevitably get dirty. If she was unlucky, she might sprain her arms and legs. Even if she could fish out a few pieces of gold from the pit, she didn't care. It was not worth it anyway.

Turning around to face the vast lake, An Yi grabbed the long guardrail by the lake with both hands, holding on tightly, as if he was afraid that he would fall in.

Ding Hong understood An Yi's resistance and disgust towards him, which never diminished, and his heart was beaten and pierced again and again. Similarly, facing the lake, he seemed to be talking to himself: "I am not here to catch you back, I am worried that something will happen to you."

"Oh? I don't have to go back? Do you agree to let go?" An Yi sneered.

If you want, you can - Ding Hong gritted his teeth and refused to say this.

Seeing that the other party was playing dumb, An Yi chuckled a few times, and then looked at the sinking water waves under the night sky with a sad look. Ding Hong was speechless for a moment.

The lights were on and the evening breeze was blowing. An Yi leaned over the railing and looked around. Was it two kilometers? It was included in the private area of ​​this apartment. Now was the best time to take a walk at night, but there was no one around. Maybe it was because there were too few residents, or maybe the rich didn't come here often.

Thinking back to that night, also at the shore of Kingman Lake, a public lake, the bustling crowd seemed like two different worlds compared to the silence here.

An Yi resumed his usual polite tone: "Before, you took me to the lake because you thought that the atmosphere there was more lively and would make me happier."

Ding Hong stood by vigilantly, worried that An Yi, who was standing on tiptoe and leaning over the railing, might accidentally fall into the lake. At the same time, he was also thinking about how to respond. Who knows if this woman is setting a trap for him?

"Each has its own scenery. There is no need to distinguish between this side and that side. We can go wherever we want."

"Oh?" An Yi raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Don't distinguish? Of course it's easy for us to go over there, but can the people over there come over here?"

Ding Hong understood the irony in An Yi's words, but he felt that the question was meaningless, as it was nothing more than occupying a section of the water system. Jinman Lake was so big, although they carefully selected the best place to gather energy with good wind and water.

He knew he couldn't say what he really thought, so he changed his words: "This is a very common operation for real estate development, just like which five-star hotel on the seashore doesn't have a private beach? It's a bit far-fetched to think that the interests of the people are being infringed upon. When the government approves the development of a piece of land, the surrounding environment is taken into consideration before the price is set."

An Yi thought about it and thought, well, that made sense. He was somewhat jealous of the rich.

"An Yi, being with me may seem to restrict your freedom, but in fact I can give you more rights to enjoy freedom."

Exchange your emotional freedom for freedom in other areas? That's what it means, right?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ding, I don't deserve it!" An Yi said disdainfully: "I know you want me to feel the generous benefits of being with you, not to mention food, clothing, housing and transportation, masseurs and doctors are always available, and the house is decorated as you like. You have done it very attentively, and have been as restrained and low-key as possible, and you didn't simply use money to stun me.

You want to quietly let me rely on these enjoyments, rely on you, the master who pays for them."

Ding Hong had already turned around as An Yi turned around. Hearing this, he closed his eyes. How many times had this happened? He once again experienced what it meant to "feed your sincerity to the dog".

"Want you to rely on me? Actually, medicine is much simpler to achieve this goal. It's not like I can't get it."

Hearing this, An Yi felt a chill on his back, perhaps because of the night wind.

"Of course I won't use it!" Ding Hong said with gritted teeth: "An Yi, you didn't believe a word I said when I said other things, but you took these words that were obviously meant to scare you as evidence of my guilt!"

Just now, when he saw An Yi's expression of being faced with a formidable enemy, Ding Hong wanted to drag her over and give her a good spanking to quench his anger!

Well, he held back, miraculously! After all, they were out in public and had to take care of each other's image, and he couldn't let this woman completely annoy him and leave him no room for maneuver.

Reflecting on the fact that he did have a serious illness, this woman had already imagined a lot of bad things that rich people had done, but he was still exaggerating.

As Ding Hong was doing self-examination, his anger gradually dissipated and he began to hate himself.

Feeling very tired, Ding Hong rubbed his brows with his hands and surrendered with both hands: "I just spoke without thinking, but your previous words really hurt me, so those words can we cancel each other out, okay?"

An Yi's eyes widened and widened, as if he was looking at a stranger. The boss used subtle and perfect methods to change concepts, make clever arguments, and confuse right and wrong, which showed his elegance at the negotiation table.

He took a long, deep sigh, but still felt stuffy in his chest, so An Yi clenched his fists and pounded his chest again and again. It wasn't heavy, but the dull banging sound made Ding Hong feel heartbroken.

"Stop, stop it." Ding Hong took two steps forward, and seeing An Yi retreating in panic, he stopped and said anxiously: "Yes, it's all my fault. I said harsh words, but I have never done anything to violate you, right? I have no other requirements except to let you stay here to recuperate. When you recover, you still hate me..." Ding Hong paused, and his voice suddenly dropped octaves: "Then we will have a good talk, and talk it out until both of us are satisfied."

An Yi was so angry that she laughed: "We? All satisfied? Is it possible? Are you trying to fool a fool with that? Do you think I'm a fool?" She raised her head with laughter, trying to control the tears that came out of anger: "You are really the best at pretending to be stupid. Originally you said it would be a week, but later you said you would deduct the time I would go home, and then create an elevator malfunction to act pitiful, and extend it to now. The sad thing is that I am as stupid as a pig, and you succeeded again and again.

Now, from your recovery to my recovery? How good is recovery? How long will it take? Is it all up to you? I told you why I want to resign! I don’t have time to play with you anymore!”

An Yi called him "you" sometimes, "you", "Mr. Ding" sometimes, and sometimes just "Ding Hong". She switched between them freely and at will. However, Ding Hong was very depressed. Now he figured out some of the clues and mastered An Yi's emotional code.

"I know," Ding Hong said softly, "I know very well that your daughter is the most important person in the world. This is what should be done, absolutely what should be done, and it is the right thing to do. Don't worry, by the date of your resignation, no matter what is going on between us, it will all be terminated! As for conditioning your body, I can contact a Chinese medicine clinic or club for you..."

"No need! I won't go!" An Yi interrupted directly.

"Okay, I respect your decision. After you resign, we will cut off all contact and I will not interfere or disturb your life."

"It's a deal! You must do it!"

"Okay, it's a deal." Ding Hong solemnly promised: "I hope you can cooperate with the treatment. Of course, whether you cooperate or not, it will not affect my promise just now!" Seeing An Yi was eager to interrupt, Ding Hong hurriedly explained.

"Don't change your mind again!" An Yi recalled everything that happened before, tears streaming down her face. "Then we will go our separate ways and have no contact in any form. Don't contact me in the name of doing good for me! Otherwise, I will fight you to the death! I, An Yi, will definitely fight you to the death!"

After An Yi finished shouting these words out of control, she squatted on the ground and cried silently as if she had lost all her strength. If she had observed her surroundings and lowered her voice before, now she has already loved whoever she wants.

Anyi, you don't have to risk your life, just these words of yours are enough to cost me my life!

Looking at An Yi burying her face between her knees, Ding Hong was at a loss and his heart ached.

He didn't know how to comfort her, nor how to promise her. Should he swear an oath? He didn't dare, because he was worried that he couldn't do it. It's not that he didn't want to do it, he really wanted to do it, but... could he really do it?

When Ding Hong was deeply confused and didn't know how to comfort him, An Yi suddenly wiped away her tears and took out her mobile phone to check the time: "Five minutes left!" She stood up in panic, but her body was shaking. Ding Hong hurriedly reached out to help her, but was pushed away.

An Yi grabbed the railing and stood firm, calculating the time to run back to the bedroom immediately. No! It's too late! Huh? Why should I rush back? It's fine here. It's very quiet. Even if there are sounds of wind, water, and insects, I can just say that I am taking a walk in the community.

What a stubborn person! An Yi knocked his head angrily, and at the same time, he dialed Youyou's phone number on his mobile phone, waiting for nine o'clock to dial it immediately. When he looked up, he saw Ding Hong standing beside him, staring at him in a daze, and he was immediately angry: "Boss Ding, please step aside!"

Ding Hong, who was cruelly driven out, felt embarrassed and helpless. He had also fallen to this point.