The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

What time is it? An Yi blinked and looked around from the corner of his eye while lying on the bed.

This room was converted from the living room of the master bedroom. It is not a normal bedroom, so it has no windows. Ding Hong had this in mind when he persuaded her to move to the master bedroom. Sunlight makes people happy.

It was ridiculous, what really made her happy was that they were strangers from then on. Besides, she couldn't stay for a few days, especially since she worked during the day and came home at night.

I didn't know whether the two masseurs were still there. There were dim floor lights in the four corners of the room, so visibility was not high. It was so quiet that it didn't seem like there was anyone else around.

An Yi kept her posture still and tried her best to imitate the slow breathing rhythm of sleeping. She wanted to test how smart the smart mattress could be.

Soon, the door opened slightly, letting in the light from the corridor. A short woman in a white coat walked in. It was Doctor Yang, followed closely by Butler Li. An Yi grabbed the hand that was resting on the bed, as if it was revenge for the mattress's betrayal. How abominable.

As the door opened, two people stood up against the wall and walked over carefully. The four of them talked quietly. After a few words, the two little sisters looked over with surprise.

Well, there's no need to pretend. An Yi wrapped the thin blanket tightly around her, half-sitting up and greeting everyone.

"Are you really awake? We didn't believe it when Doctor Yang said that." One of the little girls ran over with a smile, propped up the bed with the remote control, and helped her put on a large pajamas that had been prepared long ago.

Yes, how can human eyes compare with technological detectors?

Technology and intelligence filled the room, like a dragnet. How annoying! He raised his fist and pounded the mattress a few times, punishing her again.

The headlights came on and the other three people came over. Doctor Yang observed An Yi's complexion, then felt his pulse and nodded, saying, "I have understood your physical condition and will begin the next course of treatment. First drink a cup of warm rice wine, then take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." After that, he went to prepare for medical practice.

An Yi took the wine cup handed to him by Butler Li. The curl of hot steam brought with it the unique mellow aroma of rice wine. An Yi felt uncomfortable for a moment and choked, so he turned away.

Who is there? An Yi was alert. A long and narrow figure was quietly leaving in the shadow outside the door. An Yi narrowed his eyes to identify who that person was.

Ding Hong?

It's him! An Yi subconsciously looked away the moment she recognized him, but then she couldn't help but look over again. The door was already empty, and her heart was empty too.

Before this feeling had time to ferment, it was quickly replaced by another doubt. She asked the person next to her: "What time is it now?"

"Three o'clock in the morning." The little sister replied, and tried to persuade: "Doctor Yang told you to drink it while it's hot."

An Yi didn't bother to pay attention and just repeated: "Early morning...three o'clock in the morning." He looked at the place where the man had just stood in a daze again.

Since we have arranged for Butler Li to accompany Doctor Yang, why should he go to such trouble in the middle of the night? He came but didn't show up, hiding in the shadows. What's going on? Is he trying to be an unknown hero, or just seeking fame?

It was just a waste of time. She just pretended not to see it and didn't appreciate it. She lowered her eyes, held her breath, raised her cup and drank it all in one gulp.

As Butler Li left the room, the door was closed again. An Yi took off her nightgown and lay down as the doctor requested.

It's a back massage again. She just did a Thai massage. Well, let's see how the massage techniques of the two countries are different.

An Yi put his head into the bed hole and relaxed his body.

Speaking of this bed hole, An Yi feels that the person who made this mattress should definitely be awarded a major award for design or invention.

This hole is not a large hollow hole on an ordinary massage bed, but a part of the mattress that fits the face shape, leaving a shallow space between the mouth and nose. There must be an oxygen supply device in the hole, and the faint gas seeps out from the hole to provide breathing for the mouth and nose. When the head is buried in it, there is neither congestion nor stuffiness.

As for how the flat mattress could be dented, and then restored to its original state after a button press? How did the filling material in the mattress move away? Where did it move to? Moreover, there is an oxygen supply system. Is there a huge oxygen cylinder installed under the bed? Otherwise, what if I suffocate to death?

Li, the housekeeper, had explained this to her. If the function fails or the oxygen supply is insufficient, the alarm will sound immediately. In addition, the mattress itself has body monitoring, which also becomes a second layer of protection to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

There are still many curious things, and when she is the only one left in the room, she must decipher them!

"Miss An, I'm going to start the acupuncture. Relax your body and don't move." At this time, Doctor Yang's voice came from above her head.

What? Acupuncture? Could she be talking about... acupuncture? An Yi's face suddenly changed, but unfortunately no one could see her facial expression change in her current position. Before she could resist, a small sore and numb pain came, followed by the same soreness and numbness, and then another...

Oh my god, this is... already... stuck?

She didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the doctor would prick the wrong spot. It was her first time having acupuncture in her life!

An Yi was full of anger. She had never thought that one day she would be subjected to acupuncture, because whenever she thought of those thin and dense silver needles, she would be frightened and feel weak all over. How could she possibly seek abuse on her own initiative?

Fortunately, it wasn't as painful as she had imagined. But this completely unfamiliar and indescribable soreness and numbness, between what she could and couldn't bear, tortured her repeatedly. It didn't hurt to the point of screaming, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

Why is there a bit of swelling and pain besides numbness? After listening to Doctor Yang's explanation again, I finally understood that he had to twist the silver needle regularly.

An Yi was extremely angry: Ding Hong! You are such a good Ding Hong! Are you going to continue to treat and punish me? No wonder I am hiding and dare not show up, I am guilty! I hate me so much!

An hour later, in the study.

"What? Acupuncture?" Ding Hong stood up suddenly, his face frosty, and his voice was cold: "Wasn't the treatment plan mentioned before massage? Why did you change it at will? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Butler Li, who was always calm and composed in the face of difficulties, was startled. He tried his best to calm himself and not show any fear. Then he turned to look at Doctor Yang beside him.

Doctor Yang, who was still sitting still, felt that Mr. Ding's anger was somewhat inexplicable. The decision on which treatment plan to adopt must of course change with the patient's physical changes. Facts have proved that her use of acupuncture is very effective. Besides, Miss An has no objection, let alone crying out in pain, but others are getting anxious first.

I had heard from Mr. Ding that Miss An was very afraid of pain and could not stand even slightly stronger force, so Dr. Yang's initial plan was to use Thai massage to precede her Chinese medicine massage, so that the patient's body would have a certain ability to withstand force.

What was unexpected was that although the two girls were very young, their techniques were really good. Miss An's blood vessels had been unblocked by the massage. There was no need for repeated treatments at this time. Instead, it was the best time for acupuncture.

Sure enough, in just over half an hour, Miss An fell asleep again and successfully completed today's task.

Doctor Yang thought so and said so. Because he was angry, he added a few more words: "Acupuncture may seem scary, but in fact it only causes a sore and numb feeling, which has nothing to do with pain. That is the imagination of outsiders. Unless you want to forcibly activate a certain acupuncture point, but curing Miss An is a slow process. The point I made to you before has not changed."

Ding Hong remained silent. Even if what Doctor Yang said was right, even if acupuncture didn't hurt, they were real needles after all. No matter how thin they were, they were still needles. If they pierced into the skin and flesh... he really couldn't imagine it.

"She... doesn't feel any pain? She said that herself?" Ding Hong frowned, waiting for the two people opposite him to give an answer.

Housekeeper Li was speechless. She had been guarding outside the door, but she did not hear any cries of pain from inside the room. However, this could not be used as evidence because the room was well soundproofed.

It was still and could only be explained by Dr. Yang: "She didn't say it didn't hurt, but she didn't say it hurt either. During the acupuncture, Ms. Yang cooperated very well and didn't move at all."

"She didn't move because she was timid and she cherished her life!" Ding Hong said angrily, and he immediately regretted that he shouldn't have lost his temper with Doctor Yang, which was too rude. He knew in his heart that Doctor Yang's treatment method was correct and effective, so he apologized solemnly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper, I offended you, please forgive me."

Seeing Ding Hong's humble attitude, Doctor Yang's anger subsided, but he did not respond. The room fell into silence.

"Please give me a few injections. I want to feel it." Ding Hong walked up to Doctor Yang and said these crazy words as if possessed by a ghost.

Doctor Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled. It turned out that this was a young man who was overwhelmed by love, not questioning his medical skills. Well, give this love-brained man a shot to help him sober up.

So, Dr. Yang gave Ding Hong a few needles on his head and then on his back. The back is in the same position, so he can feel the same way.

It was not a real treatment, just an experience. Doctor Yang removed the needles after a few minutes.

"The two masseurs stayed in the room to watch over her. Miss An sent me her daily sleep records as a reference for treatment."

Butler Li quickly agreed to the matter and accompanied Doctor Yang downstairs. Ding Hong personally sent them to the elevator and expressed his apologies again.

After seeing the two off, Ding Hong slowly walked back to the door of his bedroom, and left after a moment.

I returned to my bedroom, glanced at the time, and smiled bitterly. In order to cure my restful sleep, my sleep was greatly reduced.

When he got back into bed, he felt a slight discomfort in his back the moment he lay down. Ding Hong knew that it was the mark left by acupuncture.

So, she who is afraid of pain will still feel pain, right? Was she scared when she heard about acupuncture? How panicked must she be when the needles entered her skin? She would definitely blame him and scold him, for sure. If I explain it myself, would she believe it? No.

Then he remembered that he was in the shadow behind the door, just because he didn't want to add pressure to An Yi and affect her mood, and he was also afraid that An Yi's clothes would be disheveled due to the massage. After hearing the conversation in the room, he confirmed that An Yi had put on her bathrobe, and then he quietly approached to take a few glimpses of her current state.

Just then, he saw An Yi angrily hitting the mattress a few times. Recalling this, Ding Hong smiled, he knew exactly what An Yi was angry about at that time.

Very cute, like a grumpy cat.

Ding Hong fell asleep with messy thoughts. In his dream, he kept hearing a voice that sounded like an eagle calling "meow~meow~", so he kept looking for it.

I slept so well! An Yi was woken up by the alarm clock and got up to check the time. It was seven o'clock.

Seven o'clock? She picked up her phone to confirm. It was seven o'clock! She had not only fallen asleep during the acupuncture last night, but she actually slept for several hours.

She was only wearing underwear under the thin blanket, so she quickly wrapped herself up. Looking at the two little sisters holding clothes and looking at her with smiles, her face turned red.

When I woke up, I was not lying on my stomach, but on my side. When I lifted the pillow, the dent was gone.

I still remember when Dr. Yang gave her acupuncture, she felt sore and swollen at first, and she felt scared and wronged. She wanted to cry, and before she knew it, she fell asleep...

"It may be uncomfortable to sleep on your stomach, and you may have turned over in your sleep. We have made preparations before this, so we immediately covered you with a quilt, restored the mattress to normal, and put a pillow under it."

What they meant was: You didn't show anything, don't be embarrassed. An Yi heard it clearly, so he thanked them repeatedly.

Suddenly, she grabbed the little sister with the biggest eyes and asked, "I saw Mr. Ding come in. What did he take away?"

"Mr. Ding? A gentleman?" The little sister was stunned and shook her head: "No one else came in except us. You may have... dreamed about him." She said while squinting her eyes mischievously.

This made An Yi laugh: "Oh, I was sleepy." He looked at the two of them again calmly, probably not lying.

Okay, she believed it.