The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

The two little sisters said goodbye to An Yi and left. An Yi washed, changed her clothes, picked up her small bag, opened the door, and met a pair of eyes directly. Who else could it be but Ding Hong?

He was sitting on the sofa facing her door, and now he stood up and walked towards her. An Yi looked at the sofa that had grown overnight, and was not surprised at all. She had been surprised too many times and was numb.

"Did you sleep well?" Ding Hong asked while carefully observing An Yi's complexion. He did look rosy, after just one night. He wondered if it was his own psychological problem.

An Yi has an enviable natural advantage. Despite long-term severe lack of sleep, apart from a slightly pale complexion, An Yi has not developed dark circles or other skin problems such as dark spots. He can really be said to be blessed by God.

This is the important reason why no one has discovered the problem of comfortable sleep so far, and the only one who has seen through it is Ding Hong.

"What about you?" Instead of answering, An Yi asked back.

Ding Hong was puzzled, but soon understood and couldn't help laughing. She thought she was being too nosy, and had to arrange two groups of people to torment her in one night. Then what? She wouldn't be able to sleep either!

It's true. Ding Hong suppressed the urge to yawn, turned his head and coughed twice to cover it up. He was indeed not awake yet, so he decided to catch up on some sleep on the plane.

While Ding Hong was observing An Yi, An Yi also looked at Ding Hong a few more times. His complexion was a little worse, and there was a faint dark spot under his eyes, but it was nothing if you didn't look closely. An Yi turned away and looked away, not wanting to be soft-hearted with him.

No one answered each other's questions, but they found the answers on each other's faces. Isn't this a kind of tacit understanding?

"Let's go and have breakfast." Ding Hong blocked the way to the hallway and led An Yi to the dining room.

An Yi rolled her eyes when she saw this. She would eat her breakfast obediently as he wished, so as not to waste time on nagging her, as she had to rush to work.

"I know you hate waste. Too many dishes will affect your appetite, so I only make a few dishes, and they are bite-sized portions, so you can eat a little of each to get a balanced diet." Ding Hong handed over a cup of warm water with a long-handled spoon. "You drink water too fast, especially after a meal, which will dilute the gastric juice and hinder digestion. I have an idea. Drink with a small spoon, which can slow down the speed and make it easier to control the amount."

An Yi frowned and took it, then looked at the table: tofu pudding chicken soup with vegetable sprouts noodles, minced meat and egg custard, spinach and goose liver jelly and red bean and chestnut buns, plus a side dish and a fruit platter. It was nutritious and refreshing, and most importantly, after a good sleep, her appetite increased, so An Yi ate it with relish.

She picked up the napkin to wipe her mouth, looked up and saw Ding Hong looking at her with a smile, but not eating.

An Yi suddenly became annoyed. She picked up the water cup and was about to drink it all in one gulp, but the long-handled spoon blocked her movement.

I wanted to throw the spoon on the table rudely, but I didn't do that. I put down the cup and asked word by word: "Do I have to do acupuncture every day from now on?"

Ding Hong's smile froze, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by a silver needle. He spoke faster in anger: "It hurts a lot, doesn't it? I knew it, and Doctor Yang kept saying..." He pounded the table heavily, "It's my fault, and you have suffered. Originally, Doctor Yang and I agreed to do a massage, and I repeatedly told you to be afraid of pain and asked her to use gentler techniques. She did a good job last time. Who knew that after taking your pulse last night, she felt that your condition was more suitable for acupuncture, and she didn't tell any of us at all, and just did it directly. I questioned her last night, and she said that you didn't cry out in pain, and the effect was really good. I tried the strength of her acupuncture again, and I also had a fluke mentality, thinking that you might really not feel any pain."

Maybe it was because he was thirsty because he had said too much in one breath, or maybe it was to calm down his temper, but Ding Hong picked up the cup and drank it all. After a few breaths, he finally calmed down a little, and then he softly assured her, "Don't worry, I will never do acupuncture again, and I will never let you suffer this kind of torture again. As for Doctor Yang, she'd better agree, otherwise we'll change her! Even if she continues to treat you, she must promise not to change the treatment plan without your consent."

An Yi did not respond. At this moment, she was drinking water sip by sip with her head down and holding a long spoon.

When Ding Hong was halfway through his indignant scolding, An Yi had already picked up the water cup again and used the spoon.

When Ding Hong said "testing the strength of acupuncture", An Yi paused while drinking water, then continued, but lowered her head even more so that no one could see her expression at this moment.

In fact, she had already figured it out. Acupuncture was probably not instructed by Ding Hong, let alone an attempt to punish her. She thought so at the time just to vent her anger.

Remembering the time when she had a fever, Ding Hong knew that her blood vessels were thin and it would be difficult to insert the needle. She even wanted to stop the doctor from continuing to draw blood, and rejected the doctor's suggestion of giving her an IV drip.

During the physical examination a few days ago, Ding Hong was very dissatisfied with the blood draw. After learning that he could not be exempted, he still wanted to accompany her throughout the whole process. It was he who asked Butler Li to express his refusal.

Acupuncture, densely packed silver needles. An Yi believed that if Dr. Yang had made such a suggestion, Ding Hong would have refused it on his behalf.

Believe, she believes, believes him, believes him Ding Hong? When did she believe him?

Finally my thirst was quenched. Drinking water with a spoon was so tiring, what a stupid idea.

Gently putting down the spoon, An Yi looked at the person opposite her, and that person was also looking at her intently, waiting for her attitude.

"The treatment plan can only be changed with consent. So, whose consent must be obtained?" Unexpectedly, An Yi asked this question that had nothing to do with acupuncture.

Ding Hong was speechless for a moment, then gave a firm answer: "It's me. Don't be upset, An Yi, I can't listen to you about the treatment plan, because if I do, there will be no treatment. I understand you and your disease, I will consider your situation comprehensively and make the best choice for you. This incident was an accident, it won't happen again in the future."

An Yi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Ding Hong steadily. Ding Hong was resolute in his attitude and they looked at each other, neither of them backing down.

Don't be soft-hearted, don't be soft-hearted, Ding Hong warned himself.

After a while, An Yi took out his mobile phone to check the time. Ding Hong also glanced at the clock on the wall. It was seven forty.

It's time to go. An Yi stood up and walked towards the hallway. Ding Hong followed her. As An Yi changed her shoes, he magically produced a bottle of drink with his left hand and a parasol with his other hand: "It's been very hot since this morning. There are few trees on the way to the subway. It's easy to get heatstroke."

An Yi glanced at the two items, ignored them, and continued walking towards the elevator, with no intention of taking them.

"Then you have to choose one of the two, otherwise don't even think about leaving." Ding Hong took a few steps forward and blocked the elevator entrance.

After looking at the screen above the elevator door, An Yi said leisurely: "I choose the third one."

"What?" Ding Hong was curious.

"Acupuncture, if Doctor Yang feels the effect is good, then continue with the treatment."

"No, acupuncture is too painful. Let's try another treatment plan."

"No, I want to cure my illness quickly. Don't you want to? Aren't you looking forward to my recovery?" An Yi smiled meaningfully. Ding Hong couldn't figure out her thoughts for a moment. At this time, An Yi lightly stepped sideways around him and walked into the elevator.

Ding Hong then noticed that the elevator had arrived. He was hesitating whether to stop An Yi to ask for clarification, but An Yi spoke first: "I say again, I agree with acupuncture. If you don't believe it, then whatever you want."

Agree? Why? Doesn't it hurt? Ding Hong was stunned for a rare moment, trying to figure out whether An Yi was telling the truth or was just mad at him. At this moment, the elevator door slowly closed, and An Yi waved to him.

Ding Hong subconsciously waved in response, only to realize that the object in his hand had not been given away yet.

You are so good! After being depressed, she couldn't help but chuckled a few times and turned to walk into the house. She might as well go out early and eat breakfast on the way. Driving should be faster than the subway, right? When she arrived at the company, she found herself sitting in the office... I want to see what her expression is.

Ding Hong's childishness was aroused and his pace quickened.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of the morning rush hour. However, he still arrived at the company at the same time as An Yi, and still saw the other party's surprised expression as expected. His mood finally eased a little. As for acupuncture, Ding Hong frowned and then relaxed. He thought about how to arrange it.

Turning his head to look at her outside the glass wall, Ding Hong's eyes were filled with heartache and helplessness that he didn't have to hide when no one was around.

An Yi deliberately ignored the CEO's office behind him and concentrated on his own work. The phone on his desk rang, and An Yi leaned over to check the caller ID. At the same time, he picked up the receiver and heard the voice on the other end. It was indeed him.

"Qin Lang, is there something urgent?"

"It's just a small matter. Actually, I want to know if you went to work normally today?"

An Yi's eyes narrowed, and then he smiled easily: "Of course I have to go to work, I am an excellent worker."

"You didn't reply to my text message last night, so I was a little worried." The voice on the other end was rarely depressed.

Oh? An Yi quickly checked his phone and apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, I went to bed early last night, and maybe I heard the notification sound, and I closed the message in a daze, and I just saw it now."

"Really?" The voice on the other end became noticeably more lively: "Were you very tired yesterday? Did you go to bed before nine o'clock?"

At that time, An Yi understood clearly. She was arguing with Boss Ding by the lake, and she must have turned off the message reminder and didn't think about it at all afterwards.

"Maybe. I just wanted to lie down for a while, but I didn't expect to sleep until morning." An Yi didn't dare to say more, for fear of speaking too much. This little sun looks careless, but actually has the talent of a detective.

A cheerful laugh came from the other side: "That's great, getting more sleep is a good thing."

"I'm sorry to have made you worry for nothing. You just said there was a little matter. What was it?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone. An Yi picked up the phone and looked at it. Was it broken? That shouldn't be the case. The phone line was connected fine. So he called "Hello" twice to test it.

"An An, are you busy? Or do you not want to talk to me?" A voice finally came from the other end, but it was... a sentence like this. An Yi held the microphone tightly, not knowing how to respond.

"who is it?"

A deep male voice came from behind him. An Yi was flustered and almost dropped the microphone. He stood up and said "wait a moment" to the microphone. Then he covered the microphone with his hand and stood back: "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Who is it?" Ding Hong just repeated the question. Seeing that An Yi wanted to perfunctorily answer again, Ding Hong tried his best to look normal out of consideration for the eyes of others. After all, they were far away and no one could hear their conversation: "An Yi, you are using an office phone, I have the right to know."

An Yi's expression froze, and he said truthfully, "It was Qin Lang. He said he wanted my help with something."

"what's up?"

"We've just chatted for a while, but we haven't talked about it yet. I'll ask him right away." An Yi picked up the microphone.

"No need. After we're done talking, come to my office." After saying this, Ding Hong turned around and went back to the office, but did not close the door.

An Yi bit her lip, sat down again, and looked at the microphone, not knowing what to do for a moment.