The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

The fact that he couldn't speak clearly was what annoyed Ding Hong the most. He had just taken the risk of lifting the window paper of Qin Lang for An Yi. If he told An Yi everything he knew and observed about Qin Lang in order to let her understand the seriousness of the situation and why he stopped her from appearing in the company, either An Yi would not believe him and complain that he was making up stories, or An Yi would believe him...

What if, he meant what if, An Yi is really moved... Forget it, Ding Hong, when did you become a worrier?

There were many things to do today. He had a flight in the afternoon and had to leave the company at noon. There were still many things to do. If he was at the headquarters, he would be more efficient. But now, looking up and seeing her... it would be more efficient.

Ding Hong shifted her gaze from the glass wall to the computer screen. The system reminded her that a new email had come in. It was from her. The email listed several official matters in a clear and logical manner.

My good secretary, good assistant, my good...creditor. You must be my creditor in my previous life. I have not yet repaid the debt, and I will continue to repay you in this life.

Sunday.

After waving goodbye to his daughter, An Yi stood there for a moment, reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and entered a state of preparation for battle.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the company gate, he did not see Xiao Yang coming to stop him. An Yi raised his eyebrows: That guy can actually listen to others?

Sitting at his workstation, An Yi couldn't help looking around. Colleagues were scattered around the office area. He was confused and thought he would have to argue with Xiao Yang.

He lowered his head and continued working. He heard hurried footsteps. An Yi looked up calmly, thinking it must be a colleague who was delivering the approval documents. However, the person was faster than he expected, especially the last one who leaped over and grabbed the two armrests of An Yi's swivel chair with both hands. At the same time that An Yi could see the other person's face clearly, the chair under him was spun around and then held firmly.

"Hey!" An Yi experienced what it meant to be "laughing or crying", but she had to take care of her professional image in the office, so she had to grab the man's sleeves with both hands, for fear that he would spin her around again, otherwise she would really get angry.

"No more, I won't turn anymore, don't be afraid." Qin Lang smiled brightly.

Yes, Qin Lang, so naughty and active, who else could it be but him!

With the other party's assurance, An Yi dared to let go of the hand that was holding her sleeve and patted her chest. Qin Lang pulled a chair next to him and sat down, looking at her carefully, and his smile gradually faded.

"Why... why are you back?" An Yi felt a little embarrassed when being stared at, and couldn't help but stutter. He half turned sideways and clicked the mouse to save the file he was working on. He glanced around, and the noise they made just now was not small.

Fortunately, there were only a few colleagues working overtime today, and they were all technical guys with thick nerves. Besides, they were far away... An Yi felt relieved. If he was seen by the sensitive female colleagues, she would inevitably say something.

Maybe she felt guilty. Qin Lang liked to joke around. Before, given the age difference between them, An Yi would not have had such concerns.

Turning her gaze back to Qin Lang, she saw a fire flickering in his eyes. She panicked and looked away, casually exchanging a few words: "You've been to several places this time, right? When did you come back? Yesterday? Did you come to the office to pick up something or to work overtime?"

Qin Lang saw that no matter how hard he stared, he still couldn't get any response from the other party. He took a deep breath, and finally smiled with his signature white teeth: "Answer me first: Are you happy to see me?"

An Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and nodded reluctantly. Regret gradually grew in his heart, and someone's words were still ringing in his ears: "An Yi, don't come, it will be very troublesome."

Indeed, it is troublesome.

"It's so reluctant. Aren't you happy to see me?" Qin Lang asked unwillingly.

An Yi was helpless and perfunctorily said, "I'm happy! It's just that your action just now scared me." Then he wondered, "Why do I hear that there will be some kind of exchange meeting recently? Don't you have to participate?"

"Of course I need it. I'm still the main force." Qin Lang sighed. Seeing An Yi was even more puzzled, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "But today is Sunday, I also need to rest. I'm not a robot of the company."

Yes, it's not a robot.

An Yi immediately felt the same way, and then wondered: "Then why do you come to the company to work overtime?"

"Just stay for a while, it's a sign of professionalism. Good deeds will be rewarded, and I am glad to see you." Qin Lang laughed dryly and was rarely evasive.

An Yi laughed and scolded: "You are kidding me again! Well, if you work overtime, I will work overtime too, so let go of my chair."

It turned out that in order to make An Yi look at him, Qin Lang grabbed An Yi's chair with both hands.

What if he held her? He still couldn't hold her gaze and...her heart. Qin Lang just lowered his head and didn't let go, rocking her chair left and right, as if he liked this swivel chair game.

An Yi was speechless. She couldn't just force him to leave. She could only hold her forehead with her hand and pretend to be dizzy: "Ouch, help, I'm getting carsick!"

Qin Lang panicked and let go of her hand, apologizing and asking about her situation. An Yi sighed silently.

That is Qin Lang. If someone else had been holding the two armrests of her chair and doing something similar to confinement, it would definitely cause An Yi's disgust, such as her immediate boss.

That is Qin Lang. Even though An Yi felt that he had other thoughts about her, she still did not feel wary of him. It must be said that this child really has magical energy.

"I'll sit next to you and work overtime! It's an empty workstation anyway, and I'm too lonely working in the planning department alone." Qin Lang spoke in a coquettish tone, and An Yi almost couldn't resist. When she looked again, she found that Qin Lang actually brought a briefcase when he came over.

An Yi panicked: "Go back to your workstation, I have a lot of work to do today, don't disturb me!"

"Don't worry, I won't say a word." Qin Lang took out his laptop quickly and plugged in the mouse: "I have a lot of work to do, hurry up and don't waste time." After saying that, he got ready to get busy.

An Yi was speechless. Unfortunately, he didn't have the power to chase him away. Well, he would try to ignore him.

But, how is it possible? During overtime, Qin Lang was quiet, just ignoring the obstruction to get himself a cup of warm water. During this time, a colleague came to greet Qin Lang and curiously asked why he was sitting here. Qin Lang answered naturally, because he had a work connection with An Yi. This is nothing, what makes An Yi uneasy is that he always feels that someone is looking at him from the side.

An Yi finally got annoyed and shut down his computer and cleaned up his desk. Qin Lang saw this and quickly shut down his computer as well, asking, "Are you going home? Let's go together."

"I'm going to do some shopping and then go back to my parents' house. We're going our different ways."

"I'll accompany you. I'm free anyway, so we can just take a walk."

The expected reply still made An Yi stop what he was doing for a moment, and then continued to put the items back to their respective places.

How nice it would be if he, she and that person could each return to their own places. Why should she worry about these meaningless things?

An Yi's nose twitched twice and she felt like crying.

"I'll help you get it." Qin Lang stretched out his hand to take An Yi's purse, but was avoided. He scratched his hair guiltily.

In fact, Qin Lang should have been happy that An Yi did not refuse to go with him, but he was not dull and could feel An Yi's suppressed dissatisfaction and resistance to him being kept away from him.

Was he discovered? Or was he annoyed at himself for not knowing how to act today? Qin Lang gritted his teeth and followed An Yi shamelessly, like a child who had made a mistake.

The rare depressed expression on his face surprised two colleagues who accidentally saw it. They thought that Qin Lang must have caused a lot of trouble for the usually good-tempered Secretary An, and he had to apologize.

After leaving the company building, An Yi stopped and looked around. She knew Xiao Yang must be nearby. She looked back at the little tail behind her and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Oh, that person has given her something to talk about.

Qin Lang immediately caught this glance, and he immediately felt hopeful. He ran forward a few steps, showing his healthy white teeth: "It's time for dinner. Should we go shopping first or eat first?"

"Are you hungry?" An Yi looked at the time and then looked at Qin Lang. Young people are indeed prone to hunger.

"It's okay. I'll listen to you. Just don't eat too late. It's not good for your health."

An Yi sighed. She was thinking about where to resolve the issue between them. She would not go back to her parents' home tonight, nor could she go back to that person's home. As long as Qin Lang followed her, she could only go back to her own home first.

After thinking for a while, An Yi said the name of a restaurant. Qin Lang was surprised: "Aren't you going back to your parents' house?" This restaurant is near An Yi's subway station.

"I'm a little tired, so I decided to go straight home." An Yi said as he walked towards the subway station.

Qin Lang shrugged. He certainly had no objection. Although he thought that An Yi's change of mind might be related to his shameless following, he no longer had the energy to think deeply about it.

For many days, except for the hasty conversation in the office that day, the two of them have not been able to spend a good time together. Today, he forced his boss to take a leave and had to take a red-eye flight back at night. He looked at the watch, time is precious.

Along the way, Qin Lang talked about his experiences during the business trip, and his interesting narration made An Yi, who was absent-minded, laugh several times. It must be said that Qin Lang did not have many exquisite words to describe him, but because of his sincere and frank language, coupled with the occasional poor American Chinese expression, he formed his own unique style, which was very contagious.

This is a man who is straightforward and outgoing. Will he make it clear tonight? How should I deal with it?

Make it clear? Qin Lang? He won't.

Someone thousands of miles away, looking at the report on the text message on his mobile phone, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and the hot and bitter taste went down his throat and burned his heart.

Qin Lang is straightforward but not stupid. It is 200% impossible for him to be honest with you because he knows the success rate is zero. After all, it is better to leave a way out for others so that they can meet again in the future.

Ding Hong put down his wine glass. The boy's blocking battle tonight was more to relieve his lovesickness, and also to confirm some of his speculations that others thought were incredible but actually correct - what kind of ulterior motives did his boss have. Then, he showed his personal charm as a man rather than a boy, and paved the way for the future.

You, you, are really something. You don’t even listen to my advice. You’re in trouble.

Unfortunately, he could only wait and see.

From Xiao Yang's report, Qin Lang will not make any big moves tonight. An Yi is looking forward to him making it clear so that she can reject him directly. Then she can't intervene. Wouldn't it be a great pleasure to let Qin Lang suffer a critical blow? Why should she be the only one to suffer?

Even thinking so, Ding Hong still felt resentful.

Replied to Xiao Yang: "Keep a close eye and take photos at any time."

Then a second message was sent: "If there is something unusual, take a picture directly."

Then the third one: "Don't shoot long clips, shoot small clips and send them to me immediately."

After sending the message, the surrounding noise and bustle returned to my eyes again. The cocktail party, which had been going on since noon, was still in full swing.

Maybe because he has been acting like a "five-fear youth" recently, he felt that his alcohol tolerance had declined and he was already drunk before nightfall.

From the day before yesterday until tomorrow, he couldn't escape any day. Well, this time he could get everything done, and he could spare some time to be his "five-fear youth".