The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"You need to eat more. You haven't posted any pictures of your meals recently. Are you not eating well or are you too lazy to pay attention to me?"

In the restaurant, Qin Lang was giving instructions to An Yi at the table, commanding him to eat another piece of meat, while at the same time asking him some other questions.

An Yi smiled bitterly and said, "I'm eating normally. Do you think I've gained weight? I look good, too." An Yi was confident that Boss Ding's money would not be wasted.

Qin Lang examined it carefully and nodded: "It's better than before." After hesitating for a moment, he asked directly: "Why don't you want to pay attention to me?"

As expected of Qin Lang, the hiding of things as adults does not apply to him, so An Yi is afraid to confront him directly: Do you want to be honest? How can you be honest? There is no way to say it. It is useless to be perfunctory, this child is very smart.

An Yi couldn't think of how to explain, so he could only look at Qin Lang pitifully and beg him to let him go.

"Okay, let's forget about the past. What about the future? Can we interact like before? At least you can reply to my messages."

An Yi lowered her head. She didn't want to deceive Qin Lang.

"Why? Am I so annoying to you? Then I can reduce the frequency of contact and contact you once every three days, okay? You don't need to write a short essay, I just hope that your reply won't be too cold."

Now that we've come to this point, why don't you just make it clear? If you do, I can reject you. An Yi was depressed, wondering how he had underestimated the person in front of him. He was just outgoing, not cunning.

"I basically didn't contact my colleagues privately. It's not just you. It's the same for me, Zhou Ya, Jia Xuan and others." An Yi decided to tell the truth about his situation: "When I got home, I had no mood or desire to contact the outside world. Even the simplest reply was very tiring and burdensome to me. I was even afraid of hearing the notification tone of a phone call or text message."

Qin Lang's breathing slowed down and his heart ached. He was speechless for a while, and then he said, "You can't do this. You can't close your heart. I'll take you to exercise..." He couldn't say anything more. It was too unrealistic. He had been on a business trip for a long time, and this meeting was hard to get.

"Thank you for your kindness. Let me take it easy, it will be fine." An Yi picked up a piece of shredded vegetable with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly over and over again.

"Wait for me, it will be fine." She seemed to have said this many times. She didn't know who would believe her or who could understand her.

The two of them ate in silence and drank soup in silence. After an unknown amount of time, An Yi ate another round and felt a little uncomfortable, so he put down his chopsticks and stared blankly. He couldn't eat himself to death just to relieve the embarrassment.

At this moment, Qin Lang was heard saying, "I'm sorry, I always sent you letters before."

"What are you sorry for? You care about me and do this for my own good."

"It's good for you, but it also means I understand your needs." Qin Lang said sincerely.

An Yi looked up, it was great that someone said that. So she replied sincerely: "Thank you for understanding me."

"I've been on business trips a lot lately, it would be nice if I could be in the office more often. We can eat together at noon like before, take the subway together after get off work, and chat on the way." Qin Lang said with some regret. That time was so beautiful, if it was still like that, why would he bother her so often through text messages.

At this point, Qin Lang had a new worry: "You always come to work overtime on weekends. Is it too much work? Can you handle it?"

An Yi smiled. This kid was really worried. "I volunteered, just like you: I just work overtime for a while, I'm dedicated to my job."

"You naughty boy! Imitate my way of speaking." Qin Lang pretended to be angry, leaned forward and flicked An Yi's head very lightly. Then he laughed: "I thought you had the same miserable fate as me. My boss assigned me too much work."

"But it was very fruitful! You have no idea how proud Manager Lu is. He particularly values ​​the resources you have worked so hard to bring to the sales department. I've heard him repeatedly instruct his subordinates on the phone several times, asking them to prepare samples in advance and organize the salespeople to go to the event in an orderly manner. He also severely reprimanded several people who did not cooperate well, and his voice was so loud that the entire office could hear it." An Yi promptly provided the company gossip.

Seeing that An Yi had regained his former friendliness and liveliness, Qin Lang became even more indignant as to why he was exiled all day long. Even if he was so busy that he had to take off, it would be better for him to stay in the local area so that he would have more opportunities to spend time with An Yi.

"I suspect my boss has bad intentions towards me!" Qin Lang slammed the table in anger.

Bad intentions? To Qin Lang? An Yi's eyes widened. What kind of lewd words are these! Could it be that he has uncovered some shocking secrets! Ding Hong, Ding Hong, you have such a big appetite... Eh? Something is wrong.

An Yi came to his senses from the excitement of catching the boss's trick, and heard Qin Lang continue to complain: "Those customers should have been developed in batches, leaving enough time for maintenance and summary between each batch, but now the boss keeps compressing time and links. Although it is more efficient and has better results, it has made everyone, including the boss himself, upset, and it also carries greater risks."

People are in a mess? Boss? Is there? An Yi frowned and thought. In the apartment, the boss she saw was always calm and composed, and he was constantly plotting and scheming every day, so he should have a lot of free time. But she saw him in a meeting in the middle of the night, so he was pretending to be abroad.

"I suspect that the boss made a layout adjustment to keep me out of town." Qin Lang's analysis came to my ears: "But why? What benefit does it bring to the boss if I, Qin Lang, stay out of town? I'm not conceited. In fact, we have several businesses that I want to develop and maintain locally. My superiors have approved them, but they were rejected by the boss. He also assigned those businesses to others to solve, and even mobilized the staff of the head office. This has to make me suspicious."

An Yi listened carefully, and sneered in his heart: "Well, you have seen through Qin Lang's mind a long time ago and have taken so many actions. I really thank you. It's a pity that I took the initiative to report to you. It's really unnecessary."

But she didn't notice that Qin Lang's usually clear eyes were tinged with a dark color. Through An Yi's expression at the moment, perhaps her guess had a basis.

"An'an," Qin Lang picked up the water cup and drank it all, then looked at An Yi: "What do you think?"

An Yi didn't expect Qin Lang to ask for his opinion. No matter how much he complained, he still had to cover up for that man. Otherwise, he would be in trouble if he got himself implicated.

So she stammered, "I don't think so, boss. As we all know, he is a workaholic." She found her train of thought and spoke fluently, "Maybe he wants to improve his performance in the short term in order to win some resources."

"So - as employees, we should cooperate well to achieve greater success for Sun Technology." Qin Lang recited in a baritone voice.

An Yi was amused: "Are you writing the year-end report? You use small words so well!"

"You don't feel sorry for me at all. I'm so tired from traveling on business every day." Qin Lang acted coquettishly again.

An Yi immediately started coaxing the child: "Yes, yes, it's not easy. Just hold on a little longer, you will get through it soon."

His An An has changed. In the past, An Yi would complain about the evil capitalists, and would tell him to put his health first, and to just get by and not fight hard. But now, she advises him to hold on... As for why she has changed, Qin Lang's leading complaint just now is the source. She is afraid that he will continue to doubt.

Qin Lang couldn't help but blurt out: "An An, don't be afraid of pressure, don't force yourself to do things you don't like, if you need help tell me, I can be your way out."

After saying this, both of them were stunned. Qin Lang's words were very abstract, and he felt that he was just talking nonsense. But when he saw An Yi's anxious eyes, it showed that she magically understood what he meant.

Qin Lang was not relieved by An Yi's "understanding", but his heart fell to the bottom.

"I'm full, are you too? Let's go." An Yi stood up hastily and walked towards the cashier. She didn't even have the courage to wait for Qin Lang's consent.

Qin Lang sat in the chair without moving, surprisingly quiet, his mind was blank, staring at the dishes in front of him in a daze. It was not until a pair of fat and slightly rough hands appeared and took away the dishes neatly that Qin Lang suddenly came back to his senses.

"Your girlfriend is waiting for you at the door. She has already paid the bill." The proprietress' voice was slightly dissatisfied. How could a girl pay the bill? The man didn't drink, so why did he look so dazed? Could he be pretending to be confused to avoid paying? He looked so handsome. Fortunately, I looked at him a few more times just now. I envied the girl's good fortune. You can't judge a person by his appearance.

"Oh? Let me tie the knot!" Qin Lang realized it belatedly and looked for An Yi in panic.

There was something strange in the boss's friendly smile: "Someone is waiting for you at the door, go quickly." I hope this man can be more manly.

Qin Lang thanked him hurriedly, picked up his briefcase and ran to the door: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. How can I let you pay the bill? How much is it..." As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone.

"Okay, you treated me the last few times." An Yi pushed away the payment code he held out and said with a smile, "Let's go."

No, she was so confused. What should she do? How did Qin Lang know? How did he notice it? Did something unusual happen between her and her boss? Did anyone else notice it?

As he was walking down the stairs, his foot missed a step and An Yi fell down...

It’s over, it’s over, there are still several steps left! As if it weren’t bad enough, I’m going to fall flat on my face today. My knees and my face!

While An Yi was complaining wildly in her heart, a hand grabbed her tightly, and then her body was pulled back, spun half a circle, and fell straight into a broad embrace. She staggered a few steps again, but she was held tightly and felt safe. Finally, she and the embrace both stood firm.

"Thank you."

"Are you ok?"

They both spoke at the same time.

An Yi was still in shock, and raised her head with difficulty from the embrace, barely saying these three words. The moment she was grabbed, she knew it must be Qin Lang.

Qin Lang was also looking down at An Yi at this time, and he was equally busy. After they stood firm, he looked An Yi up and down, and then slowly helped her walk a few steps to check if she had sprained her ankle. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard An Yi's exclamation, so Qin Lang's nerves immediately tensed up and he asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Where are you injured?"

"It's you, your elbow!" An Yi carefully held Qin Lang's arm and pointed it out to him.

Qin Lang lowered his head and saw bloodstains on his shirt. He lifted his sleeves and said with a smile, "It's just a small matter, a superficial wound. Just put on a Band-Aid." He must have hit the wall or the door frame.

"Young man, there's a pharmacy next door, go and take care of it." The proprietress had come over at some point and was directing the two of them with concern.

After thanking him, An Yi hurriedly urged Qin Lang to go into the pharmacy, clean up the blood, disinfect with iodine, and put on a Band-Aid, all in one smooth process.

Qin Lang watched with a smile. He knew from An Yi's gentleness and skill that this must have been learned when she was bandaging her daughter. How much she must love her child.

I subconsciously reached out and stroked her hair, my emotions becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. Should I confess my feelings tonight?