The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Is there something on my hair?" An Yi noticed Qin Lang's hand on the top of her head.

Seeing An Yi's unguarded question, Qin Lang understood that in her heart he might be a "pure and flawless" child. For example, he didn't believe that An Yi would be so natural in skin contact when applying medicine to other male colleagues.

Confession? Qin Lang shook his head. He had to wait until An An recognized his identity as a mature man before discussing this issue.

"What's wrong?" An Yi didn't get a response from Qin Lang. Seeing that he shook his head and moved his hand away, he asked curiously.

Qin Lang still had his signature smile: "I was mistaken."

After leaving the pharmacy, An Yi reminded Qin Lang of various precautions, such as how to change the medicine and avoid contact with raw water, and insisted on not letting Qin Lang send him home, so that he could go home and have a good rest.

Qin Lang was unwilling to leave, and stared at An Yi for a long time, as if he wanted to imprint her in his eyes, before nodding his head in agreement. The two parted at the fork in the road.

The cell phone beeped, and An Yi looked down and said, "Miss An, where should I pick you up?" He sighed deeply, replied with a secluded place nearby, and slowly walked towards it.

The next afternoon, An Yi and his colleagues returned to the company after lunch and unexpectedly found the door of the president's office open.

Could it be... Everyone looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then saw Manager Lu hurried out with a laptop computer.

"Go quickly." Qin Shan gently pushed An Yi. An Yi turned around, gave everyone a bitter smile, and walked away quickly.

Alas, Sister An An's relaxing time is over. A few people are saddened and scatter like birds and beasts.

Sure enough, just as he walked to his workstation, the phone on the desk rang. An Yi glanced at the glass wall, picked up the phone, answered briefly, picked up a pile of documents, and knocked on the door.

"close the door."

An Yi had just walked in and before he could see anyone, an instruction came from the direction of the desk.

I would close it even if you don't tell me.

An Yi rolled her eyes secretly and turned around to close the door nonchalantly. After what happened last night, she and him would always have a confrontation, but she thought that this man would not be back until tonight or tomorrow.

When she closed the door and turned around, she was frightened by Ding Hong who was standing behind her. She took two steps back and hit her head against the door with a thud, causing her to cry out "Ouch".

Ding Hong hurriedly pulled An Yi over to check where he was hit, but An Yi pushed him away: "You are so hypocritical! You stood behind me silently just to scare me!"

It's really... unfair. Ding Hong was helpless. He was just so angry that he wanted to question her immediately. The sound of the thump just now was not small. It must have hurt her, right? Seeing An Yi holding the back of her head and rubbing it gently, her face was full of anger.

Well, this knock successfully destroyed Ding Hong’s self-righteousness.

"Sit on the sofa and relax first. I'll get you a glass of water." Ding Hong suggested softly.

"No need," An Yi said irritably, "What do you want to ask? What do you want to accuse me of? Just tell me."

Ding Hong stared at her, speechless for a moment.

He originally planned to mention yesterday's incident lightly to show his noble character. But when he saw her figure through the glass wall, he was furious. He gave two random instructions to drive Manager Lu away and called her in immediately to scold her.

He put his hand on his forehead. Now, he just wanted to ask her if it hurt from the hit on her head. The momentum he had just had disappeared completely.

"I know what you want to ask." An Yi was too lazy to argue with him and got to the point: "Ask me if I regretted last night. Is it troublesome for not listening to you?"

"It's my fault." Ding Hong raised his head with a serious expression: "I have already noticed Qin Lang's intentions and should tell him the truth. But I was worried that you would not believe me and blame me for guessing, so I hesitated and did not explain the reason."

An Yi was stunned. What the boss said... was completely different from what she expected.

Ding Hong didn't intend to start with this. He had saved it for the last minute to get a hold of An Yi. Since he had already started, he might as well continue: "Besides, I stopped you that day just because of my sixth sense. Qin Lang applied to come back on Sunday morning, and he used a personal reason. As for when he would come back and where he would go after coming back, I really didn't know until Xiao Yang said he showed up at the company."

"Then do you know that Qin Lang may have guessed that there is a dispute between you and me?" An Yi's voice was muffled. This was what made her most confused and panicked. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned sideways in disgust and looked at the busy figures of her colleagues outside the glass wall.

Ding Hong put his hands back on her shoulders and forced her to look at him: "What's going on? Did he ask you?"

An Yi looked disdainful and said, "You are not the only smart person in the world. I don't know how he knew it, and he didn't say it explicitly. But I just know that he knew it."

Listening to An Yi's tongue-twister-like words, Ding Hong's focus shifted. He became jealous: "Oh? You two have such a good understanding. I'm really envious."

What are you talking about? An Yi frowned: "Shouldn't you think about where you have loopholes? Qin Lang can see it, will others know it too?"

"Can Qin Lang see that this is strange? He sends you letters every day, cares about your status every day, and even comes to me and asks Uncle Han about you. I rejected his two requests for leave to return. What's strange about him? Who would stare at you like he does? Why? Is he an innocent little white rabbit in your eyes? And I am a wicked person!"

Ding Hong became more and more angry as he spoke, and his words became increasingly harsh.

So there are so many secrets, all hidden from me, and I get angry when I can't hide them? So An Yi also got angry: "Everything is afraid of comparison. Qin Lang may not be worthy of the four words 'pure and innocent', but compared to you, he is three points whiter than snow."

"So, between me and him, would you choose him?"

What a ridiculous logic! An Yi was furious: "I won't choose anyone, and I'm not suitable for anyone. I've said it before. Ding Hong, you won't listen to anything I say, but Qin Lang is willing to respect me. This is the biggest difference between you two."

Respect, yes, respect.

Ding Hong was like a fighting cock whose tail was stepped on. His anger escalated again, just because he knew that An Yi was right.

"That's a nice thing to say! You won't choose anyone? What was that hug? What was your touching his arm?"

"I nearly fell down, but Qin Lang saved me! Touching his arm? I was applying medicine to him!" An Yi suddenly remembered something and sneered, "Xiao Yang followed you all the way without reporting to you? You have such dirty thoughts, why are you pretending to be confused!"

"Of course, Xiao Yang not only reported it, but also recorded it. So I could see your affectionate scenes clearly!"

"Video?" An Yi found it unbelievable.

"Yes, record the whole process." Ding Hong no longer cared.

An Yi was so angry that he laughed: "You have become so perverted? What? Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Although An Yi cursed happily, his hands were shaking slightly from anger. Seeing this, Ding Hong finally regained some of his rationality. But he was unwilling to accept it, too unwilling!

Last night, he was terrified when he received a report that An Yi almost fell down the stairs. When Ding Hong couldn't wait to see the video, he was still somewhat rational and repeatedly told himself to act in an emergency. But when he saw how An Yi applied medicine to Qin Lang, how he expressed concern with his words, the heartache and guilt in his eyes, how he held Qin Lang's arm while applying medicine and blowing gently... Ding Hong went crazy at that moment. He rushed out of the venue, found an empty small lounge, smashed his phone to the ground, and stepped on it hard.

Perhaps the thick carpet played a protective role, or perhaps his six-figure phone was worth the money. In short, when Ding Hong finally regained his sanity and picked up the phone, he found that the phone was not only intact, but was still receiving Xiao Yang's reports.

Seeing the message that An Yi had already gotten into Xiao Yang's car, Ding Hong finally calmed down. He made a phone call later, rearranged the schedule, apologized again sincerely, and finally changed the meeting place of the two minor trips to a few days later. He sincerely invited the other party to visit the company headquarters with his team and covered all expenses.

So, he rushed back at noon today, just because he couldn't wait to ask a question:

"An Yi, if I get injured, like Qin Lang, will you take care of me like that?" Ding Hong even felt that his question was very humble. What was even more humble was that at this moment he was anxiously waiting for An Yi's reply.

An Yi was stunned by the question, and then blurted out the answer: "No." After saying these two words, she hesitated. Is it true that she can't do it? If the boss was injured in front of her, could she just ignore it?

Before she could figure out the reason, Ding Hong was already extremely disappointed by the answer. However, Ding Hong was not an ordinary person. When he was extremely emotional, he would go crazy...

"Really? I'd like to give it a try." Ding Hong laughed creepily, "An Yi, last time you burned your hand while making coffee for me, I'll give it back to you today!"

He strode towards the bar at the back. An Yi stared blankly, thinking about what Ding Hong had just said, and didn't react for a while. But when she saw Ding Hong starting the coffee machine, she understood instantly.

"Are you crazy? Stop!" She shouted as she ran towards the bar. The yellow heat preservation lamp lit up, indicating that the high-temperature steam was ready. Seeing the boss put his hand on the water outlet, An Yi knew that she couldn't stop him in time. With a flash of inspiration, she deliberately tilted her body to make a falling posture. Sure enough, Ding Hong saw this and quickly pulled out his hand and ran forward to catch her.

At this time, steam gushed out of the coffee machine and no one was burned.

As An Yi breathed a sigh of relief, he felt his body falling, and was instantly hugged. Everything seemed to have taken him back to the scene in front of the restaurant last night, but when An Yi looked up, he saw that it was Ding Hong who was hugging him this time.

Ding Hong hugged her waist tightly and cursed: "Fool! Idiot! What if you really sprain your ankle? It's just steam. Even if it's high temperature, it's just redness and swelling of the skin. What can it do to me?" While talking, he checked An Yi's condition. Everything was so similar to Qin Lang last night. Of course, Qin Lang didn't scold her, but comforted her with gentle words.

An Yi felt a little resentful of herself at this moment. She was not angry because of being scolded. She was actually very happy, happy that the man was not hurt.

"You noticed it too?" A deep voice sounded slowly above his head: "You care about me, Anyi. You just came to save me. If I were injured, you would definitely take care of me, you definitely would."

What a madman! An Yi frowned, still trying to figure out these things.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong. The person's breath was slowly moving downwards. She raised her head cautiously and saw a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea, with emotions surging towards her, and his breath was already on her cheek...