The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi walked out of the CEO's office happily, feeling relieved. She felt a little thirsty and remembered that she hadn't had a good drink of water all morning. Her stomach had gotten better today, but she would still feel better if she drank more hot water. She picked up the cup and walked to the tea room, where she found Qin Lang standing at the entrance of the corridor, looking at her.

Are you here to see the boss? An Yi smiled and greeted him. Although Qin Lang's care and concern for her last night was just an apology, it also made An Yi have a better impression of him.

Qin Lang has actually been worried about An Yi's health. Last night, her pale and weak face looked as if she would faint at any time. When passing by the president's office today, he would observe An Yi's condition from a distance. If she hadn't been busy, Qin Lang would have gone over to ask about her situation.

Just now he looked over habitually and happened to see An Yi's bright smile when she came out of the president's office. He was stunned where he was. Qin Lang couldn't help but blushing at the roots of his ears as he let Sister An An see him being so silly.

"Looking for the boss? He should be free now." An Yi has already walked in front of him.

"I'm not looking for the boss. I just happened to see you going to the tea room, so I waited for you together." Qin Lang didn't like to lie and cover up.

"Oh ok!"

"Sister An An, were you okay last night? I have been worried."

"It's okay. I had a good sleep and I feel much better!"

"Then you didn't have dinner? I suddenly remembered this on the way. I should have bought you something to eat on the way!" Qin Lang regretted his carelessness and scratched his fluffy short hair hard.

An Yi patted his hand that was holding her hair lovingly: "Don't worry, I seldom eat dinner anyway."

"Ah? This is not good for your health! Sister An An, are you trying to lose weight? You are already too thin, you should gain weight!"

"It's not about losing weight, it's about keeping healthy! Many experts recommend it. Besides, I've already developed a habit, so I'm not hungry."

"Oh, you can't do this. You need exercise to stay healthy! Can I take you to play ball? Exercise will give you a good appetite and a healthy body."

An Yi had a headache: "I like the tortoise method of health preservation: not moving at all." This attracted more complaints from Qin Lang.

The two walked towards the tea room while arguing.

After turning a corner, Han Jingtian walked out thoughtfully and looked in the direction where the two people walked away.

Could it be that the girl Qin Lang saw off last night was An Yi? He recalled carefully, her figure was somewhat similar, but the rest~ he really couldn't see clearly. He also remembered the way Ding Hong stared at the girl just now, so he turned and walked towards the Human Resources Department.

Behind him, another pair of eyes also shifted away silently, and Li Xiaomeng walked back to his workstation.

At noon, An Yi finally had time to go out for food with the gossip group. She had been so busy these days that she hadn't left the house, not to mention the news outside, she had even fallen behind in some of the company's information. But it was okay, as the girls were enthusiastically giving her lessons. For example, how the sales managers were reprimanded by Manager Lu, the glorious historical background of Uncle Han, the boss who had been wandering around the company these two days, and Li Xiaomeng's secret flirting with Qin Lang had failed again.

Li Xiaomeng and Qin Lang? An Yi's eyes widened.

As Zhou Ya and the others nodded in unison, they couldn't help but smile secretly that Sister An An was indeed as interested in this as they were.

"Li Xiaomeng has always had a crush on Qin Lang. In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows it, but people involved are often confused by such matters. In addition, she has a cold personality. Although she has tried her best to humble herself, how can Qin Lang, who is so straightforward, discover Li Xiaomeng's shy and vague overtures. I guess it's more suitable for sunny boys to be straightforward." Millie is an incessant analyst, and she is indeed a love expert.

"Yes, but she herself is not strong enough, and she is keeping a close eye on other people's actions towards Qin Lang. Qin Lang has been communicating with Xiaoye from the customer service department these past two days. Look at Li Xiaomeng's eyes that look like a love rival. Xiaoye has a boyfriend, and I have a good relationship with her, so I reminded her to keep a distance from Qin Lang and be careful of being tripped up by others in the future. Li Xiaomeng is showing off her sovereignty in front of others, but is just waiting for Qin Lang to fall into the trap, which makes others very embarrassed." Judy shook her head as she spoke. Why should women make things difficult for each other?

"Isn't this just occupying something without doing anything?" Zhou Ya said disdainfully.

Everyone else condemned the vulgar metaphor, especially before the meal. Zhou Ya stuck out her tongue apologetically.

"My words may be a little blunt, but my point is valid. The girls who were originally attracted to Qin Lang have all backed off. Who can tell for sure whether Li Xiaomeng and him have made any progress? Office romances are generally not made public. Don't accidentally become the third party and offend Li Xiaomeng." Qin Shan felt sorry for Qin Lang.

"Of course there is no progress! I don't think a sunny guy like Qin Lang would like a queen type." Millie said disdainfully.

Everyone nodded again, imagining the scene of the little sun being put in the cold storage. Even if the ice could be melted in the end, how much energy would the little sun have left? Oh, I couldn't bear to think about it. Although it was early summer and the temperature was getting higher and higher, the girls still shuddered in their hearts.

Let go of this matter and start to bring up the topic of the big boss. The news about the little star Mei Ning last time was silent, which made the girls who were suffering from the gossips feel unsatisfied! I despise those reporters for not being professional enough. Why is there no follow-up report?

Seeing that An Yi looked confused and had no sense of solidarity, you and I told her about Ding Hong's previous relationships.

In fact, An Yi, who has always loved to read gossip news, has heard or seen relevant news more or less. But it is not as detailed as what Zhou Ya and the others said, and she was very excited to hear it.

Not wanting to be left behind, the other team members also used their best skills, and they were still discussing this topic enthusiastically on the way back to the company after dinner.

In a western restaurant at the intersection, Ding Hong and Uncle Han were eating and chatting. In fact, Uncle Han was mainly reporting to Mr. Ding some information related to the company that was outside of official work. For example, some rumors about the business and development of competitors, some undercurrents among the company's executives, etc. Although these things cannot be made public, their importance is self-evident, and they are all related to the company's development and business management.

The important matters were almost reported. Uncle Han felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip of water and took a break. He looked out the window leisurely and saw a few young and beautiful figures not far away. He couldn't help but smile: "Aren't those the assistants of our company?"

Ding Hong also turned his head. It was these people again! It seemed like a small group eating together. His eyes unconsciously searched for a figure. Today's work had come to an end, and someone should be free to eat. Sure enough, An Yi was listening carefully to what the girl from the administration department was saying, nodding frequently as if she had suddenly understood something. The girls were chatting animatedly, and it was obvious that it was nothing more than gossip.

"Isn't that An Yi? I heard she has been here for a short time and is quite popular." Uncle Han glanced at Ding Hong with a hint of meaning. Ding Hong did not respond and lowered his head to drink ice water. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and these female employees were wearing cooler clothes. Especially on weekends, An Yi wore a light green floral patterned skirt, and the skirt corners were blown up occasionally, revealing her slender white legs.

Although Ding Hong couldn't help but take another look, he was still unhappy: she was no longer a young girl, but she was still dressed so tenderly. Couldn't she wear something that matched her age?

Uncle Han seemed to be unaware and drank a sip of water, with a barely perceptible smile on his face. But when he thought of the information he got from Manager Sun of the Human Resources Department, he couldn't help but frowned slightly. It seemed that he would have to make more trips here recently.

Everything was calm in the afternoon, and it was the most relaxing time I have had in recent days.

"Youyou! Where's my baby Youyou?"

"Mom! Mom is back!"

Two people hugging each other, their parents looking at them and smiling, a wonderful weekend has begun!

After dinner, Youyou and Anyi's father were happily playing checkers in the living room, with the occasional shouting coming from them, while Anyi and her mother were cleaning the kitchen.

Mom asked An Yi about the company. Unlike You You, who was innocent, Mom was worried about her daughter's adaptation. Hearing that everything was fine, she felt relieved. After hesitating for a moment, she glanced at the living room and lowered her voice to ask, "Xiao Yi, do your colleagues know about your marriage?"

"Yeah. I know." An Yi was washing the dishes in his hands.

"Oh? How did they know? Did someone ask you?" Although he knew it would be impossible to hide it, he was still curious about the reason why they knew it.

"No one asked. I wrote it in my resume when I joined the company."

"Huh? Oh." She wanted to ask the reason, but her mother, who felt sorry for An Yi, was afraid of hurting her daughter, so she held back her words.

An Yi lowered her head to hide the guilt in her eyes. Her mother felt sorry for her, and she felt sorry for her mother too. Since the divorce, her parents thought that she worried too much and shared too much. If a patient explanation could reassure her mother, she would be happy to help: "I was originally hesitant about whether to write it down. There are indeed many problems if I write it down. But if I don't write it down, it will be more troublesome. At my age, my colleagues will inevitably ask about my family situation, and then I will have to start telling lies one after another to conceal it. That would be too tiring, and I don't have the confidence to make up a perfect story, so I think I'd better tell the truth. Anyway, I only plan to work for half a year. If it makes me feel bad, I can leave at any time. Don't worry."

Seeing her mother nodding with relief, An Yi smiled bitterly in her heart. In this series of explanations, she actually concealed something: Maybe she could lie and say that she had a happy family, but she could not pretend to be happy no matter what.

"An An, you've been playing for a long time! Would you like to do a page of your workbook?" An Yi walked towards the living room and called out to the grandparents who were fighting fiercely.

"Okay, I'll stop after I play this game well! Haha, grandpa is about to lose!" Youyou shook his head proudly.

"Grandpa's eyesight is blurry and he can't see clearly, and you didn't remind me, and you even cheated my Qizier!" Dad loved to tease Youyou the most. He always pretended to be angry, but the smile on his face made it impossible for him to be serious.

"Oh? Let me see what's going on with you guys." An Yi also joined the game with interest.

If it was before, An Yi would have urged You You to hurry up and not dawdle with a stern face, and kept nagging. But now, how could she bear to do that!

Looking at Youyou, it was like she wanted to hold her heart in her arms. An Yi was already trying her best to stabilize her emotions and not show them too much, and to teach Youyou the same way as before. But as long as she looked at Youyou, her heart softened uncontrollably, and any harsh words disappeared without a trace.

Youyou, my darling!