The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

When he noticed An Yi's eyes were dodging and evasive, Ding Hong realized that his question was too abrupt, because he overlooked a key question: How long had this woman been divorced?

He had previously guessed:

The first situation is that the couple has just divorced and is eager to find a job in order to make a living and to avoid feeling too empty.

But she has always been kind and amiable, and has done things steadily, and has not shown any sensitivity or fragility in her interactions with colleagues.

That is the second situation: they have been divorced for a long time and have completed self-healing at home, so they can appear so calm and relieved.

He once thought it was the second one, but An Yi's expression just now showed that it was the damn first one! Humph, this woman's acting skills are good, she almost fooled him.

Looking at An Yi's sharp thorns like a hedgehog, the light and dark in his eyes, although he tried to hide his anger, it made his body tremble instead. Ding Hong was thinking about how to resolve the question that had stirred up a hornet's nest.

"An Yi, there is no problem with your work ability and professional attitude. It can even be said that they are really excellent. I hope you can continue to work at Sun Technology. You are a very good employee." Ding Hong's tone was serious and sincere, and he looked straight back into An Yi's eyes, allowing her to see more clearly that his words were from the heart.

He knew that this was not the time to scold or despise An Yi for misunderstanding him because of her sensitivity and fragility.

What he needed most was to clear up this misunderstanding so that An Yi could calm down as much as possible.

An Yi heard Ding Hong's words very clearly. She looked at him directly without disguising anything. She really needed to see clearly. She really needed to confirm it urgently! Otherwise, the surging anger, sadness, grievance, inferiority and unwillingness, etc., all gathered together, would be impossible to suppress!

She still had some sense left, knowing that the man in front of her was her boss, her immediate superior, someone she couldn't and couldn't afford to offend. If she really pissed off this man, maybe she couldn't just resign to calm him down.

And it is absolutely unfair to vent these emotions on your boss just because of what he said.

Maybe the boss did have his own intentions, maybe he did see some clues and wanted to test it. But An Yi understood that all this was true, this man just wanted to know the truth, he was not the perpetrator of her pain.

In an instant, my thoughts have already turned a thousand times.

Finally, the surging emotions in my heart slowly faded away. Although my back was still stubbornly straight, my eyes had drooped dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood. It's my own fault."

Feeling a sharp pain in his heart, how long has it been since he felt pain for someone? Ding Hong didn't want to think too much. Just when he felt that he was about to be exposed in front of her, he finally had the opportunity to end it.

The two adjusted themselves in silence.

A glass of water was pushed in front of An Yi.

"I've been putting too much pressure on you lately."

I didn't expect that my cold and harsh boss would reflect on himself? I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid that I would cry.

An Yi bit her lips tightly again. Ding Hong had an impulse to hold her mouth with his hands to save her poor lips that had been bitten to a pale color.

"This is dessert for both of you." The waiter showed up promptly, removed the main courses and replaced them with desserts.

"This restaurant is very famous, give it a try." After the introduction, Ding Hong was the first to pick up the cutlery.

An Yi's mind was in a state of confusion and he was unable to think any more. He woodenly picked up the spoon, scooped up a small piece and put it into his mouth.

Not knowing what the taste was, her tongue greeted the food in her mouth indifferently. In fact, in the past six months, how many times could she taste anything?

Fortunately, the cake is very soft and easier to swallow than fish.

"It's delicious." I should have been smiling, as the corners of my mouth were pulling as hard as they could.

Ding Hong's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes were filled with worry and pity. He did not hide it, because the woman did not dare to look up at him anyway.

Seeing An Yi fiddling with the cake bit by bit, I knew that her mood had not improved much at the moment. Perhaps she was in a hurry to heal her wounds.

"I'm done eating." Ding Hong put down the spoon.

"Yeah, me too." An Yi quickly put it down and looked at the dessert in front of him that he had only touched a little.

"Okay, go back and rest early." Ding Hong stood up. An Yi nodded and stood up immediately.

"I'll go with you to call a taxi." The two walked out the door. Hearing this, An Yi suddenly stopped and Ding Hong looked at her in confusion.

An Yiqing lowered his head and asked quietly: "Boss, I want to go to the bathroom. I won't bother you, I will call a taxi myself."

In fact, from just now till now, An Yi's head has been lowered like this. Ding Hong also felt helpless, and understood that in addition to shame, she was also trying to hide her uncontrollable emotions.

He sighed, knowing that he couldn't force it. He could only say, "Then you should be careful." He wanted to give her a few more instructions, but stopped abruptly, and just said "goodbye" and walked out.

Only then did An Yi look up at the tall figure, then turned around and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

I found an unoccupied cubicle, and with the sound of the door closing, the tears that I had been holding back until my eyes were red began to flow down.

She knew she was being pretentious, and she knew how stupid it was to almost explode in front of her boss after she had been suppressing her emotions so well.

What's the use of knowing all this? It's all because of her guilty conscience.

Last time, my mother mentioned the impact of divorce on her work. She is also worried all the time. She seems calm, but in fact, she is always on high alert. She works hard, but she is still worried that others will question her ability. While thanking everyone for their kindness, she is also sad about the family affairs that people talk about behind her back.

Although Qin Lang accidentally touched upon this topic last time, she understood that it was because Qin Lang was completely unaware of it, so she didn't mind.

But not today, and she knew it very well!

The boss' unusual behavior of inviting her to dinner had already made her feel uneasy. He mentioned Youyou even though he knew her marital status, and asked her whether it would affect her company with her children even though he knew she had taken the initiative to work overtime on the past two Sundays. These made An Yi wonder what the boss thought of her, what his intentions were, or what decision he wanted to announce.

What frightened her even more, and was the last straw that broke the camel's back, was that she saw a clear understanding in her boss's eyes, as if he had seen through the situation of her and Youyou's separation.

I have been working hard to smile, blend in, and forget in the company. I thought I did a good job and covered it up well, but is this going to become an open secret and be exposed?

Fear immediately filled her heart. She was not afraid of others knowing that she was divorced, or that her husband left her for a third party, but she could not accept others knowing that she had even given her child to someone else! She was a mother who could not even protect her child! Although it was only temporary, and although it was her suggestion and her choice, and it was for the healthier growth of her daughter, what difference did it make to others?

If this were the case, she would leave without hesitation. With pity in her eyes, she would absolutely not tolerate others pitying her separation from her child.

Youyou is her weak spot, and Ding Hong just touched her only weak spot!

An Yi didn't know whether she really hadn't digested her dinner or whether she felt unwell from crying so hard and so hard. Her stomach was churning and she began to vomit, tears and snot flowing freely.

A waitress who was passing by heard the noise and ran over to ask. An Yi was speechless, but the experienced waitress immediately understood the situation and not only handed her a napkin from above the door, but also gave her hot water to rinse her mouth after An Yi finally stopped.

I was so exhausted after all the trouble that I cleaned myself up and left the restaurant half an hour later, feeling very grateful.

At this moment, my stomach is empty, my heart is empty, and my eyes are empty. It's like the burden on my body has been temporarily lifted, and my soul can be temporarily freed.

An Yi staggered aimlessly in the twilight. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, so he just walked along the road. It seemed like he had reached a bus stop, and An Yi found a corner to stand there, as if he was waiting for a bus.

Did the woman know which bus she was going to take to go home? She didn't even look at the bus stop. Ding Hong watched all this from a distance, speechless.

Yes, he didn't leave. Even though she was just his subordinate, he was still worried about leaving a woman he knew alone in that state.

I stood outside the restaurant and waited for a while, hoping to see her get into a taxi safely, but she still hadn't come out for a long time. I went in to check, and saw a waitress asking her colleague to bring a cup of hot water, saying that a female guest had just vomited in the bathroom and was feeling very uncomfortable.

When An Yi came out weakly and kept expressing her gratitude, Ding Hong was sure that the female guest was her. In fact, he had already guessed it. This restaurant is high-end and niche, and it was Sunday night, so not many people came to eat.

Seeing An Yi walking in a daze, he followed slowly from behind. He didn't want to go forward because he was afraid that she would be embarrassed and also afraid that it would bring up her pain just now.

After some thought, Ding Hong realized that all the changes in An Yi tonight started after he mentioned the word "daughter".

He was too direct in what he said, but he had no experience in talking to women in a roundabout way. Not to mention in a relationship where he was always in the driver's seat, even in a business negotiation, they would not fall out just because of a few words, but would be calm and peaceful.

He was upset that he was so kind as to want to talk to this woman. He could have asked her directly as he did in the past and then they could have discussed the terms. Now that he was in such a mess, he didn't know how to clean up the mess tonight. Was he just going to follow her like this? He shook his head and reminded himself to remember this lesson.

Ding ding ding, the phone rang, Ding Hong took a look and saw that it was a familiar number: "What's the matter? It's so late, we all have to work. Is he? Exactly where is the bar? Okay, I know."

After thinking about it, he dialed another number.