The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Ding~~!! A long flute sounded, and An Yi regained some of her consciousness. She looked around and found herself standing at the bus stop, a little confused. Which bus should she take? At this time, she found that several people waiting for the bus were looking at her. Huh? What's wrong with me? A girl who looked like a student reminded her: "That person is calling you to get on the bus." She looked up and saw a blue car parked on the side of the road. At this time, the car window was rolled down, and the boss was leaning over from the driver's seat and waving at her... What's going on?

An Yi hurriedly thanked the little girl and ran towards the car without knowing the situation.

"Boss, why are you here? What's going on..."

"Get in the car first. We can't stop at the bus stop. Hurry!" Ding Hong said as he opened the passenger door.

"Oh~~" Sure enough, a bus was slowly approaching from a distance. If he didn't leave, he would be scolded. An Yi got on the bus without thinking too much.

With a step on the accelerator, the blue car drove away.

Ding Hong lives in a high-end apartment with a dedicated butler. He just notified his butler to send someone to drive his car nearby, as he needs to drive to the appointment.

He was too lazy to go to this party, but later he heard that the party was in the direction of An Yi's house, so he found a way to resolve such an embarrassing situation. After all, there was a guest he had always wanted to make friends with, so it was not a wasted trip.

Ding Hong was looking for excuses for himself. Anyway, he really couldn't let An Yi go on like this.

"Fasten your seat belt."

"Oh, okay." He fastened his clothes, looked forward blankly, then turned to look at the boss and was about to ask where he was going.

"I'm going to Jinxi Road, which is on the way to your house." It was not a question, but a notification.

An Yi was surprised that the boss knew the location of her home. Later, she remembered that she had written her home address on her resume, and she understood. She could only sigh that the boss had such a good memory.

I don't know the exact address, right? Maybe I just put her near my home? An Yi thought about it and asked, "Boss, do you need me to use my phone for navigation?"

Ding Hong glanced at her and said, "I'll take the Fourth Ring Road and exit at Xinning Road. Just tell me how to get there."

"Oh, then you can just drop me off at the Xinning Road subway station." She looked at the time and it was not yet eight o'clock, so it would only take half an hour to drive there.

"It's getting late, I'll take you home directly." Another order, An Yi pouted.

But remembering that her boss asked her to show the way, An Yi blinked a little embarrassedly: "I... I am road blind, the navigation is more reliable than me."

"It's not far from your home, right? Don't you know it?"

"No... I don't really know it." As if afraid of being criticized, he muttered quietly: "I'm better than my mother. If I know a road from east to west, and then from west to east, she will think it's a new road."

Ding Hong almost laughed out loud, but he coughed to cover it up. He thought, this is using his mother as a shield.

"No need for navigation yet, I have a general idea. I'll tell you when I need it."

An Yi nodded obediently, thinking: The joke my mother told was really good, and no one who heard it was unhappy. Hehe, I'm sorry, mom!

Silence fell in the car.

"Do you want to listen to music?" Actually, Ding Hong didn't care. He was just afraid that his subordinate would misunderstand his silence again.

"Song?" An Yi hesitated, causing Ding Hong to glance at her again. Is this difficult to answer?

After a second thought, he asked, "I noticed you always wear headphones when you're at work. What songs do you listen to?"

"I only listen when I'm working overtime, not when I'm at work." An Yi explained hurriedly.

"Huh? Why?" Going to work and working overtime are both working, what's the difference?

"Because... because..." Could she say that it was because she was a new employee and didn't dare to listen to music during work hours? Especially now she was sitting in front of the president's office. In fact, An Yi was not lazy. She was used to wearing headphones when doing boring work such as data statistics, so as not to be disturbed by the surrounding environment and not to be bored.

The question the boss asks requires an answer, so give him something he can accept: "When I work overtime, there are fewer people in the company, so... it feels better."

Although this reason seemed a bit misleading to him, it did make sense.

Speaking of this, he thought of another question: "If you are the only one working overtime, go home first. It's not safe."

An Yi complained in her heart: She worked overtime on Sunday and it was almost 4 o'clock, which was the time when people were leaving! Forget it, just agree to it first, anyway, the boss was just showing concern, how could he know the specific situation.

"OK, all right."

Is he really that obedient? He doesn't look like that. An Yi was perfunctory, but Ding Hong was not a fool.

“What music do you listen to?” This question was not missed.

An Yi was helpless. He hadn't gotten around yet? As expected, he was the boss. He didn't give any chances to escape.

Seeing An Yi stuck on this issue again, Ding Hong became even more curious. Could it be that he has some special hobby?

"My car stereo has Bluetooth, just connect it and listen directly."

Oh my god! Boss, don't you give me a chance to catch my breath and tell a lie?

Well, An Yi sighed and said, "English, Japanese, Korean and some Thai songs. Are you interested in listening?"

It was strange indeed! Ding Hong felt that he had grasped the right question. He could understand English. After all, he had worked in a Fortune 500 company. He also understood the languages ​​of several other countries.

"You are good at English, are you also good at other languages?"

"My English is not very good, and I don't know other languages ​​either." An Yi lowered his head again, making it difficult for Ding Hong, who was looking at him, to discern his expression.

"Not good? No? Then why listen to these? Don't you like Chinese songs?" Is worshipping foreign things so serious?

“I only listen to songs whose lyrics I don’t understand.”

"Ok?"

“Because most of the lyrics are sad.”

"Yeah." Ding Hong understood.

There was another silence. An Yi bit her lip, looked out the car window, and looked forward to getting home soon.

Ding Hong was silent for a moment, still looking at the road ahead, but he stretched out his right hand to turn on the speaker, pressed a few familiar buttons, and melodious music sounded.

Listening attentively: It's classical music, not the passionate symphony, but a very gentle piano piece. It's pretty good, just like those foreign songs, just listen to the melody.

Ding Hong continued driving steadily and glanced at An Yi. She was listening to the song very quietly and silently. If it weren't for her empty eyes, one would have thought she was asleep.

The car turned out of the roundabout and onto the auxiliary road. An Yi, who was nowhere to be found, also noticed it and started to look at the road.

As expected, he didn't know the way. Seeing An Yi had already taken out his mobile phone navigation, Ding Hong was speechless.

Following the guidance of the navigation, the car stopped at the gate of an ordinary residential area.

"No need to drive in?" Ding Hong looked inside the community gate and saw that the light was very dim.

"No need. It's too troublesome to turn around." Ziran saw what his boss was thinking and quickly unbuckled his seat belt and said, "The security in the community is very good, and my home is next to the gate, so it's very close."

Ding Hong nodded. He had done his best tonight.

After getting out of the car and closing the door, An Yi bent down and said goodbye to Ding Hong with a smile: "Boss, thank you for taking me home! Be careful on the road."

Ding Hong was distracted for a moment. This was the first time she smiled tonight. It was not easy. And the smile that finally came also infected him. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his lip: "Okay, goodbye."

Wow, was the boss smiling just now? Although it was only a flash. Compared to his usual coldness, this man looks good when he smiles.

The car turned around on the empty road at the entrance of the community, and An Yi politely stood there waiting for the boss to drive away. But the car stopped, the window rolled down, and the boss stretched out an arm and waved back.

Oh? You want me to leave quickly? I think so. An Yi hesitated a little, but still backed away slowly, while trying to judge whether he understood correctly.

The boss waved his hand twice more quickly, and this time he confirmed that he was asking her to hurry into the community. So An Yi waved to the boss again, and walked into the darkness without looking back.

The car started again and sped away.

Because it was Sunday night, the roads were smooth and my boss was a good driver, so we got home at 8:.

After taking a shower and washing up, An Yi sat on the sofa and waited for nine o'clock to come. She couldn't help but feel funny when she thought about how her boss was obviously worried about her safety, but he waved his hand coldly to send her away. She also thought about the tear-jerking scene she had added tonight, and her face couldn't help but feel hot.

Why do you always make a fool of yourself in front of your boss? Can't you change someone else?

By the way, what did the boss want to talk to her about tonight? It seemed that she had interrupted him. An Yi shook her head and decided not to think about it. She just had to get by.

Ding Hong was also thinking about what happened tonight. An Yi showed too many emotions tonight, which really caught him off guard.

He knew that the loss of marriage and family was a fatal blow to many women. But she usually tried to cover up the truth, which made him ignore that she, who always put family first, might have been hurt more seriously. Although he thought he had considered her a lot before asking the question, it still seemed not enough.

Thinking of her childish little actions, those funny words, and the light-hearted playfulness with colleagues, I am sure that her life must have been very smooth before, and she was well protected by her family. The innocence that she showed from time to time could not be faked. And what have you experienced recently? How were you pushed into the abyss unexpectedly? Ding Hong's heart suddenly trembled, and pity flashed in his eyes.

When the night comes, how do you take care of yourself?