The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Mom! Why is it mom who came to pick me up!" Youyou threw herself into An Yi's arms like a beam of light.

An Yi hugged her and said proudly: "Is it a surprise? Is it a surprise?"

Youyou raised her head from Anyi's warm and comfortable embrace: "What a surprise! Isn't mom going to work this afternoon?"

"Yes, the robot helps me work." An Yi raised his eyebrows and imitated Youyou's wild imagination.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Sitting in the car, Youyou was still very excited, chattering non-stop about interesting things and news happening at school. Anyi also listened very carefully, agreeing or asking a few questions from time to time.

The psychological impact of divorce on Youyou is what she and her ex-husband are most concerned about and worried about. Even An Yi herself hasn't adjusted yet, so how can we expect a ten-year-old girl to do better?

Therefore, An Yi contacted her class teacher long before telling Youyou. Although she only said that her family had a family accident, the teacher roughly guessed it. An Yi asked the class teacher to help observe Youyou's psychology and learning dynamics, and tell her as soon as possible if there is any situation. The class teacher's surname is Mu. She is a beautiful teacher in her thirties with a strong sense of responsibility. Her educational concepts and teaching methods are relatively modern. In addition, she also has two children, so she is both a teacher and a friend to the students. An Yi and others have always spoken highly of her.

After hearing this, Teacher Mu expressed his great understanding and sympathy for Youyou's situation, and was willing to cooperate with An Yi's request.

Now, Teacher Mu still insists on communicating with An Yi every week about Youyou's situation, sometimes directly by phone, sometimes just a text message to report safety. An Yi and Meng Siqian are very grateful for such meticulous and caring for Youyou! They have expressed their gratitude in various ways, but were rejected, which makes An Yi and others feel that Youyou is lucky to have met such a good teacher.

In recent weeks, Teacher Mu has been sending text messages to report that everything is fine, which has made An Yi feel a little more relaxed. However, he still carefully picks up every tiny emotion or thought that might be hidden in Youyou's words, unwilling to miss even a single one.

Youyou picked up the kettle and drank some water to replenish the water she had lost from her endless chatter. An Yi drove while looking at her in the rearview mirror with amusement.

Before, An Yi and his family had two cars. One SUV belonged to Meng Siqian, and this hatchback family sedan was the one An Yi drove the most, so this distribution was naturally undisputed at the time.

"Mom, grandpa said he's going to make braised pork tonight."

"It's changed. Grandpa won't do it anymore!"

"Ah! Why?" Youyou pouted.

"Because mommy has to cook for my baby herself!"

"Really?! Wow great! What is mom going to do?"

"It must be my baby daughter's favorite, guess!"

"Cola chicken wings! Right!"

"Yes! There are also fried shrimps! Grandma said she would make your favorite potatoes and eggplant!"

"Wow! They are all my favorite foods. Thank you, Mom!" Youyou clapped her hands excitedly and gave Anyi a big kiss while waiting for the traffic light.

"Youyou, do you want to help?"

"Of course, I have to learn how to cook for my mother in the future. I also learned how to make wontons from my grandfather, and also learned..." Youyou started to talk nonstop again. An Yi touched her buzzing ears and listened to her baby with great interest. She was so happy at this moment!

After a pleasant and rich dinner, the next day the whole family went to a resort dozens of kilometers away from home and stayed overnight. They returned home at noon on Sunday and had a delicious bowl of noodles. Then they set out to Anyi's community to learn the flute. Finally, Youyou left leisurely in Meng Siqian's car, and Anyi looked at the car from afar until it disappeared.

An Yi felt empty and lost in her heart. She wanted to find a place to cry, but she felt that she had missed the opportunity to cry. She didn't cry when she first learned the truth, but only cried more than half a year after the divorce. Was it because she realized it too late? Was it because others said that her reaction time was too long? She hated that crying alone made her look even more pitiful and sad.

An Yi has always been strong in front of her daughter, and in front of her ex-husband and family. In fact, she admits that she is just showing off. She doesn't want to be in agony every day after leaving her ex-husband, and look miserable and helpless. That's too embarrassing, and An Yi can't accept it. In fact, she also wants to be weak in her heart, and she also wants to lean on someone's arms and cry bitterly, saying why she is so miserable and why she is so unlucky! She gave up her job and took care of the family wholeheartedly, but was abandoned in middle age! She wanted to cry and tell everyone that all this was unfair!

However, she couldn't find this person, and she didn't know who she could be so unabashed in front of. She hoped that there would be such an opportunity in the future. Walking in the shadow of the community wall, An Yi let herself move forward like a wandering soul, numbing her brain, and just walking towards the subway station by inertia.

Ding-ling-ling, the cell phone rings.

An Yi didn't want to answer the phone, but was worried that it was a call from his parents or daughter, so he picked it up and took a look anxiously.

Is it the boss?! An Yi looked at the phone, just looking at it quietly, not knowing whether it was because her empty thoughts did not come back so quickly, or because she was too surprised. She just looked at it silently until the phone stopped ringing. But before An Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, the ringing sounded again. Was it a psychological effect? ​​Why did it feel more urgent this time?

You asked me to work overtime on the weekend? Do you really think I have to work overtime on Sunday? They didn't reimburse my cell phone bill, so am I obliged to answer it? An Yi, who was already in a bad mood, stared at the ringing phone stubbornly.

The third ring of the phone made An Yi wonder if it was really urgent. Well, she compromised. She answered the phone with gritted teeth: "Hello, boss."

"Why did you take so long to answer?"

Are you still unhappy? Tsk! It's my rest time now, okay? An Yi rolled her eyes, and there was a hint of anger in her seemingly gentle voice: "It's too noisy outside, I can't hear the ringing."

It was an obvious lie. Ding Hong frowned. Well, I won't get angry with a woman who is in a bad mood.

"Well, two regional reports have come in. Do you have time to work overtime later?"

"In a while? What if I don't have time?" Can you add more time if I ask you to? An Yi's temper came back again.

"Well, we can do it tomorrow."

Eh? It seems that his attitude is not bad. He is asking me rather than making a request. An Yi's bowstring, which has been stretched like an arrow, has relaxed a little.

"Well... I can do it today. I'll leave for the company in a while." In fact, he was going to come to the company to work overtime anyway, but he didn't want it to become a habit for the boss and didn't want him to be controlled.

"Wait a minute. Oh, I'll be passing by your house soon. Maybe in ten minutes. Wait for me at the gate of the community."

"Um, boss, that's okay. I..." Before An Yi could finish his words, a beep and a hang-up sound came from the other end of the phone.

Oh! Really! An Yi glared at the phone and stomped his feet hard. He snorted loudly, turned around and walked quickly back to the community to go home and prepare.

Ding Hong saw all these actions, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead and shake his head. Instead of blaming An Yi, he hated himself for doing this unnecessary thing.

He was currently sitting in a car on the roadside opposite Anyi Community.

After the party last night, I rested in an apartment not far from An Yi's home. When I set out to return to my home in the city in the afternoon, I somehow ended up near An Yi's neighborhood. I happened to see An Yi watching her daughter get into the car, and saw An Yi's sadness, so I made the subsequent phone call.

Is it all such a coincidence? Of course not.

Although it was late last night, I could still drive back to my home in the city, but I felt so tired, so I stayed at Huihai Apartment nearby. This apartment had not been lived in for a long time, and Ding Hong thought it should be cleaned after picking up the items last time, so he had done a full cleaning.

How could I see An Yi at such a coincidence? Ding Hong was smart and it wasn't difficult. He estimated the time An Yi would arrive at the company every Sunday, minus the travel time, and he could roughly figure it out. And he knew that An Yi would definitely send her daughter off and head directly to the company. She chose to work overtime because she didn't want to face being alone in the room.

What if I didn't see him? Ding Hong hadn't thought about it. There were so many ifs. He had seen him. It seemed like a willful decision, but in fact, it was also a kind of inexplicable confidence and a kind of inexplicable fate.

The reason for making this call was even simpler. Anyone who saw her distraught and vulnerable appearance would be kind enough to help her. She was walking unsteadily and the weather was so hot, I really suspected that she would faint on the road.

In short, Ding Hong admitted defeat. He seemed to really sympathize with this woman, to the point of being overflowing with sympathy. He knew that this had already violated the boundaries between boss and employee, but he still couldn't help himself.

Well, this woman is too pitiful, so let's just do a good deed every day. Maybe he is about to turn thirty, and he is really old. Ding Hong sighed helplessly.

Seeing that the woman had appeared at the gate of the community, he drove forward.

"Boss, thank you so much for your help." An Yi went back and changed into a more formal outfit. She was going to take her boss' car to work overtime. She felt that her previous outfit was too casual.

"It's just a coincidence."

There was light music playing on the speakers. An Yi wasn't sure if it was the same music as last time. She knew nothing about this kind of elegant music.

She felt powerless sitting in the passenger seat. What she hated was what she got. She hated dealing with such arrogant people, but she always met them! Through the previous two experiences, she knew that she could just keep silent. It was a blessing in disguise.

Ding Hong drove while narrowing his eyes in displeasure. He said nothing again. Do you think I'm a driver? It's retribution to meet someone who is more frugal than you. The problem is that this woman chats happily with others, but she is just like this to herself! She understands that you are in a bad mood every time, but she treats her boss like air every time. Is it because she doesn't have enough dignity?

It's a thankless job! Ding Hong cursed himself again.

You can't spoil her like this! Who doesn't try to find topics to talk about when riding in a car with the boss? Although I hate taking advantage of the opportunity to flatter or seek benefits, it is the subordinates who have to be responsible for defusing the awkward atmosphere. Stop the music and don't give her an excuse to avoid it.

An Yi looked at the boss in surprise as he turned off the music. He was listening to it just fine, so what... was he angry about? He blinked and stared at the stereo in a daze.

Ding Hong snorted: I want to see how big your heart is!

"Boss, this music is very nice, what do you think...?" An Yi couldn't figure it out.

"Too noisy."

"Oh." Do you think light music is too noisy? Is there anything quieter than this? Maybe the boss wants to think about something, An Yi speculated.

Ding Hong glanced at the woman and saw that she seemed to have begun to reflect on herself and was proud of her decision.

"Okay, I'll try to keep quiet so as not to disturb you."

Hmm? This woman even found a reason for her silence! Ding Hong was dissatisfied: "No need. You can speak."

This... let me tell you? Nothing I say can be quieter than light music, right? An Yi was really depressed. Suddenly, he realized that if he remained silent without the cover of music, it would be a bit rude to his boss, not to mention that his boss was the one driving the car.

"Hmm?" The boss glanced at her again.

This is... the boss is still anxious, so she has to say it? What a weird personality!

"Boss, you've worked hard driving, do you want me to drive instead?"

"Can you drive this car?"

An Yi was speechless. He looked at the brand of the luxury car, estimated its value, and carefully examined the control panel with a bunch of complicated buttons. He felt that he didn't even understand the gear positions.

"No." She replied dejectedly. Even if she could, she wouldn't dare to open it. She was afraid that if something went wrong, she would have to sell herself to the company for life.

"Ah."

There was a silence. Ding Hong glanced at An Yi again, which meant: Keep talking.

An Yi gritted his teeth in hatred: I said something and you responded to me, leaving me speechless, and you even blamed me for not speaking! You are so hard to please!