The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

The car continued to move forward. Maybe it was because it was the weekend, or maybe it was because it was close to evening, the road was very congested, which made An Yi anxious: it would be better to take the subway at this time, which would be more convenient and quiet!

Ding Hong didn't care. Overtime was just an excuse anyway. Besides, there was an interesting person in the car, so everything seemed interesting.

"The traffic is so congested!" An Yi couldn't help but say, "Boss, how about I take the subway? It's faster this way."

"what about me?"

"This..." Also, leaving the boss alone? But: "Do you have to go to the company to work?"

"Ah."

She was speechless, she had to go to the company, the original form was stored in her computer. So, she could only continue to be trapped in the car.

Seeing An Yi so depressed, Ding Hong raised the corners of his mouth slightly without being noticed, and asked nonchalantly: "Do you have to go to the company to do your job?" He deliberately used her words to ask back, mocking her for ignoring him.

"Yeah." She answered unhappily, and suddenly felt a chill. As expected, she turned around and saw the boss squinting at her with dissatisfaction.

This is class. The boss can answer the same question with one word, but she is not qualified. She can only reply again: "Yes, my big data report is in the company computer."

An Yi annoyed herself: If she had known this, she should have put the file on a hard drive and carried it with her. After the second round of verification, the overall inventory data had been basically sorted out, so the data from each district had been included in the final summary report. Because the report was huge, it was not suitable to be sent to the mailbox. Moreover, as the basic database, this file did not need to be sent out.

She observed the traffic again. The car was moving at a snail's pace. When would she be able to get to the company, when would she be able to start work, and how long would she have to work? She complained again about her boss's untimely kindness, which actually slowed her down.

Couldn't this woman be more restrained? Her face showed dissatisfaction and complaints. How could a kind-hearted man like him feel? Ding Hong was a little angry.

"You! Go get the laptop from my briefcase. There is a black USB flash drive in the side pocket." Ding Hong said unhappily.

Hmm? An Yi looked at the computer bag on the back seat. You want me to work in the car? But that data...wait! USB drive? Yes, I copied the summary table to my boss on Friday! Hahaha, I am so smart! This is also An Yi's work habit. He will report important data to his boss in time for each task. The boss can choose not to check, but the employees cannot fail to report.

She grabbed the computer bag and held it in her arms with a satisfied look on her face. At the same time, she noticed that the boss seemed to be waiting for her response, so she flattered him in a good mood: "Boss, you are so smart! I can work in the car! Wow, I was worried that I couldn't finish it!"

Ding Hong remained silent proudly.

"Ah, I need your computer password. Please input it when we wait for the red light." An Yi suddenly realized that this was the boss's computer. Is this... appropriate? Will she accidentally see some top-secret files, or see intimate photos of the boss and some female star when she turns on the computer? Suddenly, the computer in her hand felt very hot.

"I say, just enter: eifj..." Ding Hong said a string of English words and numbers without any hesitation.

An Yi awkwardly pressed the keyboard and successfully logged in. Do I know too much? Yes, the boss will change the password when he goes back. An Yi felt relieved. Don't think too much, just get to work.

The pattern on the computer desktop is just an ordinary blue sky and white clouds. I log into my email, insert the USB drive, and quickly get back to work.

He let her escape in a moment of weakness. He glanced at An Yi who was immersed in the report, and faced the silence in the car again. But it was strange that he felt comfortable and stable. Every day, he was busy at work or having fun. It seemed that he was always in the clouds but his feet were empty. Looking at An Yi beside him again, Ding Hong's eyes were as deep as the abyss.

"We're here." The car was turned off.

"Ah? We're finally here!" An Yi gently stretched her curled-up body, and her legs were stiff and uncomfortable under the laptop. Seeing that the boss had opened the door and got out of the car, she hurriedly packed her things. The door was opened, and she looked up to see the boss frowning at her. She felt wronged: I have to pack up my computer and so many things before I can get out of the car, how can I compete with you, an empty-handed uncle, in speed. I'm really afraid of waiting, why don't you notify me in advance!

Seeing An Yi pursing his lips, Ding Hong was also depressed: I was kind enough to help you open the car door and get your things, but I made a mistake!

Ding Hong didn't know that his poker face always gave people a sense of arrogance and condescension. Of course, even if he knew, he couldn't change it.

Seeing the boss take away the computer bag that she had just packed, "So you're worried about your own stuff! Ha, I'm saving my energy!" An Yi, who thought she had guessed Ding Hong's intentions, thought disdainfully. It's not that she always harbors malice, but that high-class indifferent face makes it hard to imagine that he is doing something kind.

When getting out of the car, An Yi was surprised to realize that this was not the company garage!

"Is this... a restaurant?" An Yi saw the shop sign next to it. It was a courtyard restaurant with a small facade.

"I'm hungry, let's eat first."

An Yi looked at the time on her phone: 5:40, "Oh, okay." What else could she say.

"Boss Ding, please come in here!" It seems that the lobby foreman knows the boss. "The shopkeeper just told me that you are coming, and the private room has been arranged."

"Thank Noriko for me."

"Look at what you said, this is our own business."

An Yi was curious about when the boss booked this restaurant. The large courtyard was bustling with people and business was booming. She had never been here before and the name on the sign was unfamiliar.

Entering the private room, the room is quite large, with a TV, sofa, toilet, etc. The dining table is not very big, and there are only two of them. There is even a desk behind the screen by the window, just like a small hotel room, decorated in an antique style of the Republic of China. An Yi decided to check the situation of this restaurant online later, the place chosen by the boss must not be unknown.

Indeed, this is a restaurant with a good reputation, but many ordinary people are not familiar with it. This restaurant does not advertise or promote itself. It is opened by a friend of Ding Hong for fun. Because of its elegant style and outstanding dishes, it has gradually become famous in the rice circle. Just now, Ding Hong saw that the road was really congested, so he changed his mind and brought An Yi here for dinner. While waiting for the red light, he sent a text message to the restaurant manager. No matter how full the restaurant is, there will always be vacant private rooms to entertain unexpected guests. Ding Hong never doubted that he was on the list of guests. Apart from their many years of friendship, he also participated in the shares here. The share was not large. At the beginning, it was just a few friends who joined in the fun.

An Yi was most happy to see a desk. She had been working on the computer in the car for a while and her back and waist were sore. It was a blessing to have a regular place to work. She picked up the computer bag that her boss had casually placed on the sofa and walked towards the desk happily.

"Come and order." Ding Hong sat at the square dining table, with a smiling waiter standing beside him.

"Boss, I don't eat at night, so why don't I do the statistics here?" An Yi responded respectfully, but did not stop.

You don't want to eat with your frail body? "Come and order!"

An Yi frowned: The boss even forced others to eat. Thinking about it, she was not thoughtful enough. She really shouldn't let the boss eat alone. She walked to the seat opposite Ding Hong and sat down. She saw that the menu in front of her was in the style of imperial court cuisine. She was amazed by the exquisite dishes.

"Order two." A cold voice came from the other side.

"Okay." An Yi responded readily, but the dazzling array of dishes on the menu made her dizzy. Aren't the names too elegant? There were names like Red Plum Pearl Fragrance, Auspicious Dragons Flying Together, and Magpies Climbing the Plum Blossoms. Just looking at the names and pictures of the dishes, it was really hard to match them up. She needed to check the detailed description and ingredients under the names of the dishes. But reading them one by one was slow and tiring.

An Yi frowned slightly, examining the menu like a fortune teller. Worried that her procrastination would make Ding Hong angry, she quickly surrendered: "Boss, it's really hard for me to read, and there's no price on it." Her voice gradually turned into a grumble, and her face was depressed. Although An Yi has been a housewife for many years, she has accompanied her boss to some high-end banquets in the workplace before. When she is needed to order dishes, she has her own strategy: order by price. It will neither embarrass the host nor lose face. But today's menu without price quotes really made her feel troubled. What if she accidentally ordered something too expensive and the boss was unhappy? Of course, she knew that even a wealthy boss could afford it, but as an employee, she still had to be more sensible.

"No need to save it for me." So that's what he was struggling with. Should I thank you for thinking of me? Ding Hong laughed.

In fact, this restaurant has two kinds of menus. One is for new customers, which has prices and descriptions of dishes. The other is for regular customers, which has descriptions of dishes and specific ingredients. Regular customers have a general understanding of the prices of dishes, and most of them have a certain status and financial resources, so they naturally don't care about the prices, but are quite particular about the ingredients. The second kind of menu is also a symbol of status.

The waiter standing by also thought this female guest was very interesting. Most of the people who come here are regular customers, and even the newcomers are confused by the variety of dishes and pretend to be experienced. This guest's frankness makes people feel good, so the waiter interrupted at the right time: "Excuse me, do you want to eat meat or light food tonight? Do you want me to introduce you to the specialties of this place?" After saying this, he looked at Ding Hong to ask if it was appropriate for him to do so.

Before Ding Hong could speak, An Yi waved to the waiter and smiled: "No need to bother you. Thank you!" You must be kidding. Everyone knows that if you start introducing expensive dishes, you will feel embarrassed if you don't order them.

"Boss, it's up to you to decide. I seldom eat at night, so a light and small meal will do. Thank you for your help." Boss, it's up to you to decide.

"Yeah." Ding Hong understood An Yi's thoughts and was too lazy to argue with her. He looked at the menu and familiarly named several dishes.

An Yi wanted to remind the boss again that he couldn't eat much and asked him not to order too much, but he gave up after thinking about it, because the boss had money anyway.

The waiter agreed and left respectfully. An Yi secretly looked at Ding Hong who was replying to the message on his mobile phone, and said hesitantly: "Boss, it will take some time before the dishes are served. I want to work for a while. Is that okay with you?"

Ding Hong shook his head: "The food will be here soon."

Oh well. Looking at the computer bag in my arms, I felt full of regret.

"How much is completed?"

"The West District report is more than halfway done, and the other report is yet to be done."

"Well, we just need to finish the west section tonight. I only have time to check one tomorrow, as I have to go back to headquarters in the afternoon."

An Yi's eyes suddenly lit up and she quickly replied, "Okay, I understand." She was happy because she could relax again tomorrow afternoon!

Ding Hong was too lazy to care about An Yi who had transformed into a female gangster. He always couldn't understand why someone who worked so hard would often avoid him due to laziness or fear. These two behaviors and attitudes were originally opposite, but why they repeatedly overlapped or alternated in her, really interfered with his judgment.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and two waiters came in with food trays, which contained several refreshing and appetizing side dishes and healthy rice porridge.

Smelling the fragrant rice and looking at the fresh and exquisite presentation, An Yi, who was not hungry at all, was already hungry.

"Eat." Ding Hong took the lead in picking up the chopsticks. He was very satisfied with An Yi's expression at the moment, proving that he had made the right choice. He knew that An Yi's statement of not having dinner was not an excuse, and if he ordered a big meal at this time, it would make her lose her appetite.

Remembering that she didn't eat dinner, Ding Hong glanced at An Yi reproachfully, thinking that she really was ruining her body.