The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Checking the documents one by one and marking the useful contents with sticky notes, An Yi did it in an orderly and fast manner. Ding Hong was always on the phone conference, communicating with Manager Lu and Qin Lang, and confirming the risks and clauses with the legal and financial departments. During this time, he would also take away the documents that An Yi had sorted out to verify and compare the details.

Finally, the content that needs to be adjusted is clearly implemented, and the legal department forms bilingual terms in Chinese and English and sends them to the other party for confirmation. Manager Lu negotiates and Qin Lang follows up and reports in real time. Ding Hong will not easily take action until the critical moment. If he needs to show up, it is either a deal or a collapse.

Turning to look at An Yi's busy figure on the sofa, Ding Hong stood quietly by the side without making a sound. The glass of water in front of her seemed to have not been touched. The broken hair beside her ears slipped down from time to time, and she tucked it behind her ears again and again, but it ran out again and again to disturb her neck. Ah! A soft cry. An Yi took the slender index finger of her left hand into her mouth, sucking it while continuing to turn the pages with her other hand. After a while, she casually took out a tissue and simply wrapped the finger a few times, pressed it a few times, and then threw the tissue stained with a little blood into the trash can. These movements were as smooth as flowing water, and she didn't even take her eyes away from the documents.

For some reason, the action, which took less than a minute from beginning to end, was so clear that Ding Hong saw it frame by frame as if it was frozen. He knew that there was a medical box in the bar cabinet next to him, which contained band-aids, iodine and gauze, but he warned himself not to care about this woman and not to cause trouble for himself. He had been disturbed enough by this woman. He forced himself to look away and sat back in his large boss chair to check his emails. He heard light footsteps and knew that the woman was approaching.

"Boss, these documents have been marked." A pile of documents was gently placed on the table. Ding Hongwei turned his head and caught a glimpse of the tiny cut on An Yi's index finger, which was so glaring.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. I can't let you go back for the time being. This is a critical moment. If the other party insists, we may need to continue looking for evidence from these documents to fight back." Ding Hong's eyes seemed to be nailed on, unable to move away from those slender jade fingers.

"Okay, I also need to sort out those documents." An Yi didn't have the energy to pay attention to where her boss's eyes were. At this moment, she felt a little dizzy and a little cold. An Yi knew that she had a cold and wanted to drink a cup of hot water to warm herself up, but her feet were a little weak and she didn't want to take another step. She forced herself to stay alert and try to stay normal.

Ding Hong also noticed that An Yi's face was a little pale: "You didn't have dinner? Order some takeout for yourself." He guessed that it was because it was late and the woman could not hold on any longer.

An Yi quickly shook his head: "I'm not hungry. How about you, boss? Do you need me to order dinner for you?" Yes, the boss didn't eat, did he? I didn't even take care of him. An Yi felt ashamed of his dereliction of duty and lowered his head to blame himself.

Alas, she is quite good at making trouble for herself, Ding Hong sighed. Just as he was about to reply, the phone rang. It was Manager Lu. Ding Hong's eyes narrowed, and his intuition told him that there was a result. He picked up the microphone with his left hand steadily: "Oh? Good. Humph, you are quite sensible. You should contact Qin Lang and the legal department, and go through the agreement process again according to what we discussed today. No, there is no need to intimidate them. This is the first cooperation and they are allowed to have a chance to make trouble. I will be on duty 24 hours a day tonight. Report to me at any time if there is any problem. Thank you for your hard work, and please convey it to Qin Lang and others for me. Well, good, goodbye."

An Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the other side had finally compromised.

Ding Hong hung up the phone and raised his lips slightly: "It's solved. You've worked hard tonight."

The boss smiled! Was this the first or second time he saw the boss smile? An Yi felt much lighter and responded happily: "The boss works harder!"

"Let's go. I'll take you home." Ding Hong said as he organized the computer and briefcase on the desk.

An Yi hesitated for a moment, but didn't say no. When the boss was in a good mood, he couldn't challenge his authority and spoil the mood. He hurried back to clean up. Fortunately, he had arranged the documents neatly for classification, so they both finished sorting at almost the same time.

Turn off the lights, lock the door, and walk out of the company together.

Eh? Isn't Xiao Yang here? Following the boss into the underground garage, An Yi saw him sitting in the driver's seat. He was surprised and soon figured out the reason. The boss probably didn't know when to finish, so he let Xiao Yang go home to rest. As Uncle Han said, the boss is considerate of his subordinates and knows how to use people.

"Thank you for your help." Sitting in the passenger seat, An Yi did not forget to thank again, as the more courtesy the better.

"Yeah." The boss has always been very frugal with words, and An Yi has long been accustomed to it.

As I drove out of the garage, I was dazzled by the dim lights on both sides of the road. I closed my eyes out of discomfort and didn't want to open them again.

"hungry?"

An Yi was surprised that the boss asked this question again, and then realized that it was his listless state that caused him to misunderstand: "I'm not hungry. How about you?"

"I'm not hungry. Have you really had dinner?" Although it was a question, it seemed like he was waiting for her to admit it.

"Yes... yes, I ate it." An Yi naturally felt guilty, but in order to avoid causing more trouble for the boss, he insisted.

Ding Hong said no more. She had asked for it if she starved to death. The woman looked very pale, but she was so stubborn. He glanced at the time on the driving screen. It was less than ten o'clock. Didn't she usually go to bed at midnight? She looked so weak now that she was probably trying to increase her guilt! Forget it, let her succeed this time. I'll give her a day off tomorrow as a compensatory day off, so that she won't annoy him by being half-dead.

An Yi felt relieved when she saw that her boss stopped asking questions. However, as soon as she relaxed, the symptoms of a cold immediately came over her. She tried to cheer herself up and straighten her body to prevent herself from collapsing in the seat. The cold feeling became more obvious. She looked at the cold air coming out of the air conditioner and the boss's meticulous shirt and trousers, and gave up the idea of ​​discussing turning down the air conditioner. She held on a little longer. The roads were very smooth at night and she would be home soon. Hold on, hold on...

Driving onto the Fourth Ring Road, the originally smooth traffic suddenly slowed down. Ding Hong frowned slightly, guessing that there might be an accident ahead. The woman next to him didn't say a word. Did she really think he was the driver? Although I don't like employees who take the opportunity to flatter, I should also appease my boss appropriately, right?

He couldn't help but glance at the passenger seat, and found that An Yi was motionless and seemed to have fallen asleep?! Ding Hong wondered if there would be an employee who was so tired that he would fall asleep in front of his boss? Moreover, he was a male boss, so his vigilance was too low, right? Before he could think about it, the road ahead was clear, and there was indeed a rear-end collision between two cars. Ding Hong felt depressed, and stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

Soon they arrived at the gate of An Yi's residential complex. The silence of the woman beside him finally made Ding Hong feel something was wrong. He stopped the car and leaned over to check. He saw her already thin body curled up in the seat, her hands subconsciously hugging her arms, as if she was trembling slightly, and her face was a little unnaturally flushed.

Almost without thinking, he reached out his hand to touch her forehead. It was very hot. Damn it! Ding Hong cursed in his heart. Then he turned down the air conditioner speed.

An Yi was also suffering from a fever in her dream. The alternating temperature made it very difficult for her to endure. A large, cool hand gently stroked her forehead.

"Honey, I'm thirsty." An Yi murmured, and in a daze she thought that it was Youyou's father who was testing her body temperature with his hand like he used to do.

These words made Ding Hong's hands freeze instantly, and even more frozen was his angry expression.

Husband? Are you still pining for the man who left you? Still thinking about the man who separated you from your daughter?

I really want to wake this heartless woman up and kick her out of the car. I sit up straight and don't look at her. Ding Hong adjusts his breath in silence. Finally, he opens the door and takes out mineral water and a blanket from the trunk. He calms down and reminds himself not to argue with a person who has a brain burnt out. He turns around and gets in the car, gently covers An Yi with the blanket, unscrews the bottle cap, and gently brings the bottle close to her pale lips.

An Yi seemed to be really thirsty. She instinctively opened her mouth slightly in her drowsiness and slowly drank the water that was brought to her mouth. The person who handed her the water was just right and not too fast or too slow so that she did not choke. The coolness slid into her throat and also made her mind clearer. She tried to open her eyes, and what caught her eyes was the boss's always cold face like an iceberg!

Cough cough cough... Seeing An Yi choking on water because of fear, Ding Hong stood up and sat in his seat with a blank expression, looking out the window as if he was angry.

The woman's cough was so weak that he felt a surge of anger. Without turning around, he just handed the bottle of water to the passenger seat. An Yi hurriedly took it and drank a few sips to finally suppress her embarrassing cough.

"Thank you, boss!" An Yi was startled by his hoarse voice and quickly stopped talking. He found that the scenery outside the car was familiar to him. Thank God he finally got home! He secretly cleared his throat and said respectfully: "Thank you for taking me home. Please be careful on the road." As he said this, he prepared to get off the car.

"You have a fever, you need to go to the hospital." This soft voice finally made him angry and he couldn't ignore it.

An Yi refused without hesitation, "No, I just have a cold. I have cold medicine at home. I can take two packets of instant powder and it will be fine." Seeing that the boss was silent, did he... agree? He tiptoed to unbuckle his seat belt.

"Either go to the hospital or send you to my parents' house." Ding Hong wanted to explain that he was worried about leaving her alone at home with a fever, but he really didn't want to waste any more time talking to this woman, knowing that she would hesitate and refuse again, and even say three things in response to every word he said.

Sure enough, when An Yi heard this, she was so shocked that she stopped what she was doing: "No, no, no, it's so late, I don't want to disturb my parents. I..." She was still trying to explain, but was surprised to see that the boss started the engine and drove her back to the main road.

"Where are we going? Boss, I haven't gotten off the car yet!" An Yi said as he turned his head to look at the community gate that was getting farther and farther away from him.

Ding Hong snorted: "Didn't you say we were going to the hospital?"

An Yi couldn't help but shouting, "Where do I get that? I didn't say I was going to the hospital!" Did the boss hear her wrong? She had to explain herself quickly!

"If you choose between two options and don't choose this one, doesn't that mean you choose that one?"

Hmm? If she doesn't choose this, she doesn't choose to go to her parents' house, so it means she chooses the hospital? But she clearly refused to go to the hospital! What kind of understanding is this boss? An Yi was already dizzy, and looking at the scenery speeding past the car window, she felt even more dizzy. She had to continue to explain her true meaning to the boss, but Ding Hong didn't reply a word.

It was not until the car drove into the parking lot of a private hospital that Ding Hong turned his head to look at her and got out of the car. An Yi felt that she was sweating after all the trouble and her head was not so dizzy anymore. Maybe she was frightened by her boss and recovered without medicine! She looked out of the car helplessly, hesitating about what to do next.