The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Today the boss drove himself again! An Yi, who was expecting Xiao Yang to appear, was very disappointed. Although Xiao Yang basically didn't talk, one more person could help to relieve the silence.

She was already feeling very uncomfortable, and she saw her boss leaving the building and driving in another direction not long after. An Yi looked at this overbearing man with an icy face when he was angry, wondering how to ask him. Don't think she is cowardly, and she is so timid even to ask a question. God knows how much courage it takes to face such a tyrant.

"Um, boss, excuse me, my home is not in this direction." Could it be that her presence was too low and the boss forgot to send her home?

Ding Hong didn't explain anything, and didn't even glance at the woman sitting next to him. He just kept driving forward.

An Yi blinked. Did the boss have to go somewhere else first before sending her off?

"Boss, do you have anything else to say?" Finding that his question was still being ignored, An Yi turned his head away in frustration and looked out the window.

It was just seven o'clock and the sky was still bright. Should I refuse the boss again? As I hesitated, I found that the car had entered a parking lot and parked steadily. I saw the boss push the door and say, "Come down." He ignored me and walked towards a restaurant in front.

No matter how good-tempered An Yi is, veins popped out on her forehead. In fact, she is a woman with a bit of temper in private. Only her family and friends who know her very well can deeply understand this, because An Yi looks very virtuous and very deceptive. Outside, especially in the workplace, An Yi usually behaves gentle and friendly. She has a weak desire to win. It's just a job to make a living. She is always more tolerant to people and things, so naturally there are very few opportunities to reveal her true nature. Even if she occasionally gets angry, everyone thinks that she gets angry because she is forced into a corner, and there are reasons for it.

But today, right now, the little flame in her heart was flaming up. Even if he was the boss, he was too disrespectful! I asked him in a nice way, but he treated me like air! An Yi got out of the car and slammed the door, following behind him angrily. Okay, you big boss are so arrogant that you don't care about ordinary people, right? I'm not so shameless to ask again, and I'm not trying to get rich by currying favor with you. I'll just follow you, so what if you sell me, a middle-aged woman?

Hearing a "bang" sound behind him, Ding Hong turned sideways and saw An Yi with a slightly cold face, biting her lower lip, looking annoyed, silently lowering her head and following him without even raising her eyelids.

Is she... angry? In front of me, without even trying to hide it?

Ding Hong's brain was a little confused. Have any of his employees, including managers and supervisors, ever treated him like this? His brain searched for relevant memories. Not to mention his employees, even his friends and partners around him, either because they knew his personality or because they were profitable or had other motives, seemed to have rarely played the cold shoulder in front of him.

Of course he knew why An Yi was angry. Just now, An Yi kept asking questions, but he didn't give any answers. He said he would send her home, but he changed his route without telling her. It was indeed inappropriate for him to do so. Wasn't it because he knew that this woman would object and wanted to avoid trouble? And he was her immediate superior! She got angry just because she didn't reply. As a small employee, shouldn't she just bear it? It was better than being blamed, angry, or punished by him.

In the past, I got angry at An Yi, even scolded her and made her cry. I always saw her as flexible and patient, but today she was fragile again. Besides, seeing the boss who cared so much about the health of the employees, she was not grateful, but also had such a big grudge. This woman really didn't know what was good and what was bad!

A waiter had already opened the door of the restaurant and greeted them with a smile. Ding Hong nodded slightly, said a few words to the waiter, and pointed to An Yi at the back. Then he was led by the waiter to a relatively quiet dining area. An Yi just followed not far away. Seeing that Ding Hong was satisfied, he asked the two to sit down. Another waiter brought two cups of tea and menus and quietly left.

An Yi adopted the method of non-violent non-cooperation: he followed silently, sat when asked to sit, with no sadness or joy, surprise or anger on his face, and only slightly raised the corners of his lips perfunctorily so as not to give the impression of being sad, that was all.

Ding Hong was flipping through the menu in her hand, while An Yi was silent and tilted her head to look out the window, pretending to enjoy the scenery. Anyway, the boss had his own ideas, and even if he asked, he would ignore her existence and her questions just like before. Okay, then she would just ignore her and not bother her.

"You think I don't respect you, don't you?" Ding Hong put down the menu and looked at the angry woman opposite him. He tried his best to control his tone from being angry, although he felt that this woman really didn't know how to be grateful.

An Yi was a little surprised, thinking: Wow! This overbearing president can be so enlightened? Maybe he thinks I don't respect you? He sneered in his heart.

Yes, she knew that the boss insisted on sending her home and bringing her here for dinner to take care of her health. But from beginning to end, he was the only one who had the final say and made arbitrary decisions, which made An Yi feel that this was just a condescending charity from the boss. With such self-centeredness, did he still expect her to be grateful and repay the favor?

If the boss ignored her objection on the night of the fever, it was because her condition was indeed a little bad, and she wanted to be safe. But today's actions are far-fetched. Even if I look a little pale, I don't look so weak that I can't go home by myself? Do I have to be like a lapdog and disregard my dignity just because you are doing good deeds on a whim? At work, An Yi believes that she must implement all arrangements and orders of her superiors. It is her duty. After all, she is paid to work for others, and the boss's business is of course the boss's decision. But this does not include her private time and private affairs. Even if you are well-intentioned, you must allow me the right to refuse!

She had experienced more than one boss who was overbearing and domineering, but they were all used in official matters. Since she entered the workplace, she had only encountered Ding Hong, who interfered with her autonomy in personal matters. She was definitely grateful for the boss's kindness. An Yi believed that she was not a careless person, but she could not accept or bear such a rude crossing of the line.

Well, since the boss has asked, I should also respond. But An Yi had no idea how to start. Could she really tell such a strong and arrogant person how she felt? She could only look up at this arrogant man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, feeling a little aggrieved and unwilling.

"Forget it, let's order first." Ding Hong seemed to have lost his patience in waiting for an answer and pushed the menu in front of An Yi towards her.

Seeing that the boss was still giving her a way out, An Yi calmed down and began to reflect on herself. She might be too sensitive and self-deprecating about being interfered with in her private affairs. The boss was so busy that he probably couldn't take into account her request for respect. So she picked up the menu and tried to concentrate on flipping through it.

Ding Hong observed that An Yi's expression gradually eased, and the anger in her eyes gradually faded away, and his mood also relaxed a little. Although his eyes were looking at the menu, he thought about An Yi's anger just now. Thinking back to the night in the western restaurant, her emotions were as intense as today. It seemed that they were all caused by some non-work things during non-working hours, which made her feel that her self-esteem was hurt.

It seems that I have found the critical point of this woman, which is not to interfere with her private space. Once you cross the line, even if you are caring or helping her with good intentions, she will explode at any time, or think that you do not respect her and become angry to the point of losing her usual composure.

But if I knew, would I really let it go without intervening? Could I watch her not care about my health? Just like just now, even though I was annoyed by An Yi's unreasonable temper, I still didn't abandon her, but helplessly waited for her to calm down before ordering food.

Alas~~~ Ding Hong sighed deeply in his heart.

"Boss, I just want to order a bowl of porridge. What do you want to order? I'll go call the waiter over." An Yi returned to his usual respectful appearance.

Ding Hong had guessed that An Yi would at most order a bowl of porridge, so he didn't show any surprise. He signaled An Yi not to get up, and pressed the service button on the corner of the table, and soon a waiter came over. An Yi ordered a bowl of light chestnut and yam rice porridge. Originally, Ding Hong wanted to change it to a more nutritious tonic porridge for her, but he finally held back, lest the woman feel despised again.

I had to order a few more dishes, hoping that the delicious dishes here would whet my appetite. Ding Hong didn't realize that he had been making all kinds of compromises and considerations, because all of this was just from the heart, so natural that even someone as smart as him could not notice it.

The dishes came one after another, and Ding Hong left to go to the bathroom. Thinking of the homework Qin Lang had assigned, An Yi quietly took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the food on the table.

"Do you also have the habit of posting on WeChat Moments?" The familiar and cold voice came from the boss!

An Yi was so shocked that her hands trembled and her phone almost fell into her bowl of porridge. How did the boss come back so soon? She couldn't help but think that she was unlucky and quickly searched for an excuse in her mind: "Hehe, no, it's just that these foods look very exquisite, so they must taste even better! Hehe."

Hehe, what are you laughing at? Are you scared of yourself? Is he that scary? Ding Hong frowned. But... okay, I was just thinking about how to force you to eat, but you jumped in here yourself. He said leisurely: "Oh? Since you think it's good, eat more. This, this, and that, take them all. Yes, take this one too."

Seeing the mountain of food on the plate in front of An Yi, Ding Hong was satisfied. He thought his trick worked well. "Don't worry, you can add more if it's not enough."

Lamenting that he was about to be buried in the hole he had dug, An Yi had no choice but to stuff a delicate vegetable bun into his mouth. He almost choked when he heard the boss's words. More? Is this Qin Lang possessed?