The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Helping An Yi to sit back down, Ding Hong frowned, pondering whether to send her to the hospital. He could only go to the hospital once a year, but because of this woman, he was almost a frequent visitor. After regaining his composure, he looked down and found that he was actually holding a boneless and delicate hand, and the fingers were crossed!

Glancing at An Yi's deeply lowered head, I guess her cheeks must have blushed with shyness. Is this caring about the welfare of his subordinates? Ding Hong thought jokingly, pretending to be unaware and continuing to hold her fair and tender hands.

"You need to go to the hospital for a checkup."

"No, no, there's absolutely no bone injury! Please give me some time to recover." An Yi didn't care about the embarrassment and hurriedly stopped him. He gently turned his ankle and carefully felt the pain gradually fade away.

"Boss, I can try walking again."

Looking at the joy and confidence in the woman's eyes, Ding Hong thought it was just a superficial injury, so he nodded.

"Then, please step back a little, thank you!" Strangely, the boss still didn't let go of his hand. Maybe he didn't notice it, or maybe he was more open-minded after studying abroad. Anyway, An Yi was almost embarrassed to death, and he was too embarrassed to say directly: Boss, please let go of your claws! After thinking for a moment, he came up with this roundabout tactic.

"Take a few steps slowly first, to avoid being bumped into again." He responded to his moves calmly and was far from trying to play tricks on him.

Did I bump into him? Did I? An Yi was not sure which direction he had tilted. Trying to recall, it seemed that he had fallen towards the table? Maybe the boss thought it would endanger him? No wonder he was holding on to himself tightly, it seemed that he was also frightened.

As expected, the richer you are, the more you cherish your life! How could a weak woman like me hurt his tall and strong boss? An Yi silently complained.

With Ding Hong's "personal" support, An Yi took a few small steps forward, and then slightly increased his pace. It really seemed that he was fine! Suppressing the fear in his heart, he timidly asked: "Boss, I want to take a few more steps independently to confirm."

Ding Hong observed that An Yi's foot had basically recovered, but he just didn't want to let go of the warmth in his hands.

Seeing that the boss didn't move, An Yi couldn't help but raise his head which was almost buried in his chest, glanced at the icy face, gritted his teeth and repeated what he had just said.

"Well, then you try it." Humph, don't cry out in pain if you fall! With disdain in his heart, Ding Hong finally took two steps back, silently clenched his hands, and retained that softness.

From small steps to big steps, walking back and forth, An Yi excitedly reported: "Boss, my foot is really fine!" An Yi was actually happier in his heart than he showed. On the one hand, it was because his foot had recovered, and on the other hand, he had finally escaped from the "devil's clutches".

As if to prove it more effectively, An Yi stamped his feet a few times, shocking Ding Hong so much that he almost yelled again: Even if it doesn't hurt, there's no need to demonstrate so hard! You're old, but you still do things so carelessly!

But he didn't say anything in the end, disdainful of showing too much concern for her and making himself look cheap.

An Yi had quickly walked back to the "culprit" - the boss's big desk, and respectfully pointed to the computer and gave instructions: "Boss, the data just now has been added, please take a look."

Ding Hong did not answer, but sat down and began to review it. He pointed out several places that needed to be improved and some deficiencies in the format. An Yi quickly revised it, reviewed it again, and revised it again. Half an hour later, the document was finally completed. They both breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other, but the warmth came to an abrupt end when An Yi hurriedly withdrew her eyes and smile. This move made Ding Hong silently shake his head: this woman was too wary and afraid of him, and she was reluctant to show any real emotions.

"Boss, is there any other data that needs to be processed?"

"Well, no more. Please send the file to my email for safekeeping." Ding Hong stood up and walked back to the sofa to sort out the pile of files. He added casually, "Hurry up. I have to rush back to attend a meeting after sending you home."

An Yi looked up in confusion, muttering to herself: Isn't it a meeting in the office? Oh, it's a conference call. It's more comfortable to be at home. But, I have to take the boss's car again... Seeing that the boss was concentrating on the work at hand, he didn't even look at her. An Yi bit her lip and endured it. Thinking that it was almost midnight, it was indeed safer to take the boss's car. Since she was powerless to resist, she had to try to persuade herself. What else could she do?

After confirming that the email content is correct again, press the confirmation button firmly - it is sent successfully.

Listening to the keyboard clacking, especially the last one, Ding Hong suppressed his smile, knowing An Yi's resentment and self-restraint. He was ready to listen to her nagging, but he didn't expect it would save him energy.

When the two walked out of the office, the huge company was empty. Only the lights in the corridor were on, making the other corners even darker.

Noticing An Yi following closely behind him in a series of small steps, Ding Hong could imagine her panic without even turning back, fearing that she would be left behind. If...some noise suddenly occurred at this moment, would she be startled and rush over to hug him? Ding Hong had the idea of ​​playing a prank, and secretly laughed at himself for being childish at times.

It was undeniable that he was enjoying the atmosphere and no longer being alone late at night.

Arriving at the underground garage, she saw the boss press the key, and a dark SUV turned on its lights. It seemed that the boss had stored several cars in the base camp. When she walked around the front of the car, she curiously observed the brand, but unfortunately she didn't recognize it. She only knew the logos of popular luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW. It must be worth a lot of money. An Yi shrugged and sat in the passenger seat, as if she had become accustomed to this scene, but habit does not mean liking it, and liking it does not mean you can refuse it, and even if you refuse it, it does not mean you will be agreed. What a tragedy for the little people!

She wanted to remain silent, but she couldn't save face. Although she didn't want to, the boss, such a big shot, had sent her several times out of kindness... An Yi hesitated whether to flatter him hypocritically. After all, she had many years of work experience and was a direct employee of a senior manager. In addition to communicating with major leaders, she was also responsible for a lot of external liaison work. If she was not good at communication, she would never be able to be an assistant even if she had excellent work skills and professionalism.

How about a little flattery? You need to be careful not to let your boss think that you like his "goodwill" that cannot be refused. No, forget it. If there is a misunderstanding and it escalates, it will be troublesome!

Just as An Yi was struggling with her inner struggle, she heard a cold voice that frightened her.

"Buying you some midnight snack?"

An Yi suddenly wanted to laugh. Her big boss looked like a god descending from heaven, but it seemed that every time he said or did something, he couldn't do without eating. But the boss might have the habit of eating supper. Apart from this late-night conference call, he must have a rich nightlife. She was not like a housewife who stayed at home after dark.

Thinking of this, An Yi acted flattered and politely declined: "No, no, I ate a lot of snacks at KTV last night, and I haven't finished them yet." Then he asked enthusiastically: "Boss, you still have to work in the early morning, do you want me to buy you some food?"

"No, I'm not hungry." He expected An Yi's answer, but seeing how thin she was, he couldn't help but ask.

The car fell into silence, and An Yi racked his brains again to think about whether he should speak.

I saw this woman fidgeting a little anxiously. What's wrong? Is it so hard to be with me? It's a good thing that I diverted her attention with kindness and sent her home late at night. Others have already used all kinds of fancy flattery methods!

Ding Hong also began to feel irritated and reached out to scratch his thick short hair that was neatly styled.

"Boss, are we running out of time?" An Yi asked anxiously.

"It's still early. Three in the morning."

"Three o'clock? This time is so awkward. It will probably be almost dawn when the meeting is over! Thank you for your hard work, boss." An Yi said sincerely. It is indeed not easy to be a boss. Those jealous people only see the thief eating meat but not the thief being beaten. Of course, this sentence is a little... not quite appropriate, but it is almost right. Anyway, she just muttered to herself.

In fact, the boss didn't have to work so hard, after all, his father was a well-deserved leader in the industry. Before joining the company, she had seen some news about Ding Hong making a name for himself with his own strength and trying to get rid of the title of rich second generation. She thought it was just talk. How many rich kids can really work as hard as their fathers? It's nothing more than using his father's money and connections to set up a company for himself.

But now she really doesn't think so. She has witnessed the boss's busyness every day. Who would say he doesn't work hard? What makes employees complain is that he is strict with his subordinates, but they also treat themselves with the same requirements. As for the right and wrong in his private life, it is not for her, a small employee, to judge at will. She just gossips and teases this respectable but hateful boss in private.

Ding Hong was unaware of the thoughts that were going through An Yi's mind in an instant. At this moment, he was satisfied with the rare concern and compliments from this woman, and his heart was filled with colorful dots like a breeze blowing across the water. But he remained indifferent and expressionless.

"I won't be coming to Suntech tomorrow. You can manage your working hours yourself."

Huh? Is this the benefit of flattery? It turns out that flattery never wears thin, but I didn't expect that such an unkind and cold boss would also fall for it.

An Yi also knew that he couldn't be too presumptuous, so he thought for a moment and then answered respectfully: "I have to update the monthly reports recently. It's okay for me. I can go to work on time tomorrow."

Ding Hong hummed and said no more. He had a deeper understanding of An Yi's ability to hold the position of assistant to senior executives of large companies despite her low education. Never asking for more is indeed a quality that people in power value very much in their subordinates. An Yi did a good job in this regard. On the other hand, this may be the fundamental reason why she did not have greater development. He also knew someone who was so capable but not very ambitious and lived in peace, and that was Uncle Han.

I have seen the highway exit, indicating that I will soon reach An Yi's community. Turning right onto the auxiliary road, Ding Hong saw An Yi's relieved expression, and he felt unhappy. It was the first time that I was depressed by the fear of my employees, but he was indeed not a friendly person, whether in the company or in private.

What was he doing? Did he really want to develop a relationship with such a woman? Ridiculous! Ding Hong turned the steering wheel sharply and drove the car into the residential area where An Yi lived.