The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

With the sharp turn, An Yi, who was not mentally prepared at all, was shaken by the car and couldn't help but scream "Ouch!". She was thrown to the left. Just as she straightened her body, the car braked sharply and pushed her forward by inertia.

Is this drifting?

Of course, An Yi didn't know the exact definition of drifting, she just had a vague impression of the drivers' swaying skills in Hong Kong movies. But even if it wasn't drifting, even in a quiet and empty neighborhood late at night, it wouldn't be suitable to show off the excellent performance of this luxury car!

"We're here." A cold, no, cold-blooded voice reached his ears. An Yi had no time to sit up straight, nor did he bother to restore his dignified and elegant expression that he always showed in front of others. He just said yes, hurriedly unbuckled the seat belt, hurriedly thanked the driver, and then fumbled for the door handle, eager to escape.

But the more anxious I was, the harder it was to find. The car door was so smooth, how could I open it?

Although the car was well air-conditioned, beads of sweat began to seep out of An Yi's forehead. She tried to recall how she got into the car and closed the door. Where did she pull? Oh no, she just got into the car, and the door closed as if it was sensed, as if it was connected to the boss's door. At that time, she was still sighing at the intelligence of the luxury car... Thinking of this, An Yi turned her head helplessly and pitifully to look at her cold boss.

At this time, Ding Hong looked straight ahead as if he had not noticed anything, with a little impatience on his face. He must be annoyed that he had not been able to "get out" for such a long time? But who told you that your employee is a bumpkin!

Biting her lip lightly, An Yi asked for help humbly and aggrievedly: "Boss, I'm sorry, I can't find how to open the door. Please teach me..."

As expected, the boss gave him a sharp glare. An Yi smiled and flattered him: "Your car is so dazzling and cool! Please forgive my shallow knowledge."

"Snap", the sound of the seat belt loosening.

An Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: the boss finally taught her how to open the car door.

She raised her head which was bowed in shame, and before she could turn to the boss, a wisp of clean fragrance from the sun on the clothes hit her nose, and then came to her ears... a warm breath!

Although there was only dim street light outside the car window, An Yi was not worried that her red face would be discovered. But she was still embarrassed and at a loss.

A slender, bony hand slowly reached out and pointed to the corner of the car door: "There is a button there."

Not sure if it was a psychological effect or something else, but An Yi felt that her boss's usually deep voice had a hint of bewitching at this moment, and the breath that came gently with the words swept across her red face, causing her brain to go blank and she couldn't concentrate on thinking about her boss's instructions.

"see it?"

"Hmm? Oh...ah?" An Yi tried to regain her scattered mind, not daring to move too much, so as not to touch the man who was so close. Although she didn't have the courage and opportunity to observe the distance between the boss and herself, it must be very close. Yes, no matter how luxurious the car is, it is just a car after all, and the space is narrow after all. The boss has a handsome figure, so in order to give her guidance, he had to get so close.

Alas, the boss was wronged! She must remember how to open the damn car door, so that it won’t happen again!

An Yi tried to find a reasonable explanation for the awkward atmosphere to ease her suffocating nerves. She slowly turned her head stiffly and looked in the direction of her boss's outstretched finger, trying to find the mysterious button.

"Haven't seen it yet?"

"Hmm... Hmm." An Yi's throat was so tight that he could hardly make a sound. He narrowed his eyes and searched around as best he could. He began to wonder if it was because the light in the car was too dim? Or was it because his mild myopia of more than 100 degrees had greatly deepened?

Then, An Yi felt his body being gently pressed against him, and the slender fingers pointed further towards the car door. The breath coming from the side of his face was no longer a snort, but a slightly warm temperature from another face.

"Mamma Mia!" An Yi almost cried out in surprise but she suppressed it in her throat. Her heart was beating wildly. This time, she was not nearly suffocating, but she had forgotten to breathe. She clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into the soft flesh of her palms, regaining a bit of clarity. While her limbs were still able to move, An Yi quickly groped for the position pointed by Ding Hong, but... where was it?

A soft chuckle was heard, so soft that An Yi even doubted whether he had heard it wrongly.

Before I could figure out what was going on, someone leaned against me from behind again. While I was distracted, the boss's slender hand touched the door panel like magic, and the car door opened!

An Yi blinked: It’s over, I didn’t see it.

The irritating warmth and weight behind him had disappeared. An Yi felt relieved and hurriedly adjusted his breathing to avoid being discovered by the boss and becoming a laughing stock.

An Yi knew that the boss's action was unintentional and he had absolutely no intention of overstepping his boundaries with her. She also had no bad intentions towards the boss. She just had a cleanliness obsession since she was a child and was unwilling to get close to others. Even among the same sex, even if they were close friends for many years, she could not hold hands or hug like other girls. What's more, he was a man, and he was a fierce boss who made her afraid.

If Ding Hong knew at this moment that his seductive actions just now did not make An Yi think of anything wrong, he would definitely be annoyed at this woman's stupidity.

Fortunately, both of them are masters at hiding their emotions, and only show what they want you to see, unless you hit their sore spot. But it's best not to, because that will inevitably be a raging tsunami that can shatter them.

Stepping out of the car lightly, An Yi still groped for the car door with the magic mechanism with his hands. Was this the area where the boss touched just now?

"Okay, go back and rest quickly. Aren't you tired enough?" Ding Hong's voice was low but inadvertently revealed a bit of pampering.

"Oh, sorry to have wasted your time." Thinking that the boss had to rush back to attend a meeting, and he was holding on to the car door. It was really... An Yi quickly let go of his hand in shame, and waved goodbye to the boss.

The connection was quite smooth. Ding Hong naturally saw An Yi calmly find the steps for his curious delicate hand.

With a simple "hmm", Ding Hong casually touched the button on the steering wheel, and the passenger door slowly closed. An Yi watched all this eagerly, as if she was watching a wonderful show, and at the same time decided in her heart that she must go online to check the secrets of this car. No, she must find out the details of each of the boss's cars, so as to avoid such a cowardly accident as today, which would make people laugh at her!

"Not going up?" came an angry voice.

An Yi found that the boss's car just turned around and did not drive away. At this moment, the car window was opened, revealing only the slender hand that waved at her impatiently twice.

Suddenly remembering that the boss always waited for her to go upstairs before leaving, An Yi hurriedly said goodbye again and ran into the corridor. She felt that although the boss had a bad temper, he was really gentlemanly in these details, even to an ordinary employee like her.

Watching the lights in the corridor light up one by one, and vaguely hearing the sound of keys colliding and doors closing, Ding Hong started the car and drove away.

Pushing open the security door, the room was dark and silent. The sound of the car driving away downstairs seemed to drain her of the last bit of strength to pretend.

The night in early July was getting hotter and hotter, but An Yi didn't feel it at all. Even a blazing fire couldn't drive away the desolation and loneliness in her heart. At this moment, she just wanted to be completely swallowed up by the night and become one with it.

Before the sun shines into the room, please don't force her to tirelessly search for light. It's so tiring... so tiring...

Ding Hong turned around at the red light at the intersection and habitually looked towards the small building on the street where An Yi lived.

Pitch black? He narrowed his eyes. In a flash, the car had entered the main road and was moving steadily forward. But at the next intersection, the million-dollar luxury car turned around and came back, stopping at the side road.

The car window was lowered, and Ding Hong stared at the low-rise building. According to the previous situation, the woman would turn on the lights in all the rooms after going upstairs. Even at three o'clock in the morning, her room was still brightly lit. Why tonight...

After closing the window, the car started again, made an unexpected turn and drove back into the residential area where An Yi lived, and stopped quietly downstairs of An Yi's house again.

No, there was no light in the room on this side, the whole building was pitch black. It was past midnight, and it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep, but Ding Hong just felt that something was wrong. Thinking back to how An Yi had been teased by him in the car just now, and how he looked like a curious baby after getting off the car...

Is he in danger? Or is he sleeping? Or is he licking his wounds alone?

Is it because she is too good at disguising herself? Or is it because her emotions change so quickly? Or... I am just being too suspicious.

Angry and upset at being disturbed, I wanted to drive away, but found that I couldn't move.

He took out his cell phone and decided to call her to resolve the turmoil. But if, if, that woman really just lay down and fell asleep as soon as she entered the door... Ding Hong didn't know if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

With a light sigh, I knew that she would eventually drive me crazy.

The number was dialed and it rang for a while before it was connected. A voice trying to stay awake came from the other end: "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Ding Hong held his forehead in sorrow. He actually fell asleep as soon as he entered the room? Is this woman a pig? She made him worry for nothing, and even ran back to confirm in such a shameful way! Fortunately, only God, the earth, and he knew.

"Well, sorry to disturb your rest."

"No, no. Please go ahead."

I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the microphone, and then I found that the light in An Yi's room was on.

Well, no matter if she was really sleeping or there was another reason, Ding Hong finally felt relieved when he saw the bright incandescent light.

"Did you save a copy of the meeting documents to your email?"

"Yes, I saved it in my mailbox." This is a professional habit I have developed as an assistant over the years, in case my boss suddenly looks for or updates the data.

"Very good. I'll give you an email address and send a copy. That's all."

"Okay, got it. Wait a minute, I'll get a pen."

So Ding Hong randomly gave a long-abandoned email address and hung up the phone. He looked up at the window again, started the car, and left silently.