The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

After Jiaxuan and Judy left hand in hand, An Yi looked up Amy's phone number and called her without hesitation. Amy readily agreed, saying that this kind of work was commonplace for her and was just one of her job responsibilities. After An Yi expressed his gratitude briefly, the two hung up the phone. Unlike the last training session, which was relaxed, work coordination did not require too much small talk or courtesy, which would only waste the other party's precious time and annoy them.

An Yi picked up his phone and started editing the text, carefully choosing words and sentences, checking for typos, including the usage of each punctuation mark. After confirming that everything was correct, he sent the text message to Ding Hong and continued with other work at hand.

About ten minutes later, the phone rang. An Yi picked up the phone and checked it immediately. It was indeed a reply from her boss, and the content surprised her: "No need, wait for notification."

Just a few words confused An Yi. Did the boss have time to come here today? Or did he think these documents were unimportant? In any case, this was the boss's order. She conveyed the content to Jiaxuan and Judy. Although they were more confused and anxious than her, they also knew that An Yi had tried her best. The boss's dynamics and intentions were not something they could easily guess. Well, since we have to wait for the notice, then wait.

At this time, Ding Hong was busy signing documents in the head office, and Amy was beside him delivering and explaining the relevant content. More than two years of cooperation made the two very efficient. Amy, who was very familiar with the operation of several companies, sorted and interpreted these documents without any mistakes. In fact, the documents that could be submitted to the boss for approval were all those she had strictly reviewed in advance. The errors marked in the documents that were rejected by her often made the major supervisors ashamed and admired.

After signing and approving the last document on the table, Amy asked, "Boss Ding, An Yi from Suntech just contacted me. She has some documents that need to be reviewed urgently and wants to submit them to me. Did she ask for your approval?"

Ding Hong thought of the text message and his brief reply, and shook his head, "I'll take care of it when I have time, don't worry about it."

Amy was a little surprised. Could it be some highly confidential or difficult documents? Why did the boss have to deal with it personally? Thinking of the differences between the products sold by Sun Technology and other companies, she thought she understood it clearly, helped Ding Hong get another cup of coffee, and then quietly left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ding Hong looked up and thought for a moment, then dialed the phone casually: "Xiao Yang, um, we'll leave in an hour and stop by Suntech on the way. Tell An Yi to prepare the documents that need to be signed and wait at the intersection. By the way, don't tell her now, my time may change, just let her know 15 minutes before departure."

It was 11:15, and An Yi, who thought she could relax and go out for dinner, received an urgent call from Xiao Yang, informing her to wait at the intersection downstairs of the building with all the documents that needed approval in 15 minutes. An Yi suddenly realized that her boss wanted her to entrust the documents to Xiao Yang. Indeed, Xiao Yang was more alert and reliable than others. Although minutes was short, she had already prepared the documents, and she only needed to find a sturdy paper bag to put them in.

There were still five minutes before the agreed time, and An Yi had already been waiting in the shade downstairs. Seeing the boss's black business car approaching, An Yi ran forward quickly with the paper bag in his hand. He habitually opened the passenger door and was about to hand over to Xiao Yang, but heard a familiar and frightening voice from the back seat: "Sit in the back."

"Hello, boss." An Yi blinked in surprise. Seeing that the boss didn't even raise his head, he was working on a portable computer with a stern face. An Yi said with a fluke: "I'd better sit in the passenger seat..."

"Then how do you explain these documents to me?" Ding Hong was angry. He was angry, very angry. Rather than being angry at the woman, it would be better to say that he was angry at himself. After a full week, when he saw An Yi again, Ding Hong was disappointed and helpless to find that An Yi's attitude towards him had not changed at all, and her eyes were full of fear and rejection. And what about himself?

He put aside the more urgent matters in his hands, and willfully squeezed out time and made excuses just to see her before the weekend, but in the end, he was once again irritated by her avoidance of him like a snake and scorpion. Ding Hong admitted that he had a violent temper, but most of the time he did it deliberately, just to intimidate those subordinates in the company who bullied him because he was young and inexperienced. As for An Yi, he really didn't want to scare her, but he was always provoked to get angry. Is it possible that his self-control over his temper is so poor?

Looking at An Yi again, she was not angry at all even though her words were ruthlessly interrupted by her boss. She just apologized respectfully with guilt: "I'm sorry, I was inconsiderate." Then she closed the passenger door, opened the back door and sat in quietly.

Ding Hong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and glance at An Yi who was taking out documents from a paper bag beside him. Why is she so obedient? That's right, this woman always talks about things based on facts in official business and never gets petty. She is completely different from the thorny her at other times.

Yes, An Yi was not angry at the boss' harsh words, but felt ashamed. He should have sat in the back row to help the boss review documents, but he did not expect the boss to appear, and he was frightened and wanted to escape. This was actually a dereliction of duty, so the apology just now was from the heart.

He took a document handed over by An Yi, signed it and handed it back to her. Whenever he focused on a certain paragraph or looked for a clause in doubt, An Yi would come forward to help him find the corresponding content of the document or explain it. This is different from the tacit understanding that Amy has cultivated over a long period of time. The tacit understanding with An Yi is more like a spontaneous aura rapport, not mechanical, but simply fitting. Of course, this is his one-sided feeling. As for that woman, Ding Hong would not deceive himself into thinking that she would have the same idea as him.

It didn't take long before more than half of the documents had been approved. Ding Hong, who was wholeheartedly reviewing the documents, was distracted by a faint but disturbing fragrance.

"Boss, is there a problem?" An Yi looked up in confusion. The boss seemed to have spent a little too much time on this document. It was clearly just an ordinary supplies application form. She was slightly nearsighted and would subconsciously look closer whenever she encountered confusion. Perhaps even An Yi herself did not notice it. Ding Hong secretly laughed at herself for discovering such a boring secret.

As An Yi leaned forward slightly, she, who was always extremely vigilant, forgot to keep a distance between men and women because of her concentration. A strand of black hair slipped down her shoulder. Was this the source of that gentle look when she bowed her head? His heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and the faint fragrance from his nose aroused his heart's wild beating. Ding Hong suddenly felt guilty, as if An Yi could hear this abnormal heartbeat. He suddenly raised the document and pretended to read it carefully, just to separate this woman from himself. However, he didn't expect the paper to pass over the tip of An Yi's nose, and the sharp edge instantly cut a small cut on her delicate skin. An Yi cried out softly and covered her nose, but her bare hand was pulled down by a big hand with distinct joints, and her chin was tightly pinched by another hand, forcing her to turn to the culprit sitting next to her.

An Yi was a little angry. Originally, it didn't matter if she was accidentally injured. In fact, the wound was very small and only hurt for a moment. But the tyrant's next series of actions made her hand and chin sore. She wanted to move away the big hand that was still pinching her chin, but found that the difference in strength was futile, because trying to avoid it made her more painful.

"Don't move!" An angry shout came, as if the big boss was even angrier than her, the injured person. An Yi couldn't help but feel angry. Shouldn't she be the one who shouted this?

When An Yi raised her eyes in anger and glared at Ding Hong, she was shocked by the face that should have been familiar to her but now became a little strange because of the close distance. The other party's slightly hot breath blew on her lips, and An Yi's cheeks instantly blushed. She was so shocked that she forgot to resist.

At this moment, Ding Hong's attention was focused on An Yi's small, round nose. The tiny wound had slowly oozed a small amount of blood, like a red thread hanging on the nose, and more like hanging on the tip of his heart. Without thinking too much, he asked anxiously, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts. But it's not just the nose."

Ding Hong was still staring at the bloody wound. After hearing An Yi's delicate reply, he frowned and asked, "Not only that? Where else is he injured?"

"And my wrist and my chin, they hurt! They're pinched!" He growled almost through gnashing teeth. This made Ding Hong focus on the woman who was being held by him like a trapped beast. At this time, An Yi's face was flushed, her eyes were filled with moisture, and her lips were bitten white. Ding Hong, who was shocked by his loss of composure, suddenly retracted his strength. In fact, he really just wanted to check the wound clearly. He felt guilty, but the harsh words on his lips blurted out uncontrollably: "Who told you to struggle!"

An Yi narrowed her eyes in anger when she heard this. If she hadn't been weak enough, if she hadn't taken into consideration that he was the boss, if she hadn't seen that the man really wanted to observe her wound... She was so angry that she didn't want to make a sound. She could only try to bite her lips harder, but she didn't expect her chin to be pinched again at this time.

"Let go, stop biting! Let go!" Actually, Ding Hong didn't use much force this time. He was very careful, but because his chin had been injured just now, the pinch, even if it was very light, triggered the pain just now. An Yi couldn't help but cry out in pain, and finally saved the thin and tender lips that had been bitten.

An Yi, who had endured to the limit, was about to explode, but his aching chin was gently held by a pair of big hands.

"I didn't mean to, really... Does it hurt?" Is this the voice her tyrant boss could make? Full of guilt and tenderness... An Yi's heart was alarmed: What is he doing?

Quickly turning his face to the side, An Yi, who had a strong sense of self-preservation, almost subconsciously dodged the attack and only replied vaguely, "Better."

At this time, she was still breathing and her face was pale. The remaining rationality reminded her: This man is your boss, he has no ill intentions, he just hurt me by mistake, which made him more irritable, and his strength was just too strong...

So, I persuaded myself that I should not only endure the rising waves of anger, but also adjust my state of mind as soon as possible. If I really go against this tyrant, what good will it bring to me?

A man who knows the current situation is a hero! I am a hero! Please call me An Junjie from now on!

Holding back his anger, An Yi could only rub his still painful and swollen chin roughly to vent his anger.