The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

The meal for the two of them was quiet and peaceful, without any incidents and ended smoothly without any incidents in between.

The following scenes are also cliché: Ding Hong offers to send An Yi home, An Yi refuses, Ding Hong refuses to be rejected, An Yi accepts and no longer refuses. Both of them are secretly complaining in their hearts, wondering if they can skip this awful part next time.

Ding Hong wanted to save the step of comfortable rejection;

An Yi wanted to skip the step where Ding Hong proposed to send her home.

In short, they are like a pair talking at cross purposes.

After getting in the car, a trivial incident happened: when An Yi was sitting in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt, the boss was just buckling the seat belt. Their hands touched for a moment. It was a short time. If An Yi was not more sensitive to skin contact than ordinary people, no one else would have noticed it. What surprised her was that the boss's hand actually paused for a moment. She did not dare to look up to check the boss's expression. What if he showed a look of disgust? Wouldn't it be embarrassing? She couldn't help but complain in her heart: Did she touch the sacred and inviolable hand? It seems that she has to be more careful when she is with the boss in the future. His aversion to physical contact seems to be more serious than hers.

But recalling how the boss had dragged her from the intersection to the car, how he had helped her because of her injured foot, and how he had pinched her chin last time... How could she feel uncomfortable at all? Perhaps it was because he was the only one allowed to do it, and no one else could be allowed to touch him even with a hair.

Forget it, why bother with the big boss. If I had such a background, such wealth and status, I might be even more pretentious.

In fact, An Yi wanted to take the opportunity to confirm some things with her boss today, but she didn't know how to start the conversation, so she was silently organizing her words and looking for an opportunity.

He found that the woman was different from the usual silence. She seemed to have something to say. This was the third time she had secretly glanced at him while he was driving. Ding Hong had already noticed it, but he just thought it was funny and didn't say anything. He just waited for her to come to him.

"Well...Boss." As expected, she couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Ok?"

"I lost my composure in front of you again today. I'm sorry." How many times has this embarrassed me? The third time... An Yi was too embarrassed to think about it anymore.

"got used to."

Is there any sympathy in this reply? It's too direct. An Yi puffed up his lips in displeasure and couldn't help rolling his eyes. Anyway, the boss was looking forward when driving, so he wouldn't see it.

"Are you doing that look to me?"

Huh?! An Yi was so shocked that he sat up straight and looked at his boss, wailing in his heart: How did he see it? Did he just look over here? What kind of shitty luck do I have!

Ding Hong caught a glimpse of the woman's anxious expression from the corner of his eye, and he was very proud of himself. He decided to let her go out of his way. "What do you want to tell me?"

Yes, what was he going to say? An Yi was embarrassed for a moment, hesitating on how to start, thinking for a moment and then slowly said: "Boss, my life now... is actually very good. I know you sympathize with me and take care of me." The latter part of the sentence was so soft that it was almost inaudible. He turned his face slightly to hide his inner fragility, but he continued: "Although I am very grateful to you, I am ashamed that I have done too little for the company, and I have caused a lot of trouble..."

"What trouble?"

"I...am I not going to resign in three months? Then I will have to trouble you to recruit a new assistant to replace my job. But don't worry, I will definitely stand my last shift and hand over the work well!" An Yi's attitude was sincere, and he almost patted his chest to make a promise.

Ding Hong was disdainful and thought to himself: You have caused more trouble than this. I can find someone to hand over the work, but what about other things? But I couldn't say this to her, so I just said sarcastically: "Then I should thank you?"

"How dare I!" An Yi quickly denied, and anyone could tell that it was a sarcastic remark. "I actually want to recommend a successor for your reference. Qin Shan, do you have any impression of her? She has been working at Suntech for more than a year. She is mature, steady, generous and decent, and knows how to do things in moderation. I think she would be more qualified as an assistant than me."

Seeing the woman next to him talking endlessly about others and even belittling herself, this is really a weird thing in the workplace! I wonder what she is thinking.

"There are still a few months left, so it's too early to tell."

"Not too early, not too early! Think about it, you may not know her very well, and this period of time is just right for you to observe whether she is suitable. Then the time is about right."

Is this selflessness in line with the nature of modern people? Ding Hong felt that An Yi's behavior was strange. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He happened to catch up with a red light, so he braked and stopped the car suddenly. Although An Yi was wearing a seat belt, he still swayed forward.

How did I make my boss angry? An Yi clearly felt that his boss had a bad aura.

At this time, Ding Hong had turned his head to the side, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a cold and piercing voice: "Do you want to resign early?" If so, believe it or not, I will strangle her to death right now!

"No, no, no, I don't have such an idea!" An Yi finally understood why the boss was angry, and hurriedly explained: "I am already very embarrassed that I have only worked for half a year, how can I shorten the time? That's too unfair!"

Ding Hong felt relieved, but he glared at An Yi with a lingering anger. He continued to look forward, and when he saw the green light, he started driving.

"Don't worry about your replacement. That's not a problem."

"Oh, I see." An Yi answered honestly. She had good intentions and really thought Qin Shan was an excellent candidate. Of course, she also wanted to reiterate her firm belief in resigning. Could her boss's recent overtures and probing of her be an attempt to sugarcoat her so that she would not be embarrassed to resign? Anyway, she had said what she needed to say, and An Yi felt that she had a clear conscience and had done her best.

"Do you really think you're doing well?"

"Ah?" An Yi was stunned as he didn't expect the boss to continue this topic, but he didn't answer immediately. Ding Hong didn't urge him either, but just waited in silence.

After a long while, An Yi said calmly: "Yes, isn't it said that time is the best medicine? Sooner or later, it will pass."

Although he knew she didn't want to discuss it, Ding Hong didn't intend to avoid it: "Time is the best medicine, so what do we need doctors for? Just lie in bed and wait."

"I'm talking about spiritual medicine." Is the boss pretending to be confused? He's actually changing the concept.

"What is the difference between the body and the mind? If you are sick, you must be treated. If you can't be treated, you will die."

"It's not...it's not that serious. People go to the hospital to treat physical illnesses. How many people go to see a psychologist? This shows that the degree of harm is incomparable." An Yi argued unconvinced.

"That's why it's even more terrifying. Do you know how many criminal cases are filed every year due to psychological problems, and how many people commit suicide or self-harm due to depression?"

"I don't know, but what does it matter to me? Do you doubt that I would do the same?"

Ding Hong didn't answer, but didn't deny it either.

An Yi suddenly became angry, and his voice rose a few degrees unconsciously: "Don't worry! Even if it's for my family, I will live a long life!"

"What about the quality of life and happiness index? Do you think you will be happy if things continue as they are now?"

"I will. Being with my family is happiness, the greatest happiness!"

That's your happiness for them, especially for your daughter, but it doesn't mean your own happiness. Ding Hong shook his head secretly, and finally endured it and didn't say it, otherwise he would touch the woman's reverse scale again.

“Do you exercise regularly?”

Exercise? Happiness and exercise, this topic jump is a bit abrupt. An Yi was unable to react for a moment, but he didn't need to think too much and answered casually: "I'm lazy and don't like exercise."

"Exercise is good for your body."

"I know, I understand the reason, but I just can't do it!" An Yi firmly believed that he must not have the willpower to keep exercising, and asked curiously: "Boss, you love sports and exercise regularly, right?"

“Just a few times a week.”

"why?"

"Besides being good for your health, it can also relieve stress."

"That's because you like sports, so it's normal that you don't understand me. Isn't there a song called "Day doesn't understand the darkness of night?"

So you were waiting for me here! Ding Hong was very patient and continued to persuade her: "I think you are just afraid of being tired. In fact, you just need to adapt slowly. Everyone has this process. I am no exception."

"I don't like the feeling of sweating, and my body isn't suited to exercise."

This time it was Ding Hong's turn to ask: "Why?"

"Because I am physically weak and afraid of being tired."

"Have you seen a Chinese doctor?" If it is really a doctor's advice, then we need to make separate plans.

"No, I don't dare to see a doctor. The doctor will definitely tell me a lot of problems and prescribe a lot of Chinese medicine. I have a bad stomach and can't drink Chinese medicine."

Ding Hong snorted, obviously not believing it: "I asked you to exercise, but you said you were in poor physical condition. You refused to see a doctor or take medicine because you had a bad stomach. Are these all your excuses for being lazy?"

"That's true, but it's also true that it's not suitable. Especially sports, not everyone is suitable for them. Otherwise, how could there be people who die suddenly?"

"That's a very small proportion, and more people benefit from it."

"Since there is this ratio, it means there is a risk. Although I won't benefit from not exercising, I will also avoid the risk, right?"

This woman started to argue again! Ding Hong's good temper, which was rare to be good, had disappeared completely, and he stopped talking with a gloomy face. Forget it, I don't want to argue with her meaninglessly anymore. Since he won't listen to my kind words, don't blame him for doing it his way.

An Yi was speechless about the sudden coldness of her boss. She was just expressing her own views through questions and answers. Did she get angry because she couldn't win the argument? "Status determines the right to speak" is indeed the eternal way in this world! She could only mutter to herself that it was unreasonable. Of course, she had no mood or obligation to make her boss happy.

As they were almost at their destination, the woman beside him was obviously much more relaxed. Ding Hong was upset, and felt helpless about how to make An Yi not be afraid of him.

He asked these questions because he accidentally touched An Yi's hand just now. Although it was just a light touch, he found that her skin was as cold as ice. It was a hot summer day! Recalling the last time when her foot was injured, he held her hand. At that time, his attention was focused on her foot injury and he didn't pay attention to other things. Now recalling it, it seems that his fingers are as cold as today.

She didn't eat well, didn't sleep well, and refused to exercise. Her physical fitness was even worse than he thought! And she had no intention of changing.

Ding Hong parked the car and saw An Yi thanking him and saying goodbye with a warm face. He waved his hand and drove her away unhappily, waiting for the woman to go upstairs safely as usual before driving away. But the disgust and coldness on her face would make anyone angry.

"It's totally incomprehensible!" An Yi stood at the window and vented loudly at the black luxury car that had driven away and disappeared around the turn.