The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Except for her forehead and temples, the cold sweat on her body had been dried by the breeze. An Yi's head was spinning. She tried to open her eyes several times, but she immediately lost her balance and tilted backwards. Her stomach also felt uncomfortable. She had no choice but to close her eyes tightly and lean against the stone wall. However, her brain was clear and unaffected.

Although it was very quiet and there was no one around, she still tried hard not to moan. An Yi sighed helplessly that she still overestimated her physical condition. After the misfortune at home, she fell ill twice but did not really get good care of herself. She was glad that she was wearing jeans today, so she could sit on the uneven and cold rocks without any care.

There were footsteps beside her ears. It seemed that there were tourists passing by. She just hoped that they would think she was tired from climbing and resting, and not pay attention to her, so as not to find out that she was abnormal. What if she met a criminal who took advantage of her weakness to rob her property? She was alert for a moment and listened quietly to the changes in the movement.

The footsteps were a little heavy. They should be the footsteps of a man, not a person. Although there was no conversation, An Yi could still easily distinguish them. Huh? The footsteps were coming towards her quickly. Did he really notice her by chance? An Yi's whole body was tense and ready to fight. At the same time, she tried to open her eyes and look at the person who came.

It's... the old... boss! Although her vision was blurry, An Yi still recognized him. Moreover, he was squatting in front of her. It was so close that it was difficult to see him clearly. A warm hand covered her forehead, which was still sweaty. At the same time, anxious and low roars came into An Yi's ears. She was weak and didn't hear clearly. It was a little hazy, but it weakened the power of the rage.

"What's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ding Hong's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and his voice was so anxious that it was even a little hoarse.

The woman in front of him didn't know whether she was unable to answer or her reaction was too slow. She didn't avoid him like she did in the past, but looked at him blankly. After a moment, she closed her eyes in pain. Her pale face, bloodless lips, and wet hair made Ding Hong's heart tighten. A terrifying feeling came over him: Was he going to lose her? He subconsciously clenched An Yi's hands, which were hanging weakly. It was indeed icy cold, even colder than last time.

"I'm fine, I just have hypoglycemia." An Yi's voice was so soft that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind. She was not surprised by her boss's behavior. She looked really scary when she had hypoglycemia, but her relatives and friends who had known her since childhood had already been trained to do so.

"Hypoglycemia?" Ding Hong was unable to react for a moment.

Xiao Yang, who was also frightened behind him, immediately responded: "Yes, I heard Miss An mention that she has a chronic problem of hypoglycemia." Ding Hong felt a little unhappy. He didn't know about this? But this was definitely not the time to care about these things. After a little thought, he said: "Call an ambulance and ask where the highest place they can go to wait. I'll carry her over." This was naturally said to Xiao Yang.

Before Xiao Yang could reply, An Yi had already forced himself to sit up, anxiously holding the boss's hand: "No, I... please buy me a bottle of drink. The sweeter the better. I will recover quickly. Really!" Before he could finish his words, he was already gasping for breath and coughing violently, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to cough, but he forced tears out, looking even more pitiful.

Ding Hong supported Anyi's shoulders, stood up, and pushed the weak and almost boneless woman against him to make her sit more comfortably. He patted her back gently to help her breathe. With a sigh, he told Xiao Yang, "Go, do as she says."

"Yes." Although Xiao Yang was also very concerned about Miss An's situation, he did not dare to look at the intimate scene between the two people in front of him. After understanding the boss's order, he left quickly.

You, you...

Ding Hong frowned and looked down to see that An Yi had slowly stopped coughing, but was still panting unsteadily, with eyes tightly closed, and tears shining in her eyes. I don't know if she wanted to push him away but was unable to do so, or if she was afraid of losing her balance. An Yi's hands seemed to want to raise, but she could only barely reach the arm that he was holding on her shoulders, and it was hooked there, so Ding Hong didn't dare to move rashly, lest the hands fall because of his movement.

Just now, Xiao Yang told him that An Yi was going to see the strange stone exhibition, and Ding Hong knew that things were not that simple. That woman was so in awe of him that she didn't even dare to stop at the store, so why would she leave alone for a stone? Of course, Ding Hong deliberately ignored An Yi's intention to buy food. He only had to climb a short mountain road to reach the Taoist temple. He had asked Xiao Yang to order vegetarian food there, so why did he need this woman to eat biscuits and bread?

But how could he have thought that just this short stretch of mountain road would cause the woman in front of him to fall down terribly? Ding Hong did not expect that An Yi did not want them to find out that she was unwell and was deliberately avoiding them. Instead, he felt that her behavior was suspicious and was worried about her safety, so he brought Xiao Yang to find her. When he first saw An Yi sitting there with a pale face, Ding Hong was filled with worry and anxiety. Now he was shocked when he thought about it. He was so flustered that his fingers trembled as he tried to touch An Yi's forehead. He thought his hands had become cold due to nervousness, but he did not expect that he still felt a shocking coldness.

"Boss, I've bought some water." Xiao Yang's slightly breathless voice sounded. Ding Hong then realized that he was so focused on the woman in his arms that he didn't even notice Xiao Yang's arrival. He didn't have time to observe Xiao Yang's expression, nor did he think about covering up anything. Seeing that there were several bottles of different drinks in the plastic bag in Xiao Yang's hand, he nodded and said, "Well done."

He bent down and carefully examined An Yi's complexion again. It didn't seem to have gotten any worse. He still let her lean against him, supported her back with one hand, held her face with the other hand, and whispered, "I've bought the drinks. Which one do you want?"

An Yi was actually in a state of half asleep and half awake. Her brain was a little lacking in oxygen and her whole body was cold, so she snuggled in a warm embrace. Perhaps she subconsciously knew that her boss was by her side, making her feel safe, so she couldn't help but relax her vigilance.

"Hmm?" An Yi rubbed his eyes dazedly, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the sunlight shining through the gaps in the shade of the trees. He quickly turned his head and closed his eyes again, like a spoiled child who got up early and stayed in bed, and then went back into the arms of his loved ones. Ding Hong held his breath for a moment, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

It seems, not right! Am I leaning on my boss? An Yi suddenly realized, but she felt weak all over, but the dizziness had improved. In order to avoid embarrassment, she pretended to be unaware and barely straightened up. She raised her eyes with difficulty to identify, and smiled at Xiao Yang with a slight smile: "Thank you, I'll have the bottle of peanut milk."

Xiao Yang quickly opened the peanut juice and handed it over, but before An Yi could take it, he was stopped by the boss beside him. Ding Hong ignored the slender fingers that stretched out to take it, gently placed the bottle mouth next to An Yi's mouth, met the pair of eyes that refused to reject, and could not help but persuade: "You are so weak that you can't hold it steadily."

Although An Yi was reluctant, she knew that the boss was right, so she had to slightly open her lips and sip the water from the boss's hand. When Ding Hong saw her take a few sips, he moved the bottle away, letting An Yi take a short break, and then handed it to her again, repeating this process. He was so patient that he didn't even show any sign of fatigue.

In fact, Xiao Yang didn’t know that this was the second time the two of them had cooperated in feeding water, so they naturally had a tacit understanding.

When a quarter of the drink in the bottle was gone, An Yi said that it was enough. Ding Hong handed the bottle to Xiao Yang, who had been stunned for a long time and then lowered his head deeply, pretending to be dead.

"Are you feeling better?" Ding Hong squatted down and looked at him carefully. He saw that An Yi's complexion had indeed begun to recover and his lips had gradually turned pink.

An Yi nodded gently: "Much better, just rest for a while." She was no longer dizzy and had regained a lot of strength, but it seemed hopeless to climb to the top of the mountain on her own. So she looked at the boss pitifully: "Can I take the cable car?"

A light laugh followed by a muffled cough. The one who made this series of noises was Xiao Yang, who was standing behind them like a sculpture.

Ding Hong was also very annoyed: "What are you thinking? Would I let you go hiking in this state?" If she was given a little lesson, she would dare to open a dyeing factory.

"Yes, you have always been considerate of your subordinates. I just wanted to confirm it out of habit." An Yi also felt that she had asked abruptly just now. But she knew that although she looked weak now, she would be back to normal in a while. What if the boss wanted her to exercise again? She had to be on guard, because she had learned from the past. An Yi really didn't want to exercise, so she wanted to take advantage of the heat to quickly confirm it.

"I see you are indeed much better. You still have the energy to think about these things." Ding Hong stood up and told Xiao Yang: "Let her continue to rest. I will be back soon."

The two people who were left behind didn't know what the boss was thinking, but they had no right to ask. Xiao Yang finally had a chance to express his concern: "How is it? Do you want to drink more?"

"Okay, thank you for running to buy me some water just now!" An Yi said sincerely.

"No way! Were you so busy arranging your schedule this morning that you didn't eat enough breakfast?" He remembered Miss An saying that being too hungry can easily lead to hypoglycemia.

An Yi tilted her head and thought: "Maybe, I don't eat much." Her stomach now seemed to have no idea of ​​hunger or fullness. Even if she didn't eat for a day, she wouldn't feel hungry. Suddenly, she hurriedly asked: "Don't tell the tyrant, lest he say I deserve it!" Then she covered her mouth and laughed.

Xiao Yang also laughed, but sighed in his heart: Miss An, even if the boss really said that, he was just speaking out of concern.

Ding Hong, on the other hand, had already found a lounge that provided smoking facilities with ease. He took out a long and thin cigarette from the box of cigarettes he had just bought, took a few puffs, and then extinguished the cigarette. He had not smoked for a long time, and now he was doing this just to calm himself down. The woman was sweating coldly, and so was he. He had just been bending over to feed her water, and now he was sweating again. He washed his face and neck with the cool water from the pipe. Although his collar was wet, it made him feel much more comfortable. Ding Hong suddenly believed in the saying of "emotional debt". Did he really owe this woman something in his previous life, and did he have to pay it back in this life?

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, it is said that the final destination of great scientists is theology, because there are too many unsolved mysteries in the desolate universe, which makes them feel great fear. And for a person who is called a love saint by everyone, is his final destination to believe in karma?

Walking out of the dark space, the bright sunlight shining directly down on him made him unable to open his eyes for a moment. He raised his arms to block his eyes until he gradually got used to the light.

What should I do? I'm going to get my comeuppance again! Ding Hong laughed at himself again and walked back to the woods with ease.

In the small room behind him, the half-opened box of cigarettes and the brand new lighter were placed on the table. Soon, a Taoist boy quietly entered and confirmed again that the kind man had not come back to look for them. Then he stuffed the cigarettes into his wide Taoist robe with surprise and left happily.