The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Flustered, depressed, crowded...

An Yi lowered his eyes to hide his fleeting disdain.

How could the boss, with his arrogance and strong self-esteem, really say such things? Besides, the headlines often report that you brought a beauty to support your celebrity friend at a premiere of a hit movie, a new play, a musical, etc. The last new product launch was also packed with people, not to mention which nightclub you called your friends to gather at was quiet?

But An Yi chose to keep silent and stop arguing, because his boss had plenty of excuses to deal with it. For example, there were staff, security personnel or familiar friends protecting him, or he could leave early, had VIP treatment, and so on.

She is a pragmatist. Since the boss has provided the best solution and the two will not meet again during the company, then the crisis is over. An Yi doesn't want to worry about whether the boss is a saint or a gangster, and she doesn't need to worry about it anymore. Just let each other go and the sky will be clear.

"I understand. I won't disturb you, boss. I'll be leaving get off work first." An Yi stood up.

Ding Hong glanced at her and asked towards the door, "Are you here?"

An Yi turned around and was surprised to find Xiao Yang standing at the door.

Xiao Yang replied: "Yes, the doctor is in the conference room." Yan Bi nodded to An Yi.

Doctor? An Yi understood the intention instantly.

"I don't believe you will go to the hospital to see a doctor. Your hand..." Ding Hong wanted to complain, but then he remembered this woman's stubborn temper and decided to say less and make fewer mistakes: "Since you've invited me here, you have to pay the medical fee even if you don't want to see the doctor. Go ahead." Then he ordered Xiao Yang to take the documents on the table and An Yi out.

The door closed behind him. An Yi was in a mixed mood. His boss's behavior was so fascinating, sometimes like a devil and sometimes like an angel. He suddenly became curious about his zodiac sign. He might ask Xiao Yang about it when he had a chance, or maybe he could find some information online. But the saying is right: you have to pay even if you don't read it. So he followed Xiao Yang to the meeting room silently.

Ding Hong did not get up from the sofa at this time, but pinched his eyebrows which were hurt by frowning.

The first net didn't catch any fish, the second net didn't dare to catch any fish even if he wanted to, the third net... Now that he had lost the advantage of being close to the water, he didn't even know how and where to cast the fishing net. He could only brainwash himself: take this opportunity to give each other an environment where they could forcibly break away from each other's restraints and not interfere with each other.

Yes! It has to be!

An Yi's home. She put the takeaway paper bag on the dining table and looked through the food inside. Unfortunately, she had no appetite at all. She went to the sofa and lay on her side with her eyes closed. After a while, she raised her arms in the air and looked at them quietly. Both hands were treated with medicine again. The doctor said that if the treatment was timely and appropriate, it would heal in three to five days. Just avoid bumping the wound in the next two days. Later, Xiao Yang insisted on sending her home and ordered a lot of takeout.

I am tired mentally and physically. In short, I am very tired. I can't sleep and I feel tired when I wake up.

Today's events came to her mind again but she was eager to dismiss them. Not to mention today's events, she didn't want to recall recent events. She supported herself listlessly and turned on all the audio and video equipment in the house that could make noises, making herself lose the ability to think as much as possible, waiting for her daughter's phone call at night to awaken all the functions of her body.

Two beeps, it's the text message ringtone of a cell phone.

"I'm back. I'll be at work tomorrow."

It was a letter from Miss Fan. An Yi frowned, then deleted it and pretended that he had never received it, thinking: I have even avoided your brother Xiao Jiang, how can I have the energy to deal with you?

But soon, she learned from Fan Jiaer what it meant to "do whatever one wants and act recklessly."

"I'm sorry, my English is not good and I can't help you.", "I'm sorry, this matter is beyond my job scope.", "I'm sorry, you see my hand is injured and it's very difficult for me to type on the keyboard, and this data is very urgent..." An Yi pretended to concentrate on his work and casually dismissed an unreasonable request from Miss Fan.

Fan Jiaer was wearing a well-tailored cream-white suit, with a demure makeup and a dignified posture. She said in a sweet voice, "I just want you to help with the layout, it will be quick! Or... you talk and I do it, how about that? I'm considerate!" Seeing that An Yi still disagreed, she smiled and said, "Okay, I won't take up your working time, then I'll wait until your lunch break."

An Yi stopped what he was doing, turned around helplessly and was about to reply when he saw someone walking hurriedly not far away.

Xiao Yang!

Fan Jiaer turned her head and looked as An Yi did, and said lazily: "Someone else is coming? If I were a tiger, would I eat you? These waves." But there was no surprise on An Yi's face, only a bitter smile.

"Ms. Fan, Mr. Ding said he has sent you a letter and invites you to lunch at noon." Xiao Yang said with a bow.

Jiaer waved her hand casually: "No, no, I replied to him! I have something to do."

"President Ding also invited you to visit the headquarters this afternoon and sent me to pick you up..."

"No! I won't go!"

"Mr. Ding will not come to Suntech to work in the near future..."

"What does it have to do with him?" Jia Er's well-maintained friendly image was completely broken. She said in annoyance, "I have already told your boss Ding clearly at the beginning: I am here for an internship at Suntech, not his follower. Don't send anyone here anymore. Let me be quiet and concentrate on completing my internship, okay?"

Xiao Yang hesitated, not knowing how to continue the conversation, and looked at An Yi helplessly, and An Yi gave him an even more desperate expression. If the boss had not arranged several groups of people to ask the young lady to move elsewhere, An Yi would have suspected that Fan Jiaer had replaced the boss to continue to torture him.

Every day, he would come and stroll for two or three hours and then leave. There was no pattern in the morning and afternoon. He was dressed elegantly and meticulously in his professional attire, but he sat back next to An Yi without permission. The eldest lady said: "Boss Ding is not here, so are you sitting in the CEO's office as a monitor? I'm here to learn skills."

To put it nicely, the young lady not only did not do her job, but also unreasonably threw a graduation thesis at An Yi and pestered her to revise it.

An Yi said nothing and immediately sent an email to report to Ding Hong.

The boss was very helpful and called Fan Jiaer, but she didn't answer the phone at all and put the boss on the blacklist in front of An Yi. Then the boss sent Amy to help.

Amy, she was a school beauty and a top student who won scholarships every year, and she was many times better than a third-rate college student like me. But what did Fan Jiaer say: "Sister Amy, your level is too high, and the tutor can easily recognize that someone is ghostwriting. An Yi is more suitable." Amy was about to persuade her with kind words, but Fan Jiaer picked up her small bag and said that she had something to do and left first, leaving Amy and An Yi looking at each other in bewilderment.

But her boss was not easy to get rid of. The next day, Amy came again and waited for half a day before the eldest lady finally showed up. But she said, "I don't want to write today. I don't have any idea." So the three women just stared at each other.

Amy was already very busy with work and couldn't afford to delay, so she must have explained the situation to her boss and never showed up again. Then Uncle Han came to persuade Fan Jiaer to go to the headquarters for an internship, but as usual he returned empty-handed.

In just three days, so many things happened. An Yi said he didn't understand but was shocked. Today he decided to have a frank talk with Fan Jiaer.

"Ms. Fan..."

"Call me Jiaer." Jiaer held her cheeks with her hands, her beautiful face. Today she wore a light pink and brown transparent makeup, which was dreamy yet dignified. Her thick eyelashes, comparable to those of a doll, and her clean and childish face, made her look charming with a sweet smile and beautiful eyes.

Appearance accounts for 30% and dressing accounts for 70%, not to mention that Fan Jiaer's appearance is far more than 30%. An Yi likes beautiful people who are pleasing to the eye, regardless of whether they are men or women. At this moment, the beauty is staring at him without blinking. An Yi coughed lightly to cover up her shyness: "I don't quite understand why you insist on letting me organize the thesis? This is not within my job scope. I have clearly rejected you, and President Ding does not agree."

Yes, Ding Hong had replied on the same day and asked An Yi to refuse, but she did not want to create discord between the two who had been friends for generations, so she was prepared to be cannon fodder, and she would not have mentioned it unless she had to.

"I see." Jiaer blinked and said playfully, "I don't want to write a paper at all! I just want to kill time and fool my family so that they won't send me back home for doing nothing. Hey, just help me!" Fan Jiaer shook Anyi's arm, "It's very simple to adjust the format and proofread the text of that crappy paper. You don't have to be responsible for the content, how about that?"

Seeing that An Yi didn't answer, Fan Jiaer was not annoyed: "It's better than me causing trouble for your work, right? I saw that you looked unhappy before and you secretly worked overtime behind my back... How about I continue to improve the database system?" The threat in her words was very obvious, and she leaned over as if to grab the computer.

"Ah, no need!" An Yi almost lost control and shouted, attracting the attention of other colleagues not far away. An Yi quickly stopped talking, but held the mouse tightly, guarding his own piece of land.

"Then consider it your decision!" Fan Jiaer smiled proudly: "After all, I have given you extra work. I will definitely thank you when you finish it."

"I don't deserve it." An Yi responded listlessly and smiled bitterly to himself: Well, between two evils, choose the lesser one. I can't escape it.

An Yi clearly realized that none of the second-generation rich are good people. They have money, free time and backers. Whether they treat ordinary people with arrogance, peace or even humility, their essence is the same: they want you to submit and obey them. If you don't obey, they will be as excited and full of fighting spirit as if they have found prey, and use both soft and hard methods to force you until you finally surrender.

Knowing it was a trap, she still jumped in. This was the helplessness of the workers. Besides, the workload of the paper was really not big. If any colleague asked her for help, she would agree. How could she refuse Miss Fan?

Now that the decision had been made, An Yi quickly finished the work at hand and started helping Fan Jiaer revise the paper.

The second day, Thursday. "I understand why Brother Xiao Jiang asked you to be his secretary." Jia'er was quite satisfied as she swiped the document with the mouse in her hand: "To show my gratitude, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow night." Glancing at An Yi's expression, she said: "If you agree, I declare that my internship at Sun Technology is over! Otherwise, next week, the week after next..." She laughed, not worried that An Yi would refuse.

The Fan family has been doing business for generations, and the ability to control people's hearts is ingrained in them.