The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi was gently awakened. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw a gauze curtain and two Thai masseuses standing outside. They asked her with a smile if she slept well. Then they explained with an apologetic look that they had no choice but to wake her up so as not to miss dinner.

Oh, this is the SPA room. Did I fall asleep during the massage? An Yi regained consciousness quickly. He felt refreshed and energetic. The treatment effect was better than expected!

Looking around, I didn't see the account manager, nor was Butler Li. Most importantly, someone was not there. But what did that mean? Didn't the masseur wake me up after receiving instructions? Someone was everywhere.

An Yi's eyes turned cold. She refused the masseur's help, stood up, said goodbye to the two, and went back to the guest room to take a shower without hesitation. When she changed into pajamas and came out again, housekeeper Li was waiting at the door. Yes, she didn't close the door of the guest room. This is not her home, who can she stop?

"Mr. Ding said he has some important matters to attend to and will not be able to have dinner and watch a movie with you."

Seeing An Yi's tense expression relax instantly, Butler Li took the opportunity to continue: "Mr. Ding also said that he will definitely be able to finish his work during the midnight snack, and he will meet with you then to discuss the schedule for Friday."

He actually threw out this bait, maybe because he was afraid that I would reject him. But, haha, tomorrow is Friday. She is going home!

An Yi felt happy and didn't raise any objections. It was the first time she used the restaurant since she moved in. After the meal, she went back to work without stopping. Who could have expected that today's daytime time would be completely wasted?

Night, corridor and living room.

The two of them finished their midnight snack in silence. An Yi did not run away as quickly as usual. She looked up at the other party, waiting to be attacked.

"How about we go out for a walk? We can talk while we walk." Ding Hong concealed his anger and tried to be calm: "Let's not talk in a confined space. Before, in my office and here, the effect of each conversation was very scary, wasn't it?"

An Yi recalled what Ding Hong said, and it was true. Well, they had to talk anyway, and she hoped it would go smoothly and not be bad for her.

At this time, both of them were wearing loose casual clothes, so they didn't need to change into clothes for going out. It was the first time that An Yi saw the boss wearing this style. I don't know if it was because of his good figure or because of the famous brand of clothes, but the seemingly shapeless clothes made him look free and easy and elegant.

My own...seems to only reflect looseness.

She didn't know that Ding Hong's evaluation was completely different. An Yi was tall and well-proportioned, and even though her clothes were loose and baggy, they couldn't hide her beauty. The smile on her face and lips, coupled with the light and flowing Tencel blended fabric on her body, further highlighted her calm temperament. But her pale complexion and thin body made her look so fragile that it made people feel pity.

I noticed that the sleeves of the short-sleeved top An Yi was wearing were a little longer than the average size. I remembered that the sleeves of her other clothes were mostly like this, could it be to cover up the scars?

Dr. Ju said that An Yi had already entered a semi-sleeping state, and the masseur asked her to cooperate and turn over. During the movement, the wide short sleeves of the massage suit were pulled up, exposing the scars on the inner wall of the arm. Although it was only a moment, Dr. Ju keenly captured it. With her professional instinct and rich clinical experience, she immediately realized that something was wrong, and quietly winked at the masseur, asking him to deepen the hypnosis, and only carefully checked An Yi after she fell asleep completely.

After repeated identification, it was confirmed that these hidden scars were not caused by external force, but by the patient's repeated scratching. Fortunately, the hand was used instead of a knife, leaving only slight bleeding spots on the epidermis, and no substantial scars were formed.

Dr. Ju made a diagnosis: An Yi's self-harm was not long-term and the degree was relatively mild. The most urgent task was to understand her purpose of scratching herself and her mental state before and after the scratching as soon as possible. Only in this way could we truly treat the disease.

"I'll go change my shoes."

An Yi's words interrupted Ding Hong's thoughts, and before he could respond, the person had already walked into the door.

When they came out again, An Yi put on a mosquito-proof jacket. The two of them got on the elevator.

The walls of the elevator are a mix of delicate and soft leather and crystal clear hexagonal mirrors, which not only echoes the building's theme of transcending time and space, but also avoids making the vision too dizzy.

Another surprising thing is that there is a sofa and a low table in the elevator! Although the elevator is spacious and the sofa is exquisite and small, is it necessary? This building is only about 30 floors, and the ride is only three or four minutes at most. How can you be so tired that you need to sit down and rest? Are the rich so lazy?

Speaking of floors, I have to complain about the buttons on the wall panels, which are puzzling: there are no Arabic numerals representing the floors, and each of the hexagonal crystal buttons is directly marked with Chinese and English text: signs for more than a dozen functional areas such as the lobby, garage, underground garden, gym, restaurant, etc.

The "HOME" button in the most prominent position made An Yi full of questions. This is the only button that shows the home address. Can I go home by pressing it? Can it automatically stop at my floor? Why?

"Fingerprint recognition can also be done through door cards and face recognition." Ding Hong had already noticed An Yi's movements and took the initiative to explain. At this point, the elevator just arrived at the first floor.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Ding Hong pointed to a long columnar touch screen standing next to it and said, "Operate the functions I mentioned here. After the owner's identity is identified, enter the elevator. No matter which button is touched, the relevant service staff will be notified in advance."

"If I press the home button, I can go directly to my floor?" An Yi asked curiously.

"Yes, this can prevent someone from taking the opportunity to enter other floors. Secondly, it can protect privacy and will not reveal the owner's actual floor number, even if it is the owner's guests who take the elevator. Thirdly, there are many functional items in the building, and adding numeric keys would be too messy. For the sake of design and... style. Do you understand?"

At the end, Ding Hong winked at An Yi, who covered her mouth and laughed.

"What if two owners take the elevator at the same time?" As the two walked towards the lobby door, An Yi couldn't help but ask again.

"That won't happen. Even though there are many floors, there aren't many owners. This is because the property is sold by floor, and there are people like me who own three floors." Ding Hong explained patiently, "Plus, there are enough elevators, and there are lobby staff at the door to guide and divert people. It's basically impossible for owners to meet each other, let alone fight for the elevator."

An Yi was shocked when he heard this.

"Get in the car." At the lobby entrance, the doorman smiled and opened the door of a black car for them.

An Yi looked at Ding Hong in confusion and did not get in the car.

"Let's go to the river I mentioned last time. It's very interesting. Let's go for a walk together."

Oh. An Yi suddenly realized that the first thing he did after getting on the car was to look at the driver's seat. Could the driver be Xiao Yang?

"I didn't let him come because I was afraid you...didn't want to see him." Ding Hong got in the car, and An Yi subconsciously moved to the side to increase the distance as much as possible. Ding Hong smiled bitterly.

In just a few minutes, the car stopped and arrived at the destination.

As soon as he got off the bus, An Yi was attracted by the sound of laughter and music. He looked in the direction of the sound, and there were so many people, even in the middle of the night!

Looking around, I felt that this location was simply amazing! Needless to say, there was no one living by the lake. On the other side was a wide overpass, road and sidewalk. There were several government office buildings not far away, and the nearest residential area was at least three kilometers away, so there was no need to worry about disturbing others.

Ding Hong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw An Yi's interested expression. This was a good start.

The two walked and looked along the way. The grass by the lake was covered with colorful mats, and people gathered in small groups, most of them holding a bottle of beer and chatting. Another place was a square paved with blue bricks, where people were also divided into small groups, each occupying a piece of land to play music, some slow, some passionate, some rap, and everyone tacitly adjusted the volume to a level that would not interfere with each other, and had a great time.

There are some simple food trucks everywhere, selling drinks, snacks, and grilled sausages, especially the grilled sausages, which are so delicious that they are especially suitable for the occasion.

"There are regulations prohibiting the sale of alcohol for fear of trouble. What they drink is what they bring with them," said Ding Hong, who now acts as a guide.

Well, we have enjoyed the excitement enough. Ding Hong led the way to the quiet path leading to the lake.

"Has your body fully recovered?" Ding Hong was still worried and wanted to confirm it again.

"Ah."

"I was wrong this morning. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." An Yi started to get annoyed again. She didn't want to waste each other's time by saying boring polite words: "I want to leave in the morning tomorrow."

"After lunch, as we agreed. I'll, or let Xiao Yang, take you there."

"No need, I'll go by myself."

"Don't be angry with Xiao Yang, he..."

"I didn't." An Yi interrupted: "As you said just now, I am embarrassed to see him. I will submit my resignation report when I go to work next Monday."

Ding Hong was silent, and An Yi was the same. The two walked past one street lamp after another. Fortunately, the lake was very large and the road seemed to have no end.

"Let's not talk about the future for now, let's continue our conversation this morning."

"Oh? Butler Li said that what we want to talk about is my going home." An Yi sneered.

"This morning, I said it first because I was afraid to hear you say it yourself. My pride got in the way." Ding Hong told the truth with difficulty, causing An Yi to look at him in surprise, and then he turned his head and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"But what I said was also the reason I thought about again and again. Can you tell me if there is anything wrong or lacking in what I said?"

"Yes." An Yi answered straightforwardly: "First, I really don't like you. I don't like your appearance or personality. I even hate you. No matter whether it's the boys or celebrities I like before, they are not your type. Even at work and in life, I will avoid people who are the same as you.

2. About your love history. Do you know that your love history is too rich and ended too casually? You said before that you guessed that my ex-husband must have made a mistake. Yes, he cheated. So I ended that unclean marriage. What kind of person do you think I am most afraid of and most wary of if I really want to have another relationship in the future? Your past experience is more than 10,000 times more serious than that of my ex-husband. I accept you? Then it is safer and more reliable for me to remarry than to get along with you.

3. The difference in conditions between us. In other words, do I feel inferior because I am not worthy of you? Sorry, I don’t agree with this. Yes, I am very surprised, extremely surprised that you are obsessed with me. But I am just surprised, surprised that you are mentally ill? Excessive or lack of sympathy... "An Yi held back and did not say the word "maternal love". She did not understand the boss's family life and did not want to involve other people's relatives. So she stopped there and continued:

"Besides, even if we are really together, and even if we have done everything we should and shouldn't do, it can only be considered a one-night stand at best. If one night is not enough, how about two nights? Three nights? Even if we can barely call it a romantic relationship, what if there are differences in our conditions? Only when it comes to marriage, there is the consideration of equal status. Moreover, in terms of money, we are worlds apart; what about comparing in terms of character and personality?

Fourth, and the last one you said. I agree! I agree very much! I refuse to accept any more relationships. My daughter and my family are everything to me now, and one more person won’t make room for me.

Well, I'm done. I don't want to bother adding more. It's more than enough between you and me."

Ding Hong looked at An Yi in silence. His heart had sunk deeply to the bottom of the lake as the words one, two, three, four sounded. No, his heart had been fed to the dogs by this woman!

My judgment this morning was correct: An Yi, your words are so harsh, you really don’t treat me as a human being.