The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi's sleep was not sound, and he woke up several times, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes. He seemed to be confused for a while, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, the room was dimly lit.

An Yi suddenly sat up and looked out the window.

"It's seven o'clock in the afternoon. You haven't slept for long."

She sighed softly, fearing that it would be the dawn of the next day.

"Don't worry about it anymore. I will wake you up on time."

Later... An Yi did not answer, but just looked towards the bed. Ding Hong must have woken up for a long time, the bed board was half raised, allowing him to operate the laptop comfortably and easily.

This working state is comfortable and satisfying.

"Mr. Ding, can we serve the meal now?" Butler Li hurried over upon hearing the noise and stopped at the door to ask.

Ding Hong looked at An Yi, who seemed a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Ding Hong asked immediately.

"I want to go wash up." I was sweating all over today. I was too tired to take care of it before. Now that I have relaxed a little, I feel unbearable stickiness all over my body.

She was not worried about the clothing issue. Recalling the night before, housekeeper Li led two waitresses to bring her a lot of clothes.

"Several sets of pajamas and casual clothes are made of pure cotton, and they are the loose styles you usually wear." He opened another storage box and said, "Because I don't know your preferences and exact size, I have selected simple-style underwear for you, cotton, silk, adjacent sizes, thicknesses and sets. I have selected several sets for you.

Mr. Ding was afraid that you would feel psychologically burdened and unwilling to accept it, so he ordered me to buy a popular brand with good quality and low price. If you are not satisfied, I will prepare it again immediately. "

"That's enough. Thanks for your trouble!"

Butler Li quickly said a few polite words and explained that all clothes had been cleaned and sterilized and could be worn with confidence.

In fact, there were always a lot of clothes in the closet, which she had never used before. Now... Alas, things have changed a lot now. She voluntarily and without any future stayed here again. There was no need to force herself not to change. It would only make her smelly and uncomfortable, and it would not help to save her self-esteem.

Standing under the shower, with the hot water flowing down, An Yi sighed softly in comfort, and her brain seemed to clear up. She asked herself: An Yi, do you like him?

No! An Yi answered quickly without even thinking about it.

Weren't you moved by his concern, material things, and self-sacrifice, and thus shaken?

An Yi frowned and thought, no, he did not waver.

The man's frequent past love affairs really made her unable to accept it. And his excessive pursuit of her only added to her fear.

Once again, I silently recite: An Yi! Hold on to your sincerity and guard your bottom line. As long as you don't like him for a day, you must never give in!

Dinner was served in the bedroom. The boss was still lying on the bed, with the food on the bedside table. The food was placed on the sofa. After waking up from a nap, except for the discomfort in the waist, everything else was fine.

The food was simple, light and yet exquisite. Perhaps it suited his taste, or perhaps he was too tired today, An Yi ate a little more than usual, while Ding Hong did the opposite.

It seems that his body has not fully recovered yet. An Yi curled his lips and said, "It's all your fault."

"Would you please stay here tonight?"

"I said I would stay."

"I mean, stay here."

An Yi was puzzled: "Yes."

"In this room."

An Yi's face turned cold when he heard this, and he stood up immediately. Ding Hong knew something was wrong, so he forced himself to get out of bed, and explained, "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any improper thoughts!"

"Even if you don't have any improper intentions, you will definitely take advantage of the situation!" An Yi sneered and walked straight to the door.

Hearing the noise coming from inside the house, Xiao Yang appeared instantly. Seeing his boss's eagerness to stop people, he immediately understood what he meant and blocked the door tightly like a human shield, making An Yi so angry that he glared at this hateful helper.

"I'm scared. I'm afraid I'll have a nightmare at night!" Ding Hong's voice arrived before he even showed up.

Hearing this, An Yi hadn't reacted yet, but Xiao Yang's face was already embarrassed, thinking: Boss... you are... too good at pretending. Scared, nightmare, you? ! It would be strange if Miss An believed it.

An Yi looked disgusted and said sarcastically: "Are you scared? Why don't you let Xiao Yang protect you?" You have a professional bodyguard.

Now it was Ding Hong and Xiao Yang's turn to feel disgusted, but they kept it to themselves and gave each other face by not showing it.

"It's you I like and it's you I want to pursue, not him." Ding Hong said softly, "Don't say such things again. It will scare Xiao Yang."

An Yi and Xiao Yang were both stunned. Xiao Yang was shocked by her boss's sudden love for her, while An Yi was surprised to hear Ding Hong's undisguised confession.

The boss must be crazy! Could it be the lack of oxygen in the elevator?

Ding Hong didn't care about An Yi's wild thoughts. He waited for an opportunity to give Xiao Yang a look, and Xiao Yang understood and left, closing the door.

Of course An Yi refused to do that. Just as he was about to rush out of the door, he heard his boss cry out in pain behind him. Turning back, he saw that the boss was holding the wall with one hand and his forehead with the other.

"I feel a little dizzy. Can you help me sit down?" Ding Hong leaned on the sofa next to him and closed his eyes weakly.

An Yi was speechless. The acting was too fake. I was puzzled by the boss's drastic change in personality. I couldn't help but worry about the possibility of brain injury and carefully observed his behavior.

"Sit down... sit opposite me, I... have something to say." Ding Hong spoke intermittently. An Yi hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down, wanting to see what tricks this man was playing.

"Uncle Han said what he saw, but it's not the whole truth. I want to tell you the real situation. I have been hiding it for twenty years."

Noticing An Yi's disdainful expression, Ding Hong took the initiative and lifted up his sleeves to show the light scars: "I never want to go back to that dark moment and be haunted by nightmares again."

Although he knew it was his boss's pity drama, when he saw those real scars, An Yi subconsciously reached out and touched the one on his arm, unable to say anything to stop it.

Ding Hong knew that he had successfully aroused An Yi's sympathy. He should have been happy that his plan had worked, but his heart ached because of the sadness in An Yi's eyes. This was only a three-point real play, but at this moment he couldn't help but get involved.

"I was not trapped in that villa because of my mischief, but because of a carefully designed plot. The purpose was because I didn't want to be sent abroad to study. I had resisted several times before but all failed, so I decided to scare my parents and let them realize how dangerous it would be to exile me, a nine-year-old, alone. No matter how many people looked after me, what would it matter? Could they protect me completely?

I also want to force them to think about the possibility of creating the next heir if they lose me. If they don’t have extra time and energy, please cherish me and our limited parent-child relationship.”

Ding Hong did not feel proud at all when he successfully saw An Yi's shocked expression. If it were not for impressing An Yi, he would not have the courage to tell her such an unspeakable secret.

Well, speaking out, the object is An Yi, which seems to be much easier than imagined. So he continued:

"The process was thrilling, but the ending was perfect. They no longer brought up the issue of the country, but the bad thing was that I suffered the backlash. The brutal experience in the elevator gave me nightmares, and it took me two years to get my sleep back to normal. This became the stupidest thing I did in my childhood, bar none."

Ding Hong said he was thirsty and picked up the teacup.

"That's my cup..." An Yi hurriedly stood up, and before he could stop him, Ding Hong had already used it to drink water. After a few gulps, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm too thirsty."

With a shudder, An Yi felt that his boss was smiling like a fox. Why did he feel like a different person from the time he woke up until now? Could it be that he had a new soul in his body?

No, no, I can't think about it anymore. It's not even dark yet, how can there be any supernatural events? An Yi shrank his body and stopped worrying about the teacup. It belonged to someone else anyway, so why not just not use that cup?

"It's a long story. Please sit down." Ding Hong kindly reminded: "It's no less thrilling than the one 20 years ago and the one this afternoon. It's worth listening to. You won't suffer any loss."

Seeing Ding Hong talking about his misfortune in this way, An Yi couldn't help but want to laugh, but she didn't want him to be proud, so she coughed twice, held it in, and sat back down.

"Ten years ago, I had another elevator accident, which my family and Uncle Han didn't know about. At that time, I was studying abroad, and a classmate invited me and a few others to his grandfather's estate in the suburbs to play for a few days.

It's called a manor, but it's actually an ancient castle with a history of hundreds of years, a cultural relic. Not to mention renovation, even repairs have to be reported to the government and then inspected by relevant departments before they can be carried out. "

At this point, Ding Hong sighed deeply: "I am unlucky because of the "cultural relic level". After the incident when I was nine years old, I have no good impression of villas. From then on, I only like to live in apartments, which have a certain population density. I especially refuse to take the elevator in the villa..."

Elevator? An Yi was confused. Before she could think about it, Ding Hong, who had been secretly observing her, explained:

"I have no problem with elevators in buildings, apartments and public places. I only have problems with elevators in private and single-family homes, no matter how safe they are or how advanced their technology is. I don't want to encounter that kind of situation again in my life where I can't get any help from heaven or earth."

"Around you and in your circle, there are very few people who don't live in villas, right?" An Yi finally couldn't help but be curious.

"Of course, I have my own solution: I choose to take the stairs."

An Yi nodded. Yes, the stairs were the only solution. Then he asked again, "Is the staircase in the castle broken?"

"It's not broken, but it's under repair. It doesn't matter anyway. I can't walk, so I can only take the elevator. Actually... Alas," Ding Hong smiled bitterly, "there is another reason. Do you mind if I go back to bed and talk?"

"Don't mind." An Yi shook his head and made a gesture of invitation.

"You need to stay in bed more often, so I'll tell you a few of my plans." After laying the groundwork, Ding Hong finally spoke. An Yi was no fool, and quickly figured out Ding Hong's tricks. She didn't respond, but just watched coldly how this man arranged it.

Ding Hong subconsciously cleared his throat and began his speech. He pointed to the left and said, "Next door is a small side room with a bed ready. The wall in the middle can be removed. After the two rooms are connected, a set of screens can be used in the middle to solve the problem of privacy exposure."

"Tear down the wall?" An Yi frowned.

"It's not dismantling, but moving. Those are movable wall panels covered with high-density sound-proofing materials. As far as you can see, all the walls, except the bathroom, can be disassembled and moved. You know, I have always hated confined spaces. This has a lot to do with my living environment since childhood and several dangerous situations. It's not due to any perverted reasons like overseer or voyeurism." After saying that, for fear that An Yi would not believe him, he observed her expression calmly.

An Yi looked away and pretended to look at the walls around him, but he was actually laughing: You actually know everyone's speculation about setting up the mirror wall, you are quite self-aware.