Boss, Hold On, Don't Collapse

Sheng Han is still thinking, why is this? What sin did you do in your previous life? He, a conscientious working man, suddenly became the cannon fodder assistant who contributes to the protagonist's love in Boss Ba's novel. OK! Good! Cannon fodder is cannon fodder. As long as I follow the script and finish the plot, I might be able to go home right away and leave this hellish place. But who can tell him why his family's domineering boss, Ning Yiheng, has such a tragic personality collapse? At this moment, in the CEO's office, the bustling city skyline was visible outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Inside the window, Sheng Han just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. He just took advantage of his lunch break and wanted to hide by the window and smoke a cigarette to relieve his nerves that were tortured by the plot and the boss. He just lit the cigarette, and before he took a puff, a burst of expensive cedar aroma that belonged to Ning Yiheng floated behind him. Ning Yiheng trapped him in front of the glass window in a standard wall-dong posture. She accurately snatched the cigarette from his lips with her slender fingers and extinguished it in the decorative plate of an unknown ashtray next to her. She said in a low and magnetic voice: "Man, you are playing with fire!" Sheng Han looked at the cigarette butt that was extinguished in an instant, feeling sorry for the smoke ring he had not had time to spit out, and even more sad for the possibly priceless decorative plate. He looked up expressionlessly and looked at the handsome face in front of him that made people and gods angry, but his brain was obviously different from the original description. There was also a faint smoke coming from his mouth: "Mr. Ning, I just smoke a cigarette. I don't need a lighter, what should I use? Make fire by drilling wood?" Ning Yiheng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was dissatisfied with his reaction, but those deep eyes were shining with eagerness: "Oh? Man, how dare you question my decision?" Sheng Han took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and reminded himself that this was his father, the sponsor of his salary. Although he was broken, he was still useful, and he still needed his help to get home. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the memo, which listed today's action guide for the boss to pursue the heroine: "Mr. Ning, our main task today is to have lunch with Miss Qin at a Michelin three-star restaurant, and then accompany her to visit the famous painter Lisa's art exhibition. Regarding the dress, I implore you again. No one will go on a first official date wearing old Beijing cloth shoes and large flower pants!!!" When he saw the "battle" that Ning Yiheng asked his secretary to prepare yesterday, he almost died on the spot due to a heart attack. Was this boss's fashion sense eaten by a dog? Or is it that the character design has collapsed along with the aesthetics? Ning Yiheng sneered at this, but finally put on the suit prepared by Sheng Han. As for the outcome of this date... Don't mention it. The heroine of the original book, Miss Qin, was so frightened by Ning Yiheng's mouthfuls of "Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention" and "It's cold, let the Wang Group go bankrupt" that she ran away without finishing the meal. Sheng Han was so worried about this that he didn't sleep well all night. He came to work the next day with two dark circles under his eyes and a dull pain on his forehead. He felt that he was experiencing the life of an old father who raised a rebellious son in advance. After finally staying up until the afternoon, he worked hard to deal with the documents, but he felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and his forehead was getting hotter and hotter. He slowly lay down on the table, closed his eyes and planned to take a short rest. In a daze, a slightly cold hand touched his forehead. The touch of that hand was excellent, with distinct knuckles and a hint of refreshing chill. It felt very comfortable against the hot skin. But the words that followed made him sober up in an instant. "Man, why is your damn forehead so hot? Are you sick?" There was a trace of... Real anxiety in Ning Yiheng's voice? No, it must be an illusion, this Honkai Impact boss can only read lines! Sheng Han weakly pushed his hand away, his voice hoarse: "Mr. Ning, everyone gets sick... Also, just collect your boss's quotes! I'm begging you!" He felt like he was about to burn out, suffering from both physical and psychological torture. Ning Yiheng stared at his reddened cheeks, and in those eyes that were always a bit playful and pretending to be deep, an undercurrent was surging at this moment, as if something was breaking out of its shell. Sheng Han finally couldn't bear it anymore. The frustration of the past few days, the anxiety about the plot, the desire to go home, and the weakness of the illness at this moment all merged into an inexplicable courage. He stood up suddenly. Although his body swayed, his eyes were filled with desperate determination, and he shouted at Ning Yiheng: "Mr. Ning! Look at me! I'm just an assistant! Just a dispensable passerby. Your gaze, All your damn lines should be left to Miss Qin! She is the one you are destined for! Please follow the script! I want to go home!" The office fell silent for a moment. It was so quiet that you could even hear your shallow breathing. At this time, Sheng Han felt a little regretful after yelling, mainly because of the short-term hypoxia caused by the yelling, which made his dizziness worse. He was afraid that Ning Yiheng would just say "It's cold, Sheng's should go bankrupt" (although he does not have a company), or throw him out directly. However, the expected rage did not come. Ning Yiheng stood there quietly, the afternoon sun coating his whole body with a layer of gold, but it could not shine into his deep eyes at this moment. The stereotyped expressions of a "tyrannical president" on his face—evil, arrogant, and arrogant—slowly faded away, and a more real and dangerous aura filled the air. He suddenly curled up his lips and smiled, not the kind of evil smile that was routine, but a real smile with a bit of understanding and a hint of hunting. He approached step by step, his steps were steady and there was an invisible sense of oppression. Sheng Han subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he grabbed his wrist with such force that he could not break free. Immediately afterwards, the world was spinning, and he was pressed firmly by Ning Yiheng on the large and cold desk! Sheng Han hissed in pain when his back hit the hard tabletop, and the documents were scattered on the floor. Ning Yiheng leaned down, her warm breath spraying on his ear, and her other hand covered his cheek. Those deep eyes were close at hand, and his panicked shadow was clearly reflected in them. Then, he heard Ning Yiheng say slowly in a low and clear voice that had lost all the dramatic accents, and every word struck the apex of his heart: "The script has been changed." "Now, you are my protagonist. Concept: After entering the book, I didn't expect that I would become the "female" protagonist