Get out of the way, the vest boss saves that sick girl

Lu Nan also walked in with a gloomy face.

He cursed Lu Hao and Dao Ye.

"You two, are you both fucking dead? You can't even keep an eye on one person? Damn, do I need to tell you about such a big thing?"

Lu Hao touched his nose embarrassedly, and Dao Ye didn't dare to say anything. After all, they were the ones who lost Ai Xiaoqi.

Ai Xiaoqi turned around at the door, her blue eyes flashing with a belligerent light, filled with the determination to fight back if she didn't agree.

She narrowed her eyes, looked at Lu Nan, and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Shut up."

Seeing that she was walking uncomfortably, Lu Hao asked, "What's wrong with your legs?"

Ai Xiaoqi hooked her chin towards Lu Nan and said, "Ask him."

Lu Nan sat down on the sofa in annoyance.

Ai Xiaoqi's voice is lazy but fierce.

"Don't let me see you tomorrow."

He took another step forward and turned back: "Transfer the money to me now."

Lu Nan took out his mobile phone, and the Bloody Mary platform had immediately transferred Feng Yao's 2 billion to his account.

He casually swiped his phone and transferred the money to Ai Xiaoqi. Two billion, not a cent less.

Ai Xiaoqi looked at her phone, glanced disdainfully, and let Lu Nan go.

Feng Yao saw the horrific purple bruises on Ai Xiaoqi's ankles through the strips of cloth on her trouser legs.

My mood had just gotten better, but I suddenly became inexplicably irritated again, and my heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife.

He stood up without saying goodbye, walked out of the glass door, and went to the 20th floor helipad to get some fresh air to calm himself down.

He did not leave. He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and coughed lightly, then paused for a moment and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

He didn't have the habit of smoking, but he smoked a lot in the past few days. These cigarettes belonged to Lu Hao and were not to his taste.

He wanted to go see Ai Xiaoqi, to know how her ankle was injured. Where had she gone? It made him anxious.

She ran away secretly and came back again. How would Lu Hao deal with her? Does he need help to take her away and hide away?

Today...is her birthday.

Inside the room, Lu Nan had a dark face and was venting his dissatisfaction.

Lu Hao and Dao Ye listened attentively as if nothing had happened, and the words went in one ear and out the other.

Lu Nan was tired of scolding, so he slammed the door and walked out. Ai Xiaoqi said she didn't want to see him, and he didn't want to offend her when she was furious.

Feng Yao saw Lu Nan leaving, took out his cell phone and said a few words to Yuntian downstairs, hung up the phone, and continued to enjoy the breeze.

Although the wind was not cool enough, he was still very satisfied with the scenery below.

Ten minutes later, Lu Hao hurriedly opened the glass door and ran to the rooftop of the helipad to look down.

Feng Yao had been looking at it for a long time, and finally the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Yuntian personally led people to teach Lu Nan a lesson. There were more than a dozen people, all of whom were top-notch masters.

Lu Nan suffered a great loss and was in a very embarrassing situation.

Lu Hao shouted anxiously to Feng Yao: "Ayao, tell Yuntian to stop, he is my buddy."

It was almost time, Feng Yao turned around, leaned lazily on the edge of the rooftop, spit out his cigarette butt, and sent a text message.

He looked at Lu Hao coldly and said harshly: "If you make me dislike you again next time, I will do it myself."

As he spoke, he walked into the room and out the door with steady steps.

Lu Hao cursed: "What happened today? You did it yourself. If you do it yourself, can we still stay in Beijing? What's the reason?"

Maybach

Yuntian: "Brother Yao, shall we go?"

"and many more."

Feng Yao fiddled with his phone, hesitating whether to make a call.

Ai Xiaoqi returned to his room, shook off his fatigue, took a bath, and stared at the glass bracelet that Lu Nan left on his ankle.

He leaned back, fell on the big bed and dialed the number of his private butler.

After a while, a masseur, holding a small box, sat in front of her ankles, and the room was soon filled with a musky scent.

Just as I was dozing off comfortably, the cell phone rang.

I picked up the phone and it was Feng Yao.

Ai Xiaoqi greeted first: "Hello, Mr. Feng."

Feng Yao's chest ached. Must she be so polite and distant? She still used "you".

Feng Yao waited downstairs for a long time before deciding to call Ai Xiaoqi instead of sending a text message.

There was a moment of silence, and Feng Yao spoke in a low and soft voice.

"Happy birthday, Miss Ai."

Ai Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows and responded lazily: "Well, thank you Mr. Feng."

This was the first time Ai Xiaoqi had encountered Feng Yao's gentle and sincere greeting.

I didn’t celebrate my birthday in the past sixteen years.

In the past two years, when she celebrated her birthday with Lu Hao and Dao Ye, they would also play pranks on her, just like today, when they inserted a strange white wax stick into her body, as if hanging with her.

She had no doubt that if she were at home, they would have prepared a black and white photo for her.

Feng Yao asked again: "Do your feet hurt?"

Ai Xiaoqi: "No, I called a technician to give me a massage, it will be fine in a while."

After ten seconds of silence, Feng Yao asked again: "Have you eaten?"

Ai Xiaoqi let out a cry, obviously looking for something.

It would have been fine if I hadn't said it, but now that I did, I felt a little hungry. I looked around but couldn't find anything else, so I took the small cake and took a bite.

"Yeah, I'm eating!"

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah, not bad."

There was another ten seconds of silence. Feng Yao said, "I'm downstairs. Do you want me to take you away?"

Ai Xiaoqi yawned and felt that Feng Yao was being very nagging today.

He rubbed the sleepy tears from the corners of his eyes.

"No, it's too late and I'm a little tired."

"Lu Hao, will he..."

"What?" Ai Xiaoqi asked.

"Will he punish you?" Feng Yao asked anyway.

"will not."

Silence for ten seconds

Feng Yao asked again with difficulty: "Can you go to work tomorrow?"

He added: "It was agreed that we would have a ten-day holiday."

Ai Xiaoqi was speechless, what an unscrupulous capitalist.

"Tomorrow...I'm going to work."

Hearing that Ai Xiaoqi would go to work tomorrow, Feng Yao felt much more relieved. Even through the phone, he could feel his concern for Ai Xiaoqi: "Send someone to pick you up."

Ai Xiaoqi: "Don't bother, I'll go by myself."

"Well, have a good rest."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Feng."

Thank you for saying happy birthday, thank you for your concern, and thank you for your concern about me being bullied.

Feng Yao looked at the phone screen that had been hung up, touched his lips with his fingers, and said after a while: "Go back."

After being restless for a few days, my heart finally calmed down.

Yuntian drove with a blank expression on his face like a wooden man, but his heart was in turmoil.

"Brother Yao, isn't this a bit too much to repay your kindness? You are so gentle and soft-spoken, but you want to take a grown girl away from home in the middle of the night."

After Ai Xiaoqi disappeared for a few days, Feng Yao realized that he wished Ai Xiaoqi could be by his side.

Just listening to her talk, or even feeling her breath would be nice.

She didn't allow anyone to bully her, including Lu Hao.

Feng Yao decided: "Let her stay by my side, live in peace, and protect her."

Early the next morning, Ai Xiaoqi came to Feng Group, still wearing a white T-shirt and black sweatpants.

While doing the mission to intercept James, she found that her physical strength had declined a bit.

One hundred sit-ups and two hundred push-ups every day can no longer meet the physical requirements.

So she ran here, running at a steady pace for two hours.

Arriving at Feng's, Ai Xiaoqi took off the rubber band on her wrist and tied her hair into a bun. It was too hot and her hair was full of sweat.

The magnificent, modern 66-story office building in front of us all belongs to the Feng family.

Liao Mang personally picked up Ai Xiaoqi in front of the building.

Sixty-sixth floor, top floor, president's office, Feng Yao has not arrived yet.

The low-key and simple president's office has a calm atmosphere with gray and black tones.

It occupies a quarter of the entire floor.

The large curved floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the entire Kyoto.

The boss chair looks spacious but not very comfortable, and behind it is a row of full bookshelves.

Does Feng Yao like reading so much?

There is a door in the office, which should be Feng Yao’s private space.

There was a roar of a helicopter, and it landed steadily on the helipad above our heads.

After a while, Feng Yao walked into the office.

A black blazer, a black stand-up collar shirt, and buttoned up meticulously to the top button.

"Miss Ai, are you okay?"

"Very good, thank you, Mr. Feng."

Hearing the word "you", Feng Yao's tone froze and he fell silent.