Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Wu Zhou didn't give her a chance to refuse. He pushed her directly to Mr. Feng's car, opened the passenger door and pushed her in.

He smiled and said, "Boss Feng, please send Chang Yao home."

Feng Yi nodded, opened the driver's seat and got in. Wu Zhou thought of something and returned to the car, stuffing the snacks he had brought with him to Chang Yao.

"Let's eat something if you're bored on the way." Wu Zhou stood by, waved at them and watched them go.

Qiao Mingxuan looked at the snacks he had prepared for Chang Yao in his arms. He had wanted to sit with her and behave well, but he didn't expect Wu Zhou to intervene and all his preparations were in vain.

He doesn't like snacks, and he's the only one at home. No one would eat it if he took it home, so he passed the bag behind him.

"There are snacks in here, share them among you."

The girl sitting behind him took the snacks and looked inside: "Qiao Mingxuan, you prepared this for someone, right? Your thoughtfulness is clearly visible on your face."

Qiao Mingxuan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed: "Don't joke with me."

Chang Yao saw the bus following behind her in the rearview mirror, and her body tensed up, not wanting to relax for a moment.

Feng Yi said, "There are drinks in the car."

He moved his free hand across Chang Yao's thigh and opened the storage space, which was filled with mineral water.

Chang Yao thought he wanted to drink, so she took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to him.

Feng Yi took it, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and quickly drank a sip of water.

Chang Yao moved her body, feeling a little bored. She pulled the snack bag given by Wu Zhou, picked and chose from it, and took out the potato chips.

She tore open the package and was eating Kazi Kazi happily when Feng Yi heard: "What are you eating?"

Chang Yao thought that his house was too clean to be a home. There was no indication of his personal hobbies inside, and she had never seen him eat junk food.

She picked up a piece and stuffed it into Feng Yi's mouth: "Tomato-flavored potato chips."

Feng Yi felt that his appetite was still good. She stared at Feng Yi and did not see any frown on his face, so he should be fine.

She watched Feng Yi swallow it, picked up another piece and stuffed it into Feng Yi's mouth, feeding him continuously to relax Chang Yao physically and mentally.

Chang Yao fed him for half an hour and her hands were sore. She suddenly wondered how he could eat so much. He ate whatever she was fed and never said he was full. Instead, she herself felt a little hungry.

She asked Feng Yi: "Boss Feng, are you still eating?"

Feng Yi seemed to enjoy being fed by her: "Yeah."

"There are still biscuits and dried fruits left. Why don't you eat the dried fruits?" The biscuits were too dry and I would need to drink water later.

She took out a black plum covered with icing sugar and stuffed it into Feng Yi's mouth. Feng Yi bit it open, and the deadly sweetness spread in his mouth. He couldn't accept this taste and couldn't help frowning.

Chang Yao saw this and knew that he didn't like the taste, so she screwed the can shut and put it in the bag.

Feng Yi saw that she stopped feeding him: "Are you tired?"

"Well, I'll get some sleep."

Feng Yi drove the car more steadily so that she could sleep better. They returned to the familiar city and drove in the opposite direction.

Leaving the bus behind, Feng Yi turned directly into the villa route and drove into the yard.

Chang Yao felt the car stopped, pushed open the door, got out, took off her shoes, and walked into the living room.

Feng Yi came in carrying something and saw that her shoes were placed in a mess and she was not wearing slippers. Feng Yi took her slippers into the room and put them in front of her.

"The floor is cold, wear slippers."

Chang Yao lay on the sofa, looking like she hadn't gotten enough sleep: "Boss Feng, your floor is very comfortable. I don't want to wear shoes."

Her tone was more like that of a little girl who was acting rebelliously, acting coquettishly towards Feng Yi and demanding more attention.

The floor tiles in Feng Yi's house are smooth and non-skid when you step on them. They are so flat that you can't even see any gaps. They are really comfortable. Chang Yao usually likes to walk on them barefoot.

"You have to wear it." Feng Yi rejected her words.

Xiaoyi came over: "Chang Yao, President Feng, welcome home."

"Hello, Xiaoyi." Chang Yao greeted him.

Xiaoyi has not been working for the past two days and is in standby mode. The battery has been improved and has a long-lasting power.

"Xiaoyi, start the chat mode."

"Okay, chat mode activated."

Chang Yao lay on the sofa and looked at him: "Xiaoyi, how have you been at home these two days? Did you miss me?"

Xiaoyi's eyes curved and her cheeks flushed: "I want to."

Chang Yao waited for a long time: "That's it?"

Xiaoyi's eyes were filled with question marks. What else did she want to hear?

Chang Yao took out a memo and wrote down Xiaoyi's shortcomings while talking to her: "Xiaoyi, you will be facing the owner's father in the future. You must be sweet-talking, otherwise how can you be liked by others? If you don't have enough words and are too aloof, you will not be liked."

Feng Yi came out with a cup of water. After hearing what she said, he felt that she was very specific.

Chang Yao saw Feng Yi coming over and said, "Boss Feng, can you make him more interesting? For example, if I ask him if he misses me, he can give a richer answer, such as the domineering version, "Woman, you still remember to come back," or "Little milk dog, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Feng Yi: "..."

After adjusting to it, Feng Yi asked, "Where did you see all this?"

"Isn't that how it's played out on TV?" Chang Yao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Feng Yi contacted Li De to make modifications in this regard and asked someone more lively to train the robot's speech.

Feng Yi scanned the QR code on him, downloaded the software, and remotely controlled him to do things, but was restricted from connecting the device.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out his computer and started to modify the program. Li De received a complaint call from the technical department, so he had no choice but to call Mr. Feng.

"Boss Feng, when you modify the equipment, we are dealing with the owner. If the equipment is open to the public, it will no longer be unique."

"The device's open settings can be installed on the owner's mobile phone, which will solve the problem you mentioned." Feng Yi just felt that the robot in his home was too inconvenient.

"Well, I'll tell them now." Li De became the middleman for them to pass on the message, feeling tired but happy.

"Boss Feng, we've also received 10,000 orders for cooking robots this month, and sales are soaring."

Feng Yi reminded him, "Keep it to yourself. For now, your focus should be on the development of the butler robot. I asked you to discuss cooperation with the hospital. How's the progress?"

"The hospital responded that if they gave us access, it would mean a large amount of patient information would be leaked. If anything were to happen, they wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility."

"I'll go and discuss the cooperation with the hospital." Feng Yi said.

"Okay, Mr. Feng." They ended the call.

Chang Yao was sitting nearby and heard their conversation: "The hospital won't authorize us, so we can try a different approach. Medical software consultations on the market all cost money. If we can work with doctors, we can compile a list of all the difficult and complicated diseases and follow-up care precautions.

Would it be better to activate the system, improve physical health, and then control eating habits according to the doctor's advice?"

Feng Yi looked at her: "Have you ever looked into the medical software on the market?"

Chang Yao shook her head: "I may not understand it fully, but I checked it on the browser. The doctor wants to answer my questions, and I need to pay a fee to see the follow-up."