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

Compared to the wild, there are fewer mosquitoes here and more enjoyment.

Feng Yi finished his shower and came out in his pajamas: "Why are you eating fruit here?"

"Boss Feng, did you design this courtyard?"

"Yeah." Feng Yi responded.

At first he entrusted the yard to a design company, but it was not until construction started that he looked at the drawings and found that their design was too flashy and not beautiful at all.

So he raised fish in the place where the fountain was originally intended, and planted insect-repellent trees in the place where flowers and plants were intended. This is very practical.

Chang Yao leaned back in her chair and looked at him quietly. If he was an ordinary person, would she be able to fight for him?

Feng Yi saw that she was silent: "What's wrong?"

He referenced his mother's house, and the girl seemed to be more romantic: "If you want to change it, I can hire someone to do it."

Chang Yao quickly said, "I like it here very much."

"There are no flowers here." Feng Yi said.

"If you plant flowers in the yard, there will be a lot of bees during the day and a lot of insects at night." Chang Yao explained to him that this is good, at least there are not many mosquitoes.

At this moment, Chang Yao did not realize Feng Yi's transformation. From the beginning, they only enjoyed the physical connection, but now they can integrate into each other's lives.

Feng Yi felt that the current situation was fine and he didn't want to make any changes, so he allowed her to leave her mark in the area where she lived.

After all, this is where they will live long-term. If it is made the way she wants, they will live more comfortably.

Chang Yao handed him an apple, and he stared at it: "Come here and feed me."

Chang Yao's eyes met his and she knew what he meant. She walked up to him with a fork in hand, opened her mouth to take a bite of half an apple, and leaned close to his mouth.

Feng Yi bit the apple, leaned his neck forward and kissed her lips. She stood bent over, her hands on Feng Yi's shoulders, somewhat unsteady.

He held Chang Yao on his lap and continued to kiss her until the apple in his mouth melted.

He loosened his grip slightly, but didn't let Chang Yao go. They leaned on each other and chewed the apple in their mouths.

He pressed against Chang Yao's back: "Go back to the room."

"Yeah." Chang Yao's voice came from her throat, soft and without temper.

Feng Yi picked her up and carried her upstairs, then put her on the bed: "Help me."

She thought Feng Yi was going to fight to the death, but unexpectedly he would do it in a different way. When she fell asleep, Chang Yao's entire mouth was numb.

The vacation with Feng Yi passed quickly. They changed into suits and went downstairs for breakfast. Everyone became serious again.

Now she looked at Feng Yi, and her mind was filled with the image of Feng Yi leaning against the pillow in disheveled clothes, wanton, seductive and dissolute.

Feng Yi stared at her blushing cheeks, thinking that they had been having a bit of a crazy time these past two days, and she seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, but she should still be more restrained during work hours.

"Try again sometime."

Chang Yao immediately avoided his gaze, put down her chopsticks, got on her electric bike and left.

When I walked into the company, everyone was talking about their holiday life, and Chang Yao was sitting at her workstation.

At this time, Wang Qin walked in. Everyone saw her and surrounded her: "Wang Qin, why are you suddenly dressed so conservatively?"

Wang Qin has a plump and voluptuous figure. She usually wears revealing clothes to work. This is the president's office, and all the people coming and going are big bosses. If they like her, she won't have to work for the rest of her life.

Wang Qin turned around in place: "How about it? It looks good, right? It's a popular outfit for the workplace, a white shirt and a hip skirt."

They always thought Wang Qin had a good figure, and girls with good figures look good in anything they wear.

"It looks good, but your style."

"You and Chang Yao are wearing the same thing, right?"

Chang Yao heard someone calling her name, and turned around with the documents in her arms. Her eyes fell on Wang Qin.

What Wang Qin is wearing today is similar to what she is wearing. It must be just a coincidence.

Wang Qin couldn't help but say, "It's fashionable to dress like this now. What's wrong with me changing my style? Let's go and get to work."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone dispersed. It's not a big deal to wear the same clothes as others, but whoever is ugly will be embarrassed.

They spent the longest time with Wang Qin and always thought that Wang Qin had a great figure and looked good in whatever she wore.

Comparing today, Chang Yao's figure is not inferior to Wang Qin. Chang Yao has a plump chest, a thin waist, and a perky butt. She is a real clothes hanger.

Wang Qin has a plump figure, but her figure is obviously not as saggy as Chang Yao's.

Chang Yao didn't take it seriously and focused on her work. Soon it was noon, and everyone went to get takeout and find a place to eat.

After finishing his meal, Feng Yi walked out of the office with soup and saw Chang Yao in the tea room.

He walked in and saw that Chang Yao's clothes seemed very tight, squeezing out her flesh. Before Chang Yao went out, he remembered that her skirt was loose. Did Chang Yao put her hair up?

Wang Qin turned around and met Feng Yi's eyes. She caught the look in Feng Yi's eyes. Sure enough, as long as she turned into Chang Yao, she could attract Feng Yi.

Feng Yi realized he had recognized the wrong person and turned to leave the tea room. Wang Qin chased after him: "Boss Feng, would you like some coffee?"

For the first time, Feng Yi felt the difference between the same clothes worn by different people.

Chang Yao has a great figure, and every time she wears a pencil skirt, people want to have sex with her. But when she wears it, it looks a bit greasy, and I never want to see this dress again.

"No need." Feng Yi walked past her.

He went up to the rooftop and saw that the door was open. Chang Yao was indeed there.

He put the soup in front of Chang Yao: "Drink it."

Chang Yao packed up the lunch box and stuffed it into the bag, then started drinking his soup.

Feng Yi was preparing fish feed, and everyone was doing their own thing. The whole space was very quiet, with only occasional wind blowing through the plastic bag, making a hissing sound.

Chang Yao always opens the door every time she comes here to eat, for fear that the smell of takeout will fill the whole room with odor, so it is better to eat with the door open.

She cleaned up the table and walked over to Feng Yi: "Boss Feng, what can I do for you?"

"Open the Ziploc bag and put these in."

"Okay." Chang Yao put on gloves and put the fish feed into the sealed bag little by little.

She sealed the opening, took off her gloves and went to the sink to wash her hands. Feng Yi pressed against her back, his hands resting on the table, his veins slightly bulging, looking particularly sexy.

Chang Yao saw this out of the corner of her eye, and her heart was itchy. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned around, raised her head, and put her lips close to his Adam's apple.

"Boss Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng Yi lowered his head slightly and said to her lips: "Wait to wash your hands."

"Do we need to be so close to each other when queuing?" Chang Yao took the initiative to get close to him.

Feng Yi put his hand around her waist, turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

After washing, he took out a tissue to wipe the water stains on his hands and covered her waist with his palms.

She couldn't help but tremble at the cold feeling, and Feng Yi kissed her lips.

He picked up Chang Yao and placed her on the table. Chang Yao leaned against his shoulder and said, "Boss Feng, it's almost time for work."

Chang Yao pushed him away, left his side, and went downstairs to punch in for work.

When Feng Yi left, he took her trash with him and locked the door.

After get off work, Feng Yi walked into the underground parking lot and saw Chang Yao's back. He walked closer and confirmed that it was not Chang Yao.

Wang Qin heard footsteps and turned around: "Mr. Feng, my car broke down. Can you take me to the subway station nearby?"