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

Her supervisor came over and said, "Your future responsibilities will be to check the equipment in the conference room, as well as print and organize the necessary documents."

Chang Yao nodded: "Okay."

"President Feng has a meeting in half an hour. Go prepare coffee and documents."

She handed the USB drive to Chang Yao: "Ten copies."

Chang Yao connected the USB drive to the computer and clicked print. She went to print, but seeing that the file was slow to come out, she went to make coffee first.

When the documents came out, she sorted them into pieces and stacked them up. Twenty minutes later, she placed the documents on the table in the conference room and turned around to pour coffee.

It was almost time, and everyone walked into the meeting room one after another. Feng Yi was the last one to come in.

Chang Yao followed him, pushed the door open with her arm and went in. Only four cups of coffee could be delivered at a time, so she had to make three trips.

She placed the last cup in front of Feng Yi and glanced at him specially. Feng Yi ignored her, so she went out.

Chang Yao sat in the office chair. It was good not to be an assistant. She didn't have to attend meetings and just sit there for two hours.

She took out her cell phone and saw the photos sent by Jiang Jingyu. Their studio had chosen a location, and in order to save money, they planned to decorate it themselves.

She scrolled through the photos with some envy in her eyes. It was great to be able to move forward!

Feng Yi passed by her office and saw the photos on her phone, which were the selfies of the boy from last night.

They were interacting so openly, so was the agreement he signed with Chang Yao just a decoration?

Feng Yi walked into the office and became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. He threw down the pen in his hand. It was good. He was a man who was supported by his money.

He picked up his phone and dialed Chang Yao's number: "Come in."

Chang Yao casually picked up a document and walked into his office: "I'm no longer your assistant. It's not good for you to let me in. It's not good for others to see you."

Feng Yi looked at her: "Come here."

Chang Yao put the documents on the table, walked around the table and came to him.

"Are you afraid that people outside will know about our relationship, or is it because of the man you support?"

"What are you talking about?" Chang Yao looked confused.

(Here Feng Yi forced Chang Yao, she was in pain.)

"Did you hear that?"

Chang Yao hugged his neck and said flatteringly: "I heard it."

Chang Yao was sweating all over, but she felt much more relaxed, as if the burden on her shoulders and the pressure in her heart had all disappeared.

Feng Yi could only bring her short-term pleasure, and she became more and more addicted to this feeling.

He leaned back and saw that two buttons on his shirt had fallen off. Chang Yao had pulled them off with her bare hands, which was quite wild. He liked to see Chang Yao unable to bear it.

Feng Yi realized that his care for her seemed to be deepening, which was not a good thing for him. He had to make it clear that there was a difference between just playing around and marrying her.

Chang Yao stood up to adjust her skirt and saw that he was buttoning his clothes, but the two buttons above the chest were missing.

Thinking of what she had just grabbed... She looked down at the floor and found two buttons.

"Wait a minute, I'll sew it back for you."

Chang Yao walked to the door, fixed her hair, opened the door and went out. Her boss came over and asked, "What are you doing in Mr. Feng's office?"

"The previous work has not been handed over yet, so I have to go in again." She picked up her bag and walked in under the sight of everyone.

When working in a hotel, I occasionally encounter violent customers. After checking out, the room looks like a war has been fought in it, with the sheets and quilts all torn.

She took needle and thread with her so she could sew it back home, so she could reuse it and save money.

At that time, the hotel allocated funds to her every month. Apart from the large expenses for machine maintenance, she would share the saved money equally with her subordinates.

I've become accustomed to carrying it with me, and I didn't expect it would come in handy again.

Chang Yao squatted on the ground, put the button back in place, passed the needle through the shirt, and sewed the button smoothly, stitch by stitch.

After quickly sewing a button, she searched her bag but couldn't find any scissors.

She leaned forward, took the thread between her lips, and bit it with her teeth.

Chang Yao's sudden approach made his heart skip a beat, but he remained calm on the surface.

The top one was not easy to sew while squatting, so she sat on Feng Yi's legs without hesitation and sewed it carefully.

Feng Yi subconsciously pinched her waist and said in a low voice: "Still want it?"

"Sew the button, don't move." Chang Yao was sewing the button near his collarbone.

Feng Yi smelled the scent on her body, and his Adam's apple rolled. When she bit off the thread, Feng Yi picked her up and put her on the table.

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door. Chang Yao put her hand on his chest and slid down the table: "I'm going out first."

Chang Yao opened the door and ran into Wu Zhou. She walked past Wu Zhou.

Wu Zhou walked in and saw President Feng's unsatisfied look. Not only was Assistant Chang cheating on President Feng, but President Feng also had feelings for Assistant Chang.

However, even though Mr. Feng is having fun, it still does not affect his marriage.

Wu Zhou placed the document in front of him and said, "Mr. Feng, Miss Yu called to inquire about Chang Yao's situation."

Feng Yi looked at him: "If you want to be her spy, you can leave now."

"Even if it's not me, there are other people in the company who are her spies. Asking Assistant Chang to move out of the CEO's office will just dispel Miss Yu's suspicions."

Wu Zhou took the documents, turned around, closed the door and left.

After get off work, Chang Yao took the bus home. When she went upstairs, she saw someone standing at her door. She stopped and her face became gloomy.

"How did you get here?"

Mother Pei yelled at her, "The little money you gave us was all used up in the hospital. We'll be living with you from now on, and you'll be responsible for all expenses."

Chang Yao panicked: "I'll give you money, you leave now."

Mother Pei walked over and watched her transfer the money: "It's only 5,000 yuan, just enough to send away beggars. From today on, we'll live here."

She just wanted to see. Chang Yao always said she had no money, but when she heard that he had to spend tens of thousands of yuan for hospitalization, she wondered whether he had money or not.

Chang Yao became agitated: "There's not much left of the compensation awarded by the court. Don't push your luck."

"The court's ruling wasn't much, but can you live with your conscience? Look at my daughter. She's become what she is now because of you. You have to make money for us all your life."

Chang Yao covered her head and squatted down: "Whoever did it, you should hold him accountable. Why are you bullying me?"

Mother Pei snatched her bag, took out her keys, and opened her wallet. She saw a pile of credit cards inside and asked, "Can I use money in these?"

Chang Yao saw her pick up Feng Yi's card and immediately snatched it back: "Don't touch my things."

Mother Pei opened the door and pushed the wheelchair in. We've come this far, I don't believe she won't give us the money.