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

"Go on." He felt that every time Chang Yao came up with an idea, it would surprise him.

"People now pay attention to information confidentiality. If you want to make a delivery robot, then you can expand the idea a little bit. The delivery address should be Nanxi Apartment, and then it will be delivered to each owner according to the registered information. In this way, the owner information of Nanxi Apartment will not be leaked to the outside world.

If there is a leak, it will be an internal problem, which will facilitate self-inspection. This will give the owner an absolute sense of security and may even attract more customers. Chang Yao didn't know whether this would increase their workload.

Chang Yao paused and said quickly: "I'm just suggesting."

Feng Yi nodded: "Your idea is good. Write me a detailed plan."

Chang Yao walked towards her room. Feng Yi saw her and said, "I have a computer in my room. Come to my room and use it."

"I'm fine." Chang Yao turned around and followed him into the room.

Chang Yao turned on the computer, opened the document, and wrote down her ideas in detail.

There was a knock on the door, Feng Yi went to open it, and when he came back, he had a few more boxes of things in his hands.

He placed them on the table, opened the lids, and saw boxes of exquisite fruits.

Feng Yi sat next to her: "What fruit do you want to eat?"

"Boss Feng, I better hurry up and finish the work."

Feng Yi always felt that this time when she came back, she was even more indifferent than before when she was angry. Women still like to be coaxed.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat some fruit." Feng Yi grabbed her hand and motioned her to relax, as it was just the two of them here.

Chang Yao pulled her hand out, picked up a piece of apple with a fork and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it while her fingers kept tapping on the keyboard.

Feng Yi sat next to her, leaning close to her back, correcting her formatting and some details.

Chang Yao patiently changed as he said, and he kissed Chang Yao's earlobe.

Chang Yao turned her head away: "Boss Feng, I'm working."

Feng Yi picked her up and put her on the bed, supporting himself with his hands on the sheets and holding her in his arms.

"Are you so reluctant to let you come back to me?"

Chang Yao met his gaze. He knew clearly why she came back to him, and he didn't need to care whether she was willing or not.

Feng Yi's palms wandered over her body. She grabbed the bed sheet with her hands, his teeth pressed against her lips, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Yi kissed her lips again and again, teasing her deliberately. She turned over and controlled Feng Yi under her.

Not willing to be outdone, she gently bit Feng Yi's Adam's apple, her voice softened: "Boss Feng, your reaction is even greater than mine."

Feng Yi lifted her body up, hugged her and kissed her lips, and they rolled around on the bed sheets...

She fell exhausted in Feng Yi's arms. Feng Yi kissed her shoulder reluctantly. The passion gradually subsided. They snuggled up to each other, and their hearts were instantly filled with warmth.

It is undeniable that the feeling Feng Yi gave her was something no other man could give her.

Chang Yao's body trembled, and Feng Yi pressed against her back: "For a month, don't suppress yourself."

They needed each other very much. Feng Yi placed his palm on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin...

Chang Yao saw the sun rising outside through the curtains, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

They woke up in the afternoon. Chang Yao sat on the sofa and continued working. There was a knock on the door and Feng Yi opened it.

Ma Sen and Fang Wenli stood at the door. Ma Sen spoke first: "Mr. Feng, is it convenient for you? I will take you to the construction site now." He wanted to let Mr. Feng know the progress of the apartment construction.

The waiter came over with the dining cart and saw that the door was crowded with people: "Mr. Feng, this is the meal you ordered."

Feng Yi moved aside to let the dining cart in. Mason saw that it was two o'clock in the afternoon. Was Mr. Feng having lunch or afternoon tea?

Chang Yao looked up when she heard the noise, and all of their eyes met. Feng Yi said, "Chang Yao, eat something."

Mason looked at her computer screen and saw office software, which seemed to indicate that she was working seriously.

Chang Yao just heard what they said at the door. She hadn't been here for a long time and also wanted to know the progress of the apartment construction.

"Boss Feng, I want to go too."

Feng Yi met her gaze. Is she in good health?

Chang Yao nodded, indicating that it was okay. Her legs felt a little sore and her waist hurt a little, but she should be able to walk.

Feng Yi said, "Well, let's go together later."

After getting in the car, Chang Yao fell asleep leaning against the car seat. People in the car were originally still talking about work, but as Feng Yi stopped answering, the conversation gradually became quiet.

When they arrived at the destination, Feng Yi woke her up, and they got out of the car, put on safety helmets, and entered the construction site.

We had previously visited the apartment scenic area and were now visiting the leisure and entertainment area. Fang Wenli pointed to a large open space.

"Boss Feng, this area is intended for sports equipment."

Chang Yao said, "Nanxi Apartments initially attracted young people. If the equipment is old, it will just sit there and collect dust. It would be better to integrate it. For example, the equipment in the gym should be suitable for both young and old."

Where there are young people, there must be elderly people, because the elderly will come to see how their children are eating and living.

Fang Wenli felt enlightened: "I will pay attention to equipment that can be played by both young and old."

Mason took them to the place where the express deliveries were kept. It was a large open space behind the security booth at the front gate, where a small warehouse would be built to store the items.

"We originally considered building a small grid to store takeout and stuff, but we couldn't store large items there because they would spoil easily if it rained, so we built a warehouse."

Fang Wenli continued, "Mr. Feng, now I have a question. How can we use robots to deliver large items to the owners?"

"I will hold a meeting with the R&D factory to finalize the plan."

Fang Wenli agreed, and Ma Sen led Feng Yi in front. Chang Yao was a little tired and wanted to rest in the back.

Fang Wenli noticed and walked over to her side: "Chang Yao, long time no see, how have you been recently?"

"pretty good."

"Are you still with Mr. Feng?" Fang Wenli asked.

Chang Yao closed her lips and didn't want to answer his question.

When Fang Wenli saw her like this, he knew the answer: they were still together.

Feng Yi has a fiancée, so there will be no future for them. After Chang Yao rejected him last time, he thought he could get over it. He tried to contact other girls, but when he saw Chang Yao again, he still felt his heart pounding.

This is something that other women don't have. He can tolerate it, but he has to be honest with himself, he still can't let go of Chang Yao.

Fang Wenli sometimes wondered if he would have a chance if they were done.

Chang Yao had almost rested and continued to move forward. Feng Yi walked for a while and looked back to see that she had not caught up with him. He understood what was going on with her.

"That's it for today. I'll go to the R&D factory tomorrow."

Ma Sen wondered if they were in too much of a hurry: "Boss Feng, you've finally come here, why don't you take a few days off."

"We can't delay any longer." The sales start date they set cannot be changed.

He wants people to buy finished products rather than semi-finished products that are still under construction and development. The apartments are not large in size but are exquisitely designed. The addition of artificial intelligence concepts not only gives the house a sense of belonging but also adds a layer of emotional value.