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

Feng Yi stood in front of him: "Wait until the design draft comes out, and then we'll have dinner together."

Li De understood what he meant. Now the meal was just a social event. Once the design draft came out, they would celebrate.

Li De escorted them out of the factory: "Goodbye, Mr. Feng."

They got into the back seat, and Wu Zhou picked up the documents from the passenger seat and handed them back: "Boss Feng, these are the documents that need to be signed."

Feng Yi looked through the document to make sure there was no problem, then took out his pen and signed it.

Wu Zhou drove the car into the villa. They got out of the car, walked into the house, and saw a packaged express at the door, which was as big as a cabinet.

Feng Yi opened the express and asked his bodyguard to deliver it upstairs. Chang Yao turned around and saw that it was indeed a cabinet.

After the bodyguard came down, she was almost done with her rest and wanted to take a shower to feel more comfortable.

She carried her bag and hugged the bear upstairs. Feng Yi came out of the cloakroom and said, "From now on, your things must be neatly placed in there."

Chang Yao poured out the washed clothes from her bag, and Feng Yi spread them out one by one, teaching her how to fold clothes step by step.

She felt uncomfortable looking at the square clothes, but this was Feng Yi's request. When living under someone's roof, one must abide by the owner's rules.

She walked into the cloakroom carrying the folded clothes. Feng Yi pointed to the cabinet and said, "Put the clothes here, put the pants here, and hang up the skirts."

She folded the clothes one by one and put them in according to Feng Yi's instructions.

She carried the bear in and tried to stuff it into the highest compartment, but she lost her balance and fell backwards into Feng Yi's arms.

Feng Yi placed his hand naturally on her waist and bent down to kiss her earlobe.

Her body felt numb and the bear in her hand fell to the ground. Feng Yi picked her up and put her on the cabinet. He raised his head slightly and kissed her lips, from light to deep.

A confined space is the easiest place for ambiguous feelings to grow. Chang Yao hugged him tightly...

They had a great time in there, and Feng Yi carried her back to the bed and leaned over to kiss her.

Chang Yao turned her head and said, "I'm hungry."

Feng Yi stood up: "I'll go cook."

After he left the room, Chang Yao got up, took a shower, changed into clean clothes and went downstairs.

Her pajamas were made of silky fabric, and they clung to her body as she walked, revealing her tight curves in a particularly alluring way.

Feng Yi heard footsteps and looked over. His throat was dry, so he coughed lightly and poured a glass of water to moisten his throat.

Chang Yao saw the balloons from her last birthday on the shelf, but the air had gone out of them, leaving only the drooping shells.

She moved a chair and stepped on it, stretched out her arm to reach it, but found that she was still a little short, so she stood on tiptoe.

Her balance suddenly lost and she fell backwards. Feng Yi saw it and immediately ran out of the kitchen, but it was too late.

'Dang' she hit something behind her and landed on the soft carpet.

Chang Yao pressed her hand just below her shoulder; it hurt.

Feng Yi walked up to her and leaned over to look at her: "How is it?"

At this time, Xiaoyi was circling around them, completely unaware of what was going on.

Chang Yao considered herself strong and was even more worried about Xiaoyi's condition: "I just bumped into Xiaoyi, is he okay?"

Xiaoyi is not cheap, and she is not as valuable as Xiaoyi.

Feng Yi looked at her helplessly. It was already this late, and she was still concerned about whether there was a problem with a machine.

"Can you move?"

Chang Yao tried to move, but it was so painful that she felt she needed to slow down.

"I'll be fine in a moment." Chang Yao pressed the painful area.

Seeing that she was not in good condition, Feng Yi picked her up and put her on the sofa: "Lie down, I'll call a doctor."

Chang Yao tried to move again, but it was really not working, so she waited patiently for the doctor to come.

The doctor examined her and found that her bones were dislocated, so he straightened them.

Chang Yao sat up and stretched her body to make sure everything was alright: "Alright."

She was able to move, so she immediately went to check on Xiaoyi and found that there was a dent on Xiaoyi's head.

Chang Yao was a little anxious: "Boss Feng, I didn't mean it. Can Xiaoyi's brain be repaired?"

Feng Yi took a look, took out his mobile phone to test the function, and found that there was no problem, only the appearance was damaged.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It just needs to be returned to the factory for cosmetic repairs."

When Chang Yao heard this, she felt relieved. Fortunately, Xiaoyi was fine, otherwise she would not be able to pay it back even if she sold herself.

"What did you just do?"

"There's a balloon there. I probably didn't clean it up before." Chang Yao pointed in a direction.

Feng Yi walked over to take a look, saw the thing, stretched out his arm, raised his feet and took it down.

He threw the balloon into the trash can and said, "Don't climb that high next time. Call me if you need anything."

Chang Yao responded: "Is the food ready?"

Feng Yi walked into the kitchen, served the dishes and placed them on the table.

Chang Yao picked up the chopsticks and ate, her eyes a little blank, and she inadvertently followed Xiaoyi's body movements.

An idea suddenly flashed through her mind: "Boss Feng, I weigh 90 kilograms. If I were to press on Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi would be fine except for the damage to his appearance."

Feng Yi put down his chopsticks and listened to what she wanted to say.

Chang Yao looked at him and said, "If the cargo that fell down weighed more than 100 or 200 kilograms."

Feng Yi turned around and looked at Xiao Yi: "Can he become a delivery robot?"

Chang Yao thought for a moment and said, "We can design it into a Doraemon shape, with a treasure bag in front for takeout."

"That's a good idea. Write me the details."

"Okay." After finishing her meal, Chang Yao picked up her computer and started writing down her ideas.

She audited an architectural design class in college and found drawing not difficult. However, she felt that the industry made money slowly and would take several years, which she could not afford, so she chose a major that was easy to start after graduation.

She never expected that one day she would be involved in this industry.

Her drawing was not professional enough, but she expressed her ideas clearly. Feng Yi took a look at it and sent it to the design department.

The design department racked their brains for an entire afternoon but couldn't come up with any results, and President Feng just sent them his ideas so easily?

They took a look at the plan and thought it was a good one, so they started to design several robot shapes based on this idea.

Feng Yi and Chang Yao finally decided on a model that had a robot connected to a fenced steel plate flatbed truck. The fenced steel plate flatbed truck could be customized to ensure that every household had one. In this way, the robot only needed to scan the QR code on the truck to know which house to deliver it to.

This way, the number of robots can be reduced, and a few shifts can be prepared, with only some time for charging and rest.

A month later, the food delivery robot was completed. Chang Yao and Feng Yi went to the factory to check it out, and the technical department tested it immediately.

The robot can overcome obstacles, push the goods into the elevator, and then push it to the designated location. This series of actions is smooth and there are no problems.

After they finished the test, all their attention was focused on Feng Yi.

Feng Yi said slowly: "Yes, let's have dinner together tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng."

Li De booked a restaurant and they went there at the appointed time. They sat together, drank and talked about life.

Li De drank silently beside him and said nothing.

When the show was over, Li De had drunk a lot and was already drunk, but he still forced himself to make arrangements and send these children home.

He returned to the private room and held Feng Yi's hand tightly, feeling a little excited.