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

If she were to apply for a job matching her major now, it would be difficult for her to find such a high salary. She needed money, a lot of money to cure that person.

Chang Yao rummaged through her bag and found the business card Feng Yi had given her. She dialed the number on it.

Feng Yi was in a meeting when he saw his cell phone screen light up. He picked it up and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number and not many people knew his number.

An unfamiliar number...it might have been given out recently.

Feng Yi raised his hand to signal a pause in the meeting. He walked out to answer a phone call: "Hello."

The deep and magnetic voice brought her back to last night. Her cheeks felt slightly hot as he gasped and endured in her ear.

Feng Yi waited for a while, but she didn't say anything. Did she have something to say but was too embarrassed to speak?

"No, I'm hanging up!"

"Mr. Feng, I lost my job because of you and now I urgently need a job." Chang Yao spoke in time.

"Now that you have taken the money, our relationship should be over." Feng Yi likes the feeling of teasing his prey.

He was still recalling the feeling of last night, and he felt that he really should have a woman by his side.

"You have a fiancée, but you did that last night. What if I tell your fiancée?" Chang Yao looked at the deflated wallet and suddenly became bolder.

Feng Yi's eyelids tightened and lowered, and a sense of danger surged out.

"You're threatening me."

"I applied for the position of president's assistant through formal channels, but among the other applicants, I didn't stand a chance because of my academic qualifications. If you can come forward, my job will be secure." Chang Yao heard his unhappy tone and took the initiative to explain the matter.

If she had a chance of winning, she would never make this call. This salary could solve her life difficulties.

Assistant to the CEO?! Quite ambitious, and seemingly becoming more and more interesting, Feng Yi's lips curved into an arc.

"Okay, as you wish." After saying that, Feng Yi hung up the phone, walked back to the meeting room and continued the meeting.

After the meeting, Feng Yi asked his assistant to do this. In the evening, she received an employment notice and was exempted from the second round of interviews, so she could go to work directly the next day.

Chang Yao fell on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Yi was indeed quite useful.

The next day, she reported to the company in formal attire. Feng Yi's direct assistant introduced her to the job: "My name is Wu Zhou. I'm usually responsible for Mr. Feng's work arrangements, and you'll be responsible for Mr. Feng's life."

"What is my specific job?"

Wu Zhou continued, "Boss Feng is a complete workaholic. He spends most of his time at the company. You need to take Boss Feng's clothes to the dry cleaners every day, prepare his three meals a day, and make coffee..."

Chang Yao listened and felt that this job seemed to be similar to what she did in the hotel, and she could do it well.

"clear."

"Your workstation is in President Feng's office. He will assign tasks for you." Wu Zhou took her around the company and then went back to his own work.

Chang Yao walked into the office, saw the empty desk, and walked over.

Feng Yi stared at her legs wrapped in the hip skirt, which were white and soft.

He coughed lightly: "Pour me a cup of coffee."

Feng Yi's desk was a bit wide, and she couldn't reach the cup standing opposite him, so she had to walk to his side.

He put his arm around Chang Yao's waist and held her on his lap.

Chang Yao was embarrassed and annoyed: "Boss Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng Yi smelled her, it was fragrant, but not like pure perfume: "What's that smell on you?"

“Is this my job?”

"You want to be the president's assistant, isn't that what you want?" Feng Yi lifted the hair on her neck.

Knowing that he was quick to pay, she followed him eagerly, wanting to continue with him.

Chang Yao shrank back sensitively: "Boss Feng, you misunderstood. I really only came to you for work."

Feng Yi was about to kiss her neck, but she tilted her body to avoid him. "The CEO's assistant salary is 25,000 yuan a month, which is enough for me. I don't want to make extra money."

When he heard Chang Yao's words, he let go of her hand and his expression returned to normal. She didn't want to maintain a relationship with him.

Chang Yao took his cup and went out to pour coffee. When she came back, she saw Wu Zhou reporting to him.

She sat in a chair and listened, and felt that the boss was not as leisurely as she had imagined. Feng Yi had a full work schedule for the morning.

Feng Yi handed the document to Wu Zhou: "Reorganize this information."

"Mr. Feng, I have to go out and confirm with the engineering department later. If it's not urgent, I'll deal with it when I come back." Wu Zhou's work schedule is also very full.

Feng Yi looked at her and said, "Wu Zhou, you can give her some of your workload."

Wu Zhou glanced at President Feng and confirmed with him. Didn't they say that Chang Yao would come only to be a personal assistant?

Feng Yi had a blank expression on his face. What he said was true and it could be arranged.

That woman didn't want to get a salary of 25,000 yuan. She really thought that 25,000 yuan was just to take care of his daily life. It was too easy to earn this money.

Wu Zhou returned to his office and brought over some documents. "Assistant Chang, please sort these out. If you have any questions, you can contact me."

"Okay." Chang Yao took over.

Chang Yao sat in the chair, flipping through the files, completely clueless. She turned on the computer and found the document.

It was full of dense numbers and dates. She took out her cell phone and asked Wu Zhou what to do with it.

This information was sent from the engineering department. Mr. Feng wants to check the ratio of the materials entering the warehouse and the consumables to confirm whether there are any problems with the project.

The document with the problem probably had incorrect data in the compilation. President Feng wanted them to confirm it again. This was the company's largest project this year, and President Feng was paying close attention to it. Wu Zhou sent her the detailed instructions on how to compile it.

Chang Yao followed his instructions and sorted out the data bit by bit. She had difficulty learning math in school, and now she felt sleepy when looking at numbers when she grew up.

She didn't know how many times she yawned in front of the computer, but she still forced herself to look at the numbers.

When Feng Yi heard the slightest sound, he would look up at her. She really was here to make 25,000 yuan.

Time passed quickly and it was time to get off work. She put the sorted documents on Feng Yi's desk.

Feng Yi flipped it open and took a look. This time the data was normal and there was no problem. She had organized it very carefully and even printed out the annotations.

Chang Yao asked, "Boss Feng, is there anything else to do? If not, I'm leaving."

"Order me some takeout."

"What do you want to eat?" Chang Yao took out her cell phone and returned to her desk.

"It's up to you." Feng Yi had no requirements for food.

Chang Yao saw that there was some good bibimbap nearby, so she ordered some for him and then carried the takeaway back to the office.

"Boss Feng, the food is here."

Feng Yi put away the pen, walked to the sofa, opened the lid, and saw the coriander leaves and chopped green onions on it.

"Chang Yao, I don't eat onions, ginger, garlic and coriander." Feng Yi said.

Why didn’t you tell me when you ordered? Chang Yao walked over patiently, picked up the chopsticks and picked it out for him.

Feng Yi leaned back on the sofa and looked at her quietly. She had deep facial features and wore light makeup, and the more he looked at her, the more attractive she became.

Chang Yao poured the selected seasoning into the trash can: "You can eat it now. I'm off work."