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

When Han Xie heard what he was doing, he found it incredible, but also very interested. He wanted to know how far he could go. He didn't expect that he actually wanted to open a separate page of law for robots.

Han Xie told him seriously: "Right now, robots are only on internship. We don't know whether they can adapt to workplace life. It's too early to make a proposal now."

Feng Yi understood his concerns. The current results did not meet the expected goals, but it would take time from proposal to approval, so he had to make arrangements in advance.

Chang Yao looked up at him with a hint of heat in her eyes. He had forced herself to come to the social event just to witness this incident.

Since he met Feng Yi, he seldom had social engagements. Even when he did, it was to discuss cooperation. He had a clear goal and never failed to achieve it. This time would definitely be the same.

"Dr. Han, what suggestions do you have for this project?"

"You have to complete the internship and officially start working before you can do it." Only such a proposal will be convincing.

"Okay, when that day comes, I hope Dean Han will implement what I said."

"Of course, I have been following this project." Han Xie clinked glasses with him, and they both took a sip of the wine.

Han Xie swallowed the wine in his mouth and said, "I saw someone I know, so I went to say hello."

This banquet was a gathering of leaders. He asked someone to get an admission ticket to attend in order to discuss the Robot Protection Act.

Chang Yao watched him leave and said to Feng Yi, "Apply for a protection law for robots!"

The robot was bullied, she was just angry. The law only protects humans, but there is no law to protect robots. She didn't expect him to do this.

"But the Han Academy doesn't seem to have much confidence in our project." He said those words just to wait and see.

Feng Yi said: "When it is truly accomplished, these people will do what they should do."

As long as this project is successful, everyone's attention will be focused on it, and there will be no shortage of Korean agreements.

"We're done talking, let's go back."

Everyone for the party hasn't arrived yet, so it's okay to leave now, but we'll leave later.

Chang Yao thought that since they were already here, they should eat something before leaving. She took Feng Yi's arm and pulled him to the dessert area: "Let's have some cake before going home."

Feng Yi responded, sat next to her, and looked at her gently.

Chang Yao took the plate and selected a few cakes that looked very appetizing and returned to the table. She tasted each one with a spoon. If she found one that tasted good, she scooped a spoonful and fed it into Feng Yi's mouth.

As long as she fed him, Feng Yi accepted everything. More and more people gathered on the field, and a group of them walked towards them: "Boss Feng, it really is you."

Feng Yi nodded at them, indicating that he had said hello and they could leave.

Their eyes fell on Chang Yao: "This is Mrs. Feng. You two are so well matched, one of you is a big shot in the business world, and the other is a successful philanthropist. What more could a husband ask for? It's truly enviable."

Chang Yao couldn't bear to listen any longer and felt that what he said was a bit exaggerated.

His flattery really suited Feng Yi's taste. Feng Yi's eyes raised and his face was full of joy. His wife was particularly outstanding.

Feng Yi picked up the wine glass next to him, clinked glasses with him, and took a sip.

He saw that President Feng actually toasted him personally, which meant that what he said was right: "If there is anything President Feng needs me for, please feel free to come to me."

He picked up a pen and wrote down the contact information on a napkin, then handed it to Feng Yi with both hands.

Feng Yi took it and said, "I'll contact you if I need anything."

When he heard what Mr. Feng said, he thought about the purpose of coming today. He knew many leaders, so he had to go and greet them. "Then I won't disturb your rest."

After he left, it seemed as if the news leaked out to them, and people came up to greet them one after another. Chang Yao was so flattered that she could hardly swallow it. There were still five small cakes on the plate, which seemed like a waste.

Feng Yi controls the economic lifeline of this city. Two-thirds of these people rely on his annual tax revenue for their salaries, so naturally they want to curry favor with him when they meet him.

Feng Yi saw someone walking towards him, frowned slightly, and became a little impatient to deal with it.

Chang Yao finally understood why he left just now. She thought it was just an ordinary party and they were not from this circle, so they would naturally not be noticed. However, she ignored Feng Yi's influence.

Chang Yao couldn't help but say, "Let's go."

"Ah."

They waited until no one else came in at the door and left immediately. They got into the car. Chang Yao turned and looked at him: "Next time I come to a party with you, I will definitely listen to you." They would leave when he said they would.

Feng Yi knew that as soon as he showed up these people would definitely come up to curry his favor. He would basically not attend such gatherings unless he had something to do.

Feng Yi parked his car in front of the villa. They opened the door and got out. Chang Yao went upstairs to find clothes to take a shower.

When Feng Yi came out of the shower, he saw Chang Yao sleeping soundly on the bed. He walked over to cover Chang Yao with the quilt, then went to the other side and lay down to sleep.

The next day, when the alarm clock rang, Chang Yao woke up in a daze, opened the bathroom door and went in to wash up, keeping her eyes closed the whole time.

Until she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, she forced her eyes open and saw Feng Yi walking out wrapped in a bath towel.

The upper body was stained with water vapor, which made the body reflect light and outlined the lines of muscles, which were deep and attractive.

Chang Yao opened her eyes and woke up completely: "Why are you taking a shower so early in the morning?"

"Going to exercise." Feng Yi said.

Exercise?! Chang Yao felt her body first and found no pain. Did they exercise?

Feng Yi passed by her and saw that she was in a daze. He supported her body with his hands, placed her on the sink, and leaned closer: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Yi felt cool, his hair was half dry and half wet and hung in front of his forehead, his eyes were full of affection, and she couldn't help swallowing.

"I'm not thinking about anything. I'm going to work." Chang Yao reached out and pushed his shoulder, trying to go down.

Feng Yi held her knees and slowly slid his palm upwards: "It's been a long time since you were here, do you feel better here?"

"I really have to go to work." Chang Yao held his hand to stop him from moving.

Feng Yi kissed her lips: "You're lying, your body is so soft."

He covered Chang Yao's lower back with his palm and pulled her into his arms with a little force.

He knew Chang Yao's body. Her waist was particularly soft when she was aroused. He kissed Chang Yao's neck.

Chang Yao's body swayed and she leaned back, unable to withstand his wanton teasing. The most hateful thing was that she couldn't use any strength at all.

His eyes were filled with aggression and possessiveness. Chang Yao was like a prey in the hunter's pocket. She fell into his trap little by little and could no longer escape.

Chang Yao hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips: "Can't take too long, I still have to go to work."

"Ah."

They had a blast in the bathroom early in the morning. At first they agreed to just have a quick taste, but in the end they forgot about time and just wanted to fight to death.

Feng Yi washed her body, carried her to the bed, watched her sleep, changed her clothes and went to the company.

When Chang Yao woke up, it was already dark. She remembered that she had not gone to work today, so she picked up her cell phone, but there was no incoming call.