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

Chang Yao transferred the money to Zhang Qiang's medical card and went to open the door when she heard a knock: "Assistant Wu."

"Boss Feng asked me to inform you about the afternoon flight."

Chang Yao looked hesitant, then nodded. In fact, there was no need to inform her in person about making a phone call.

She closed the door and began to tidy up the room. Zhang Qiang was her stepfather. During the time she lived with him, she learned everything except how to be tidy and clean.

She has the habit of throwing things around, and her room looks messy.

Feng Yi returned to the room and saw the quilt that was torn into pieces and his torn skirt on the floor. He picked them up and threw them into the trash can, put the things into the storage bag, and arranged them neatly in the suitcase.

He noticed that a white shirt was missing and took his things with him when he left, hinting that there would be a next time?

In the afternoon, they gathered in the hotel lobby. Wu Zhou checked out and boarded the plane, only to find out that her seats were connected to Feng Yi's.

Chang Yao sat in the side seat and wore an eye mask to sleep to avoid contact with her one-night stand partner.

Feng Yi glanced at her and felt that she must have been quite sleep deprived in her previous life.

Two hours later, the plane landed and Feng Yi gave them a day off.

Chang Yao went home, took off a set of pajamas from the clothes hanging on the balcony and went to take a shower.

She stood under the shower, her body wet by the hot water. The image of Feng Yi caressing her body emerged in her mind. She couldn't stop herself and was completely bewildered. It was quite a sense of accomplishment to conquer such a man.

But this kind of thing can't happen a third time. Feng Yi has a fiancée, and she has to have principles.

Chang Yao picked up the phone and saw the number that had no notes but was familiar to her.

"I'll transfer this month's money to you in a few days."

The middle-aged woman's voice on the phone was particularly harsh: "Are you trying to default on your debt? Chang Yao, don't forget, it was Zhang Qiang back then..."

Chang Yao frowned: "If you force me to death, you will never get the money." She hung up the phone, and soon another call came in.

She picked up the phone and wanted to throw it away, but saw the note: "Boss Feng, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Did you take my things with you when you left?"

"Something?" Chang Yao tapped her knees, thinking about what to take away from him: "Is it Mr. Feng's clothes?"

"Send the clothes to my house." Feng Yi sent her an address via mobile phone.

Chang Yao took out Feng Yi's shirt from the suitcase. Feng Yi's intention was obvious when he asked a woman to go to his home at night.

There is no such thing as a third time. She wanted to explain things clearly to Feng Yi. She stuffed the shirt into her bag and went downstairs with it.

She hailed a taxi and went to Feng Yi's villa, which was located in a prime location in the city center. There was a pond in the yard where fish were raised. The fish were colorful, many of which she had never seen before.

The layout of the trees in the yard is more like a return to nature. The whole yard looks very comfortable. Some people try their best all their lives but cannot get here, while some people are born here.

Chang Yao was about to knock on the door, but saw that it was ajar. She pushed the door open and saw disposable slippers at the door. She bent down to change her shoes and walked in.

"Boss Feng, I'm here to return your clothes."

Chang Yao walked in step by step. One wall of the living room was a wine cabinet with various bottles of wine in it.

There were footsteps upstairs, and Feng Yi came down in a bathrobe and caught her gaze: "Want to drink?"

Feng Yi didn't wait for her response, opened the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle of white wine, and poured her a glass.

She saw the double chicken logo on the bottle. The wine was very expensive and she had given it to guests.

Feng Yi picked up the wine glass, gently touched hers, and took a sip.

Chang Yao had a lot of bad things going on today, and she couldn't help but picked up the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

She likes to drink when she is upset, but her alcohol tolerance is very low. She will pass out after drinking four glasses of low-alcohol cocktails in the bar.

She drank until her head was dizzy, and she leaned on the armrest of the sofa, looking at Feng Yi with her head down.

"Why did you take me on this business trip?"

It's obvious that she can't help at all, it's the same whether she's there or not.

"I want to confirm whether you are willing to take only 25,000." Feng Yi said.

She forced herself to sit up: "I was only aiming for 25,000, but the gap is too big. If I can't come up with the money." They will die.

Before she could finish the last sentence, her head buried in Feng Yi's arms.

Feng Yi held her head and said, "This wine is called Montrachet. The sour taste of this wine will surprise people." Just like her appearance.

Chang Yao raised her head and said very seriously, "There are no surprises in my life." Only shocks.

Feng Yi lifted her chin: "You want money, I can give it to you, you can consider it."

Chang Yao sat back in her original position and said with a smile: "What are you considering? Being your lover?"

She shook her head, feeling very calm: "For someone of your status, I really can't give you anything except money. I will think about it carefully."

Chang Yao stood up and walked towards the door. Feng Yi supported her body with his palms: "Where are you going?"

"Go home, don't touch me, I can walk by myself." Chang Yao shook off his hand, walked to the door, changed her shoes and left.

Chang Yao stood on the path in the yard, looking up at the sky. People like her were destined to struggle in the mud. What was wrong with being a lover? Why was she being so noble?

She was also afraid that if she agreed, he would ask for more.

She did not deny that Feng Yi was very charming. He was very handsome when he was working seriously, and he exuded male hormones when he was infatuated. She felt that conquering Feng Yi was like conquering the whole world.

Feng Yi was wearing a bathrobe, and even though the collar was tightly wrapped, he still had the urge to untie the belt.

She also didn't know whether she was attracted to Feng Yi in bed or her boss who was serious and charismatic in real life.

Feng Yi stared at the open door and clenched his teeth gently. Even though he felt very bad, he still chose to indulge himself.

Unexpectedly, an indulgence would be met with rejection. This woman played hard to get.

The next day, Chang Yao woke up, picked up her bag, and searched for the lip gloss she usually used, but found it was missing. She looked at the mess on the floor and guessed that it had fallen somewhere. She bought it online for 9.9 yuan, so it was not worth the money, so she decided to buy another one.

She walked into Feng Yi's office and saw Wu Zhou there. She placed breakfast on Feng Yi's desk: "Lean meat porridge. I didn't ask them to add chopped green onions."

Feng Yi glanced at her and opened the lid of the takeaway: "From today on, your work will be arranged by Wu Zhou."

He continued without hesitation, "Don't think that you can secure the job just because you use me as a backdoor. If you can't do your job well, you'll be fired."

Chang Yao said seriously: "I will work hard."

Wu Zhou looked at President Feng and confirmed, are you really going to assign a job to Assistant Chang?

Feng Yi looked back at him expressionlessly, as if he was joking.

Wu Zhou nodded: "Chang Yao, come with me."

Chang Yao walked into his office and found that the pile of documents on his desk was even more exaggerated than Feng Yi's desk.

Wu Zhou rummaged through a pile of documents and found two. He thought that since she was a novice, he would not give her too much work.

He finally picked one and handed it to Chang Yao: "This one, the owner has been complaining for a month, go and find out the situation."

This property is special. It was Mr. Feng’s mother’s dowry, and Mr. Feng attaches great importance to it.