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

Feng Yi went back to the room, picked up his phone and sent her a message: Are you back?

Ten minutes later, he picked it up again. There was no reply from Chang Yao, so he lifted the quilt and lay down to sleep.

The next day, the alarm clock rang. Chang Yao sat up, picked up her phone, and saw the message: I don’t have the habit of staying overnight at other people’s homes.

They were just lovers by agreement, and she only needed to treat it as a job, meeting his needs and then going home.

Chang Yao opened the wardrobe and saw clothes piled up in a mess. She thought about tidying it up, but the more she sorted, the messier it became, so she finally gave up.

She saw the silk scarf pulled out and she stood in front of the mirror to braid her hair. She went to the bathroom to wash last night's clothes by hand, hung them up and went out.

She pushed open the door of Feng Yi's office and put breakfast on Feng Yi's desk. Feng Yi saw that the oil had seeped into the wrapping paper.

“Too greasy.”

Chang Yao picked it up, opened the package and took a bite. He asked the boss to make the pancake specially without chopped green onions, but he still thought it was greasy.

"Mr. Feng, you can just tell me what you want for breakfast next time."

Feng Yi looked at her: "As my lover, you should understand my preferences."

Chang Yao returned to her post. Wu Zhou knocked on the door, holding a document. He smelled something. "Boss Feng, these are documents I need to sign. Do you need any air freshener?"

Feng Yi hated the messy smell in the office, but when he saw her eating mouthful after mouthful, with her mouth stuffed full and looking so delicious, he didn't hate it anymore.

"No need. How's the progress over at Fang Wenli's?"

"The construction of the park corridor ceiling is going very smoothly. However, Mr. Feng, we have already invested 1.5 billion yuan, and there are still subsequent expenses to be incurred. If the opening funds cannot be recovered, it will be difficult to report to the board of directors." Wu Zhou hesitated, but still reminded Mr. Feng the truth.

Their company's entire year's performance is betting on the Nanxi Apartment project, which is too risky.

Feng Yi said: "If things are done well, someone will always pay for it."

If Nanxi Apartment is built according to the design and combined with his intelligent concept, it will definitely be a big hit.

Wu Zhou said nothing more, picked up the documents and left.

Chang Yao took out soy milk from her bag and placed it in front of him: "I didn't know you hated the taste. I'll take care of it. Soy milk is okay, right?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chang Yao poked the straw into the soy milk, took out the garbage after eating and disposed of it, took out the breath freshener and sprayed it into the air, with a faint scent of jasmine mint.

Feng Yi smelled it, and it smelled especially like her. He finished processing the last document and looked at her: "Come here."

Chang Yao walked over: "Have you finished your coffee?"

Feng Yi hooked his arm around her waist, closed the distance, and held her on his lap: "This smells good."

Chang Yao raised her arms and hugged his neck: "If you like it, I can give it to you."

He moved closer to Chang Yao's lips, and just as he was about to touch them, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and took a look. It was a call from the factory. He gently pushed Chang Yao away and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Boss Feng, there's a problem with the robot butler and we can't mass-produce it."

"I'll be there now." Feng Yi said and hung up the phone.

Feng Yi looked at her: "Come with me to the factory."

"Okay." Chang Yao picked up her bag and followed him.

Wu Zhou drove for half an hour and they arrived at the suburban factory. The workshop was divided into two major areas: one was the employee office area and the other was the machine storage area.

All the completed robots were neatly wrapped and quietly stacked aside.

Factory Director Li De personally greeted him: "Boss Feng, we've started programming some of the finished robots, but there are several conflicting instructions, so we can't proceed."

Feng Yi walked into his office: "Show me the program."

The person in charge of programming sent the program segments to the factory manager's email. He held the mouse and scrolled down to read quickly.

Feng Yi said: "The program is too complicated, it can be simplified."

When they heard what Mr. Feng said, they immediately went to simplify the program. They selected three robots to input the program, but there were still loopholes and errors in the input.

Feng Yi watched from the side, his brows slightly furrowed. Li De came over and said, "Boss Feng, it's lunchtime, why don't you have a meal before you get back to work."

Feng Yi glanced at the employees: "Order takeout, eat and then get back to work."

After they finished their takeaway, Feng Yi took the computer and started inputting programs in sections, and found that the problems were in the entertainment and action sections.

Robots cannot distinguish between recreational behaviors and serious actions. Simply put, recreational behavior instructions are relaxing and comfortable, while action instructions are serious and must be done with full effort.

If they want to input this skill, they must distinguish the difference between the two. Feng Yi held a meeting with them to discuss it.

Chang Yao sat nearby and took notes of the meeting. She had seen Feng Yi use his status as a capitalist to oppress others, and she had thought that he only had the ability to bully others with money.

He was very accurate in finding the problem, and his words were concise and to the point without any nonsense. Chang Yao felt that he was radiating light.

There's something really attractive about a man working hard...

Chang Yao realized that she was about to get trapped, so she tried to escape, looked away, and slipped out of the meeting room.

When she came back, the meeting was just over. She handed them the drinks and said, "There are fruit tea and coffee in there. You can choose your own. Thank you for your hard work."

She walked into the meeting room with coffee and placed it in front of Feng Yi: "Any results?"

"I will stay here tonight to solve the problem, you can leave work early." Feng Yi told her.

She hesitated and said, "I actually have an immature idea. I think the robot butler knows too much."

Feng Yi looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"What I mean is that a robot butler is only a companion for the homeowner when he or she is alone at home. It cannot replace a friend. The homeowner still needs to interact with the outside world, so it is acceptable if it does not have many functions. For example, in the entertainment section, some small games can be added to allow the two to interact.

Also, cooking machines are already on the market, so there's no need to compete with others. They could add more dishes, preferably with step-by-step instructional videos. Also, women are just as capable of making money as men these days, so the robots could be customized with designs like pandas or rabbits to attract women."

Feng Yi thought what she said was interesting: "Write down your ideas into a plan for me."

"Okay." Chang Yao walked out.

She walked into the lounge, pulled out a chair, sat down, opened the computer document, and began to write the plan.

Two hours later, she walked into the conference room with the plan and showed it to Feng Yi.

After he finished reading, his eyes fell on Chang Yao. He thought Chang Yao was just a vase whose body attracted him, but he didn't expect that she was quite capable.

Feng Yi asked everyone to come in for the meeting. He said to Chang Yao, "You go ahead and speak."

Chang Yao nodded and began to sort out the functions of the robot, providing detailed analysis and data charts.

Wu Zhou was taking notes at the meeting and looked at her with admiration.

Feng Yi looked at the people present: "Is there any problem in implementing it?"