In fact, what she admired at this moment was not Ye Lai's brain circuit, but her eldest brother, how could he endure her and not kill her yet?!
When did her eldest brother's temper become so good?
Staring at her angrily, Feng Yuan walked in through the door and went to see the newborn.
Ye Lai wanted to go in with him, but the phone in his pocket vibrated.
I originally thought it was Jiang Yi calling to remind me, but the number displayed was hidden, and the three words "Unread" were displayed.
Ye Lai's originally cute eyes suddenly became sharp. She exited the door and went to a remote place to answer the question, "Boss?"
"oh."
There was a hint of laziness in the man's clear voice, "Isn't the mission over yet? It's time for you to clock in, Xiaoye Lai."
oh.
Check in...
There is just a new task for her to do.
Ye Lai grabbed her cell phone and looked inside the villa: "What's the mission?"
"I will send the information to your email later. You can see for yourself." The man should be smoking.
Ye Lai lowered his head and said, "Okay boss."
"Sayarai."
She responded softly: "Huh?"
The man laughed, but his words were a little cold: "Don't hang around outside for too long, you are AI, don't forget your mission."
"I know."
"Well, I'm done and I'll go back to the base."
"Okay, boss." Ye Lai hung up the phone, with a trace of solemnity on his face.
If she really takes on a new mission, what will Feng Yan do?
What to do with her battery?
The sky gradually darkened at this time, and gusts of cool wind blew by, stirring the long hair behind the woman's shoulders.
It wasn't until the drizzle fell that Ye Lai dialed Jiang Yi's number. Her tone was calmer than ever before: "I want to see you."
Jiang Yi thought that she had something big that she couldn't talk about on the phone, so he responded: "I'll decide the place, you decide the time. Feng Yan isn't suspicious of you, is he?"
"Suspicious?" Ye Lai looked strange, "I don't know if he has any intentions or not."
Jiang Yi sneered: "I'll call you when the time comes, don't let Feng Yan know."
After the call ended, the rain turned out to be a bit heavy.
Ye Lai ran back to the porch of the villa in a few steps. When he looked up, he saw a man leaning on the doorpost and smoking a cigarette.
He stood in front of the wind and rain, the smoke intertwined with the air, confusing his indifferent eyebrows.
Ye Lai's eyes suddenly became brighter, "Feng Yan, I'm going out later."
He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said nothing.
Ye Lai tilted his head, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"How can you tell that I'm unhappy?" Feng Yan lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Ye Lai poked his face, "Your face is as droopy as a donkey's face again."
Hearing this, Feng Yan's face became increasingly ugly.
Just when he was about to get angry, Ye Lai raised his fist and waved: "Who messed with you? Tell me and I will beat him for you!"
Feng Yan's irritated anger instantly stopped in his chest.
He looked deeply at the indignant woman in front of him and smiled playfully: "Going to meet your sweetheart?"
"No." Ye Lai shook his head but did not answer the next sentence.
Because Jiang Yi told Feng Yan not to know.
Feng Yan propped up his body on his shoulders and turned back to the villa: "Go."
They have nothing to do with each other, and they don't belong to the boss or the employees. Why should she tell him where she went?
Entered the door.
There is a row of people sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Mrs. Feng, mother and father Feng, two aunts, and Feng Wan.
When Feng Yan came in after finishing his cigarette, Mrs. Feng said: "Xiao Yan, how have you considered the matter between you and Qiao Qiao? If you think it's okay, then our family can prepare to hire someone."
Rich families have a lot of complicated etiquette, especially wealthy families like the Feng family, which have even more rules. The marriage of their heirs is still carried out according to the ancient three matchmakers and six betrothals.
Feng Yan pulled down his trouser legs and sat down. He pressed his eyebrow bone: "I didn't think about it. I'm not interested in her."
"interest?"
Father Feng stared at this word and showed a dissatisfied look: "Do you think marriage is a child's play? Is it a matter of interest? This is a matter for the entire family. Your future wife must come from a wealthy family and must be useful to the Feng family.
"
This is extremely realistic and ugly.
Feng Yan raised his eyes and raised his lips sarcastically: "So you married my mother?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the living room became quiet, especially Feng's mother's face was particularly ugly.
Father Feng stood up angrily and scolded: "How old are you? Do you think you are still 17? You can do whatever you want?"
"Then you marry me." Feng Yan unbuttoned the first button of his shirt impatiently.
"Feng Yan!" Father Feng shouted, "If you don't find it yourself, then we will find it for you. You can just attend the wedding when the time comes."
"Didn't I look for it?"
The father and son immediately became tit for tat.
Feng Yan was strong and strong, as tall and stable as a mountain. When his expression turned gloomy, he was as cold as the heaven and earth had changed. He stared at Father Feng: "And what did you do?"
Father Feng was stunned.
He looked at his son with some surprise.
Perhaps he didn't expect that Feng Yan could still remember things that had happened so long ago.
Feng Yan did have a girlfriend four years ago, but due to family reasons, Feng's father refused to agree and forced the woman to leave.
After a long silence, Father Feng's voice was like a bell, and he said firmly: "Your wife can only be chosen by the family, not to mention Cheng Lanlan, even if you find the next one yourself, it won't work! Of course, if you can find a woman who can help the Feng family,
, I will definitely agree."
Feng Yan licked his teeth, his eyes were fierce, but his words were extremely calm: "Feng Zhengyang, who do you think can make me do something I don't want to do? You?"
He stood up, and even though he was still angry, he still said to the other elders: "Grandma, mom, aunt, I'm leaving first."
Seeing Feng Yan striding away, Feng Zhengyang shouted loudly: "Stop! You don't want to take over the family business, do you?"
Speaking of family business...
Feng Yan suddenly stopped in his steps, and when he looked back, there was a chill in his eyes: "I don't want to take over, so are you ready to give it to Jiang Yi? Do you have the courage? Even if you do, do you think he has the life to take over?
?”
Such an arrogant and domineering tone was directed at his own father.
But Feng Yan never felt that he went too far. He should even praise himself for being too soft on Feng Zhengyang and Jiang Yi.
The door was closed, and the wind and rain squeezed in.
"Look at him!"
Feng Zhengyang pointed at the door and kept accusing Feng's mother who was silent on the side: "Is this the good son you raised? The women around him are different every day! Today he is worshiping his ancestors, and he even brought a girl here.
Bar?"
Mrs. Feng on the side explained: "That's Xiaoyan's secretary."
"secretary?"
Feng Zhengyang thought for a while and said with a gloomy expression: "Xiao Wan, find the secretary's number and give it to me. I will talk to the secretary personally and ask her to persuade Feng Yan to agree to marry Wang Junqiao."
He felt that if Feng Yan had the personality to be willing to take him home, then he would probably be very satisfied with that secretary.
It might be useful to ask the female secretary to talk about it.
Feng Wan, on the other hand, froze on the spot, at a loss...