As soon as Xiangcheng's figure turned into the villa, a red sports car followed from behind and stopped side by side with Dong Yizhuo's car.
"Boss." Dong Yizhuo exaggeratedly touched the cold sweat on his forehead, "You actually followed me." In fact, he already knew that Chu Feiyang was behind him.
"Don't come." Chu Feiyang had a gloomy look on his face, "You seem to have done more than the scope of an assistant." I don't know what happened, although I knew that Dong Yizhuo and Xiang Cheng would have nothing to do with each other, but seeing her with other men
It's just uncomfortable to be together.
"Um, hehe." Dong Yizhuo laughed, "There is an old saying in China, a fair lady will make a gentleman..."
"Otherwise, if you go to the United States this time, don't come back..." Chu Feiyang laughed maliciously.
"Boss, can you not be so threatening?" Dong Yizhuo's face drooped.
"Okay, no threats." Chu Feiyang raised a devilish smile, "But the company must develop..."
"Boss, I have something else to do. Let's go first." Dong Yizhuo hurriedly started the car. He knew that if he was talking about evil, the man opposite him was definitely a master. He would always be under his command, even though he knew it before.
However, the longer the days passed, the more he felt. Now he began to envy Feng. That boy was living happily in England far away from the emperor. But what about him? He hated his right hand. Back then, he began to envy Feng.
When he and Mu Feng drew lots to determine the division of labor, he got the job of the boss's assistant. It's not fair...
How could Chu Feiyang not know what he was thinking? He couldn't help but smile proudly: "Since you're here, let's go in and have a meal before leaving..."
Dong Yizhuo stepped on the accelerator, and the back of the black car instantly disappeared.
"You're a smart kid." Chu Feiyang muttered, and then drove the car into the villa. When he entered the house, he looked at his watch and saw that it was exactly seven o'clock.
"Mr. Chu, are you back?" Xiangcheng came out with a large plate of egg fried rice, "Wash your hands and you can start eating." Wu Ma was really her savior. She even steamed the rice in advance, so when she came back,
I just made egg fried rice and added a tomato and egg drop soup, it was simple and practical.
Chu Feiyang's breath was filled with the fragrance of egg fried rice, which actually brought back the distant but warm memories in his mind. He seemed to hear his grandma's old and loving voice again: "Xiao Yang, wash your hands and eat."
It's over..." Whenever he wolfed down the rice, his grandma always smiled with crooked eyebrows, and then kept saying, "Slow down, there is plenty..."
However, for many years afterwards, he never tasted the taste of egg fried rice that he remembered.