"Xiao Feng, come on, will you go for a drink with me?"
Wu Miaoyin stepped forward and took Yang Feng's arm, as if everything was natural.
"This, this isn't a good idea. Drinking won't solve the problem."
Yang Feng shook his head slightly, feeling the softness on his arm and the fragrant scent, which fueled his growing anger.
"Are you rejecting me?" Wu Miaoyin's alluring eyes suddenly dimmed. She released Yang Feng's arm, flicked her hair, and said, "Yes, I'm no longer your boss. I'm unemployed."
Looking at her distraught appearance, Yang Feng seemed to see himself in the past, when he was fired for messing with a rich second-generation. So he sighed and said, "Okay, Sister Wu, I'll go drinking with you."
"Really?! Let's go then." Wu Miaoyin's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and a triumphant smile appeared on her lips. She stepped forward, took Yang Feng's arm, and walked outside.
Upon reaching the doorway, Xiao Mo, standing there, looked at the two of them, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Sister Wu, what's going on here?"
"Xiao Mo, I've been fired from the company. I'm not your boss anymore. When the new boss comes, remember to follow the rules. He won't be as lenient with you as I was. Goodbye."
After saying that, Wu Miaoyin took Yang Feng's arm and walked towards the road.
"Sister Wu..." Xiao Mo looked at her melancholy figure as she walked away. She seemed to be smiling, but who knew how heartbroken she was inside?
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"We took a taxi to a bar in Dubai, where the security is better."
Wu Miaoyin took Yang Feng's thin arm, raised her head slightly to look at him, and made a suggestion.
"No need, I have a car."
Yang Feng smiled slightly.
"You have a car?" Wu Miaoyin's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, her face full of doubt. In her impression, Yang Feng should just be a college student. How could he afford a car?
"You're not trying to give me a ride on your bike again, are you? You men are so mean!"
Wu Miaoyin smiled charmingly, patted Yang Feng's chest with her small hand, and recalled the embarrassment of riding a bicycle together last time.
Speaking of which, his thing is quite big.
"Uh, no."
Yang Feng shook his head slightly, led Wu Miaoyin to the parking lot, took out his key and tapped it, and saw the Eastern Warrior flash in the distance.
Yang Feng quickly got into the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on Wu Miaoyin, who was standing outside in a daze, and said:
"Come on up, Sister Wu, what are you daydreaming about?"
"Oh, oh~" Wu Miaoyin came to her senses and sat in the passenger seat, her face full of complicated emotions.
She originally thought Yang Feng's family situation was the same as hers, but she didn't expect that he was driving in college, which could only mean that his family was well-off.
The age gap between them is too large, which makes her feel insecure about liking him, especially since he is four or five years younger than her.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 100: It's just unemployment.
While driving, Yang Feng glanced at Wu Miaoyin in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her preoccupied look, he couldn't help but say:
"Sister Wu, don't be so discouraged. It's just unemployment. I used to be laid off all the time. It's nothing to worry about."
Wu Miaoyin glanced at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes, but didn't say anything. She turned her head to the other side, looking at the night view outside, but couldn't hide the complicated feelings on her face.
Yang Feng held the steering wheel with one hand and scratched his head with the other, recalling what his father had said before.
Don't try to guess a woman's thoughts; make her try to guess yours, and you've already won half the battle.
Even now, Yang Feng still doesn't quite understand what his father is saying; perhaps his reaction is rather slow.
A moment later.
Wu Miaoyin turned her head and said, "Actually, I'm not feeling down because I'm unemployed. Do you think I'm the kind of person who's short of work?"
Yang Feng chuckled twice and said, "No, no."
Wu Miaoyin gazed quietly at the profile of Yang Feng's face, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes, before speaking:
"By the way, Xiaofeng, did your family buy this car for you to drive?"
She didn't think Yang Feng had the financial means to buy this type of SUV.
"Of course not. If my family could really afford this car, would I still be working for you?"
Yang Feng smiled faintly, his hands skillfully controlling the steering wheel, and said slowly.
Hearing him say that, Wu Miaoyin felt much better for some reason, and her expression was no longer as downcast as before. Then, she asked with some curiosity:
"Then, this car?"
"I thought it was something else." Yang Feng was relieved. It turned out that Wu Miaoyin had a problem with Yang Feng's car. He then said, "I took it while I was getting medical treatment somewhere."
Subsequently, Yang Feng recounted his treatment at the military region's nursing home, detailing some aspects and the fight, to Wu Miaoyin.
"You also know medicine!?" Wu Miaoyin's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. She thought Yang Feng's skill in playing the piano and his finger techniques were already very impressive, but he also knew medicine.
"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded almost imperceptibly.