Morty wait for the wind

In the magnificent Lei Family Villa, in the study on the third floor.

Yan Jiaqin sat majesticly behind the exquisitely carved mahogany desk, looked at Lei Yifeng calmly, "Have you met Lao Ran's daughter?"

"En." Lei Yifeng responded casually.

"Contact her more when you have time, and we will hold an engagement ceremony for you after the Spring Festival."

His tone was very flat, as if casually mentioning a trivial household matter, but Lei Yifeng's expression twisted instantly, "What?!...I don't agree!"

Lei Jiaqin ignored him and lowered his head to open a folder on the desk.

"Don't even think about it," Lei Yifeng sneered, "Unless you don't feel ashamed and tie me up then."

Lei Jiaqin's eyes were still fixed on the document in his hand, as if he didn't care about Lei Yifeng's protest at all.

"Why? Why do you want to interfere in my personal affairs?" Lei Yifeng's heart ignited a fire, which made his eye sockets a little red, and he couldn't choose what to say:

"Who do you think is better, then you go and marry it yourself! Why don't you give it to me?!"

"You bastard!" Lei Jiaqin suddenly took down the document in his hand and got up, "Do you still think I'm your father?!"

"Father?" Lei Yifeng snorted and looked straight at him, "Do you think I'm your son?"

He almost yelled at Lei Jiaqin: "You have cared about me, cared about what I want or not, have you understood me? Huh?"

Lei Jiaqin's steady eyes fluctuated slightly, but his face was still calm, giving people a sense of deterrence without anger. He seemed to be thinking about something, and sat slowly on the mahogany book chair for a long time, leaning back Leaning on the back of the chair, with his right hand resting on the armrest of the book chair, "Shall we make an exchange?"

Lei Yifeng looked at him indifferently, without responding.

"You don't want to marry the daughter of Lao Ran's family, you can, let me go to work in the company from tomorrow." Lei Jiaqin said the terms of exchange slowly, looking at him firmly.

"..." Lei Yifeng's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he thought to himself.

He will never marry a woman he doesn't like. If he doesn't agree to the exchange, he can imagine what the consequences will be - all his current cars and houses will be confiscated, and his bank and bank cards will be frozen.

If he didn't care about it before, he might just shake his head and leave without saying a word, but now, he has some scruples.

He needed money now to buy that house back, a house to put Morty in.

He didn't have the courage to go there before, but when he stepped into that house again, he wanted to buy it back. He wanted her to have peace, and he didn't want anyone to disturb her again.

"Okay, I'll go to the company tomorrow." After a long silence, Lei Yifeng finally responded.

Lei Jiaqin straightened up, lowered his head and picked up the documents on the desk again without raising his head, "I'm going to find Uncle Wei directly tomorrow."

Lei Yifeng didn't respond, he turned around and left the study.

Moti's work efficiency is very high. When Lei Yifeng went there in the afternoon, he had already moved out of the house, and it was cleaned and spotless.

Lei Yifeng had already found someone to find out the information of the owner of this room.

No one will have trouble with money, so the transaction was completed smoothly.

He asked someone to change the lock again, placed her tablet on the table, bought a few bouquets of flowers and placed it in front of the tablet.

After doing all this well, he found himself relieved a lot, and the feeling of palpitation and suffocation was much relieved.

When he walked downstairs, it was past seven o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't had dinner yet.

Thinking of the meal that was put on the table in his exclusive private room last night, he didn't eat it, didn't care, just threw it on the table like that, he couldn't help wondering if Moti would be angry, and would he prepare it for himself today?

He drove to the bar, and when he entered, there was a coquettish pole dancing woman on the stage. The woman's soft body was leaning against the pole, doing some seductive and even debauched moves.

How fucking vulgar!Lei Yifeng cursed in his heart, he suddenly felt that Moti shouldn't be here, and his unique temperament was completely incompatible with this place.

The private rooms here are generally not locked regardless of grade. When he opened the door, he just happened to meet Moti coming out with the blue insulated lunch box from yesterday, and there was a black patterned lunch box on the table, and he was still careful next to him. The ground was covered with napkins, and the cutlery was placed on it.

Lei Yifeng didn't expect to meet him just by chance, he was a little embarrassed, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "...You, you have quite a lot of lunch boxes."

After I finished speaking, I felt even more embarrassed, fuck!What the fuck did I say.

Moti looked at him with some amusement, and Yan Jian replied, "Not many, just two."

Lei Yifeng: "..."

Mo Ti moved his body slightly to the left, ready to walk outside Lei Yifeng.

"Wait a moment……"

When passing by, Lei Yifeng suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, "Stop playing the piano."

Moti turned his head and looked at him calmly.

"If you are so careful, you should be very suitable as a deputy. You..." Lei Yifeng looked at him, as if hesitant, "Will you help me?"

The corners of Moti's tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, and he raised his left hand to cover Lei Yifeng's hand holding his right arm, "I am willing to do whatever you want."

Lei Yifeng's brain went crazy, and he made a mess of porridge. He withdrew his hand suddenly as if being shocked by an electric shock, and turned his head back to him unnaturally, "You go back early tonight, I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Moti responded lightly, closed the door and left.

Chengfeng Group Corporation, Office of the Deputy Chief Financial Officer on the sixth floor.

Uncle Wei pointed to the thick stack of folders on the table, bowed slightly and respectfully said: "Young Master, you can read through these documents first in the morning, and if you have any questions, you can directly ask Secretary He, and I will come back in the afternoon."

"Yes." Lei Yifeng nodded, and said, "Uncle Wei, don't call me Young Master from now on, just call me Yifeng. Also, I want him to be my assistant."

Uncle Wei glanced sideways at the thin young man standing beside Lei Yifeng, smiled with wrinkled eyes and said, "Okay."

Then he turned around and confessed a few words to Secretary He who was standing by the side before leaving.

Secretary He is a talent carefully selected by Uncle Wei. Although she is a woman, her work ability is not inferior to that of a man. She is also very smart. She knows that although Lei Yifeng is only a deputy financial director in name, he is a real The future helm of the group.

Although Chengfeng Group is a joint-stock company, more than 70.00% of the shares are in the hands of Lei Jiaqin, who is the chairman and CEO of the entire group—the real power holder and owner.

There was only one son in the Lei family, the young master Lei in front of him. Secretary He was both grateful and terrified that he could be sent to his side. He hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Hello, Deputy Director Lei."

"En." Lei Yifeng sat behind the desk, nodded slightly in response, looked at the documents on the table, frowned his handsome brows, and looked up at Moti irritably.

Moti walked over with a blank expression, bent down and picked up the top folder, opened it in front of him, and said indifferently: "It will take you more than two hours to read every page for 5 seconds, so hurry up and read it now." Bar."

Lei Yifeng: "..."

Xin said that I asked you to help me, not to supervise me.

The fact that the young master of the Lei family finally came to the company was not deliberately publicized, but it quickly spread throughout the entire Chengfeng Group head office.

Everyone knows it well, and they all want to witness the true face of this tens of billions of future successors of the group.

During the lunch break, many people passed by the deputy director's office, intentionally or unintentionally peeking in through the glass door.

Lei Yifeng didn't bother to pay attention, put his feet on the desk, leaned his head on the office chair and closed his eyes, and read the documents all morning, but Mr. Lei was exhausted.

Moti came to the tea room and poured himself a cup of coffee. His hearing was much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and even through a wall, he could clearly hear the whispers in the corridor.

The topic of discussion is nothing more than about the young master of the Lei family.

A familiar sound of footsteps came from far and near, Moti frowned slightly, put down the cup in his hand and got up.

"Long time no see, Xiao Mo." The visitor casually locked the door of the tea room and smiled at Moti.

Moti looked at him indifferently, without the slightest ups and downs in his tone: "Long time no see, Chief Officer."

The director officer's eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses were obviously darkened, and he walked towards Moti, reaching out his hand as if wanting to touch his hair, "You are here to help me, right?"

Moti quickly grabbed his hand and shook it off, and said coldly: "Director Officer, I think it's better for us to have less contact."

After speaking, he passed him and went straight to the door of the tea room, went to the bathroom and poured cold water on his face, but accidentally heard a voice from the toilet cubicle—it was about Lei Yifeng again.

There are very few people coming and going during lunch break.

The man was probably on the phone, his voice was so low that most people couldn't hear him clearly, but Moti could hear him clearly.

——"Oh my god, it's so fucking unfair. That playboy from Lei's family became the deputy financial director as soon as he came. It really is a society where he fights his father... I heard that private life is very chaotic. It is said that he plays with men and looks like that I just owe it to you, it's so fucking disgusting... This Lei family will probably lose to this playboy in the future..."

Moti stood calmly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the bucket of toilet cleaner and mop on the ground beside him. The cleaning staff probably forgot to pour out the dirty water in the bucket. Moti walked over to take the toilet cleaner Pour it all into the bucket, then lift the bucket, and pour it all in from the top of the toilet cubicle with a "crash".

The unpleasant stench of dirty water mixed with toilet cleaner permeated from the cubicle in an instant, making people nauseous and almost suffocating.

Immediately, there was a sound like killing a pig in the cubicle, "Fuck! Who the hell is so wicked?!"

Moti threw the bucket on the ground, stepped on the compartment door, and said in a cold voice, "Next time I will hear someone talking about our Deputy Director Lei in private, but it will not be so simple."

The voice in the compartment fell silent instantly, only the man's flustered and trembling breathing could be heard.

Moti withdrew his foot from the door, a sarcasm flashed in his quiet eyes, he turned and went to the sink to wash his hands again.

Probably since returning from studying in the UK, Lei Yifeng has not touched these densely packed texts for more than two years. He was dizzy from reading all morning, and his life and schedule were irregular in the past. Finally, he felt that he could fall asleep standing up.

Secretary He specially went to a high-end restaurant to order lunch for him, but he didn't have time to eat, so he fell asleep with his feet on the desk and his body leaning against the back of the chair.

The temperature in midwinter is very cold. Although the air conditioner is fully turned on indoors, it is still easy to catch cold when you fall asleep.

Moti came in and saw his strange sleeping posture, and felt a little funny, and even thought about how he would wake up with an ignorant and funny look if he fell off the chair.

Lei Yifeng looks very good-looking, the kind of handsome and charming good-looking.

Moti straightened his back and watched his sleeping face silently for a long time, took off his coat and walked over, and put it on him lightly.