"Feng, the new image design of our website has been released, Mr. Buchanan is very satisfied with it, and now I need you to make the final review," Feng Yiping, who was in the library, received a call from Mike.

Feng Yiping flipped through various books on management styles on the bookshelf, because the meeting a few days ago made him feel a lot, and he felt that it was necessary to learn some different management styles.

"It's not up to you to decide these things, so why do you want me to participate?" This is also the difference between him and Jobs, he is very good at delegating power.

"Because the designer of this renovation plan is Miss Mayer, you won't forget!" Mike seemed to keep his voice down.

That's right, speaking of this, Feng Yiping seems to have deliberately forgotten that since Mayer has completed his entrustment, it is reasonable to see the final result and express his gratitude.

"Is Mayer there? Okay, I'll be right there. ”

Still in Mike's office, Marisa Mayer leisurely flipped through the web page with a cup of coffee, but ignored Feng Yiping's smile with gratitude and a little flattery, which made Feng Yiping feel like a hot face was on a cold face.

"Look, Feng, these changes are all Miss Mayer's construction," Mike brought him to his desk.

Although it was recommended by Page and Brin, and she was indeed a beauty, Feng Yiping still took it seriously, this is a major matter related to the image of the website, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Just looking at the interface of the website, he felt a lot more comfortable, and he asked a little puzzled, "Compared with the current plan, it doesn't seem to have changed much?"

"The basic architecture makes sense, so nothing has changed, but. Do you feel as if the website has changed? Look," Mike excitedly gave a presentation to Feng Yiping.

It's really like this, how to say it, the original website is like a female star who has just debuted, although she is naturally beautiful. But because there is no condition to hire a first-class stylist, and there is no condition to wear a customized dress, so beautiful is beautiful, but it is not unforgettable.

And now the website, it's like that little girl has made a name for herself, and she has hired a top designer to be responsible for image design, and all the clothes are also tailor-made. Therefore, although I didn't go to South Korea, the whole person was glamorous all of a sudden, looking forward to it, and his spirit was flying.

However, if you look closely, you will see that it is nothing more than a change of hairstyle. The eyebrow shape has also been adjusted, and the outfit is more suitable. The person is still the same person, and there are really not many changes.

"I can't say what is good, but overall it looks much more beautiful than the original plan, thank you! ”

Marissa Mayer seemed to have really just noticed Feng Yiping now, "Oh. Isn't this the big boss Feng who is busy with many things? When did you come? You still remember me?"

It seems that that sentence is really an iron law, regardless of a woman's heart...... Ahem, how big or majestic. You can't expect her to be so generous, or how generous she is.

Feng Yiping smiled and went to pour her coffee, "Hehe, there are really a lot of things these days, several companies, schools, and families, I have neglected your side for a while, but this is also because I believe that you can do my job excellently, without my heart, if it is other people of average level, I will definitely check three phone calls a day, so, speaking of which, it is also because you are too capable." ”

"So, or is it my fault?" said Marisa, frowning again, smirking rather than smiling.

"No, just sincerely, simply complimenting your abilities, Mike, call the people from the project team, find a restaurant, and at the same time celebrate the achievement, and thank Miss Marisa. ”

When the two of them were arguing, Mike kept burying himself in front of the computer, and then raised his head and said, "No, Feng, the project team has already had dinner with Miss Mayer a few times, since you also agree with this plan, we have to work overtime tonight to renovate the website, and the office has already ordered takeout." ”

"I see, Marisa, I'll leave it to you at night!"

"No, no," said Mike again, "tonight's business will not bother Miss Mayer at all, we will do it ourselves." ”

Feng Yiping really wants to say something, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't speak.

Mike suddenly felt that the little boss's gaze was not good, and touched his head, "Thank you again, Miss Mayer, I'm going to arrange the night's work," and ran out as if he were running away.

Feng Yiping felt that this product was suspected of defecting to the enemy, and it was also easy for beauties to get the support of men.

"Then Marisa, do I have the pleasure of having dinner with you?"

"You don't have to go home to take care of Jingping?" Marissa asked with a smile.

"If you want to eat Chinese food, then you are welcome to come to my house,"

Now it's a little better, two days ago, under the control of Mike and them, Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping hired a Mexican aunt to be a nanny.

"No, today I want to eat French food. ”

Feng Yiping heard that he had a toothache, just as Koreans are proud of their kimchi, and the French are also very proud of their food, but Feng Yiping doesn't love foie gras snails or something, and it seems that it is better than kimchi fried rice.

However, how can you refuse?

"Do you have a favorite restaurant?" Feng Yiping asked.

"You're in charge,"

"Okay, I'll ask, Mike," Feng Yiping shouted outside.

Mike held a box of takeaway spring rolls—Vietnamese spring rolls, and said, "I can't afford to book you a place right now, but you can find Mr. Fremont, and he will be able to solve it." ”

Yes, that's the head snake.

"Marisa, is it okay to ateliercrenn?" Feng Yiping asked over the phone.

"Yes," Marisa seemed a little excited.

"Then trouble you Fremont, we'll be there at half-past six, yes, two,"

Marissa hurriedly stuffed the computer into her briefcase, "That's it, you come to my house at half past five to pick me up,"

Feng Yiping was stunned, "Why don't you set off now?"

Marissa looked at Feng Yiping's casual clothes with a sneer, "That's a 2-star Michelin French restaurant, do you think you can enter just by being handsome?"

I'll admit I'm handsome, but I've never flaunted like a peacock, okay.

…………

This was a dinner that impressed Feng Yiping very much, prompting him to make a decision immediately, whether it was okay or not to come to such a French restaurant in the future.

It's not bad, it's really good.

Marisa is dressed up in a bright and beautiful way, the restaurant is also very elegantly decorated, the service is completely impeccable, every dish is also perfect, the color and aroma are all to the extreme - except for many dishes that are too exquisite, only one bite.

Yes, they ate 20 dishes for three hours!

Naturally, it's not cheap either, costing $2,100 in total!

However, Marisa was very happy, for more than three hours, although Feng Yiping had taken Tai Chi's dodging and moving to the extreme, she still learned a lot of interesting aspects.

No way, in that environment, for a beautiful woman with a smile like a flower, many times, it is difficult to refuse to answer her questions.

Similarly, Feng Yiping also learned a lot about Marisa's situation, her family, her hobbies, and why she said that she and Paige were just good friends now.

Lying lazily on the passenger seat, Marisa, who had drunk a lot of wine, looked at the little fresh meat next to her a little wantonly, "Okay, after your private jet is delivered, you must serve me for free once,"

"No problem, you just take it to China," Feng Yiping said, looking ahead.

Marisa's posture at this time was very seductive, some parts were very prominent, and the simple material of the evening dress was not covered in many places.

We are married men, we are born in an ancient civilization, and we must not be disrespectful.

In the little torment, I finally arrived at Marisa's house, as if in the United States, sending a girl home is a very skillful thing, if you do it well, you can enter the house, and then, you know, if you don't do it well, there may be no next time.

However, Feng Yiping didn't follow those essentials at all, he just went over and opened the car door, and quickly returned to the car, "Good night Marisa,"

Looking at him, Marissa smiled, "Good night!" and shook her head and walked home.

"Are you going home now, boss," Owen asked.

"Go home," Mr. Feng said.

He actually really wanted to go to San Francisco, to the nightclub he was passing by, and tonight, he really wanted to see another art in the United States -- that art called striptease.

However, when he got home and saw Huang Jingping, who was sleeping soundly with his hands on his stomach under the hazy night light, those messy thoughts all disappeared. (To be continued.) )