Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Chen Yang got up and walked into the bathroom. A wave of heat hit him. Yang Mi was standing in the shower with her back to him, her towel had already slipped down to her waist.

That section of smooth, white back resembled a piece of fine mutton fat jade, with water droplets rolling down the graceful lines of the spine.

Chen Yang squeezed a handful of shower gel into his palm, rubbed it to create foam, and then placed his hands on her shoulder blades.

The master-level massage technique naturally began to work, with the thumb slowly pressing down along the Jianjing acupoint, the force neither too light nor too heavy, just right at the critical point of soreness.

Yang Mi shuddered, bracing herself against the wall with both hands, her voice as soft as melted honey: "Mmm...you little rascal, your grip is just right."

Chen Yang pushed his palms along her waistline to both sides, his fingertips rubbing over the acupoints near her lower back, and said with a smile, "Auntie, several acupoints on your back are blocked. It's obvious that you're tired from sitting in the office all day."

Yang Mi's waist went limp, and she leaned back into Chen Yang's arms, looking up at him with a thin layer of tears in her eyes: "Then you should help me clear it up properly."

Chen Yang lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, his hand continuing to move downwards: "Don't worry, Auntie, I'll make sure you understand everything clearly."

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the two figures were intertwined, while the shower water gently washed over the tiled floor.

Later, they moved from the bathroom to the bed, and then rolled from the bed to the chaise lounge by the bay window.

Outside the window, the city lights twinkle, while inside, a different kind of everyday life unfolds.

Just as Yang Mi finally curled up contentedly in the blankets, the familiar notification sound popped into Chen Yang's mind.

[Ding! In-depth communication with Daoist partner Yang Mi completed. Congratulations, host, you have gained 300 Qi and Blood points.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired a new skill—Advanced Combat Mastery.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the item - Youth Preservation Pill x1.]

Chen Yang felt a surge of joy in his heart, but he didn't show it out loud.

He first allocated 300 points of health, added 150 points to strength, and added 150 points to agility.

A surge of heat coursed through my limbs and bones, as if my muscles and bones had been reforged, and every muscle fiber became stronger and more elastic.

Advanced combat skills were directly infused into his mind, and the essence of various fighting styles was instantly integrated. Punches, grappling, throws, and joint locks all became muscle memory.

Chen Yang clenched his fist and could clearly feel the change in power. Now, he could probably smash a brick to pieces with a single punch.

As for the Youth-Preserving Pill, the system description says that taking it can keep your appearance forever and keep you young forever.

This good stuff should be saved for Yang Mi.

Chen Yang looked down at Yang Mi, who was already fast asleep in his arms, and smiled.

Although this woman is very well-maintained, there are still a few faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes. The anti-aging pill would be most suitable for her.

But there's no rush now; we'll wait for the right time.

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Yang Mi, already dressed in a smart black suit dress, was making a phone call in the living room, wearing high heels.

She saw Chen Yang come out in his bathrobe, gestured for him to wait a moment, quickly ended the call, and came over to straighten his collar.

"I've asked the driver to wait downstairs. You should go to the airport to complete your resignation procedures first. I'll send someone to pick you up at noon and bring you to the company."

Chen Yang nodded in agreement, kissed her cheek, and said, "Okay, it should be done in about an hour. I'll call you when I'm done."

Yang Mi took a car key out of her bag and put it in his hand, saying with a smile, "I almost forgot, you can borrow this car for now, so you don't have to take the subway anymore."

Chen Yang looked down and saw that the key had a Porsche logo on it.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Yang Mi had already stepped out the door in her high heels, leaving behind a sentence that lingered in the air: "Hurry up and go, don't dawdle."

Chen Yang changed his clothes and went downstairs, where he found the silver-gray Porsche Cayenne in the underground parking garage.

The moment he started the engine, the deep roar of the V8 gave him a surreal, almost unreal feeling.

Yesterday I was a security guard earning 5,000 yuan a month, and today I'm driving a luxury car worth millions to resign.

Who can predict the twists and turns of life?

Forty minutes later, Chen Yang parked his car in the staff parking area of ​​Jiangcheng International Airport.

He strode toward the security department's office, and several of his colleagues stared in disbelief at the car he was driving.

The security department office was filled with smoke, and a middle-aged man with a burly face sat with his legs crossed, playing a mobile game.

This man is Zhang Dabiao, the captain of the security team. He usually likes to bully his subordinates by taking advantage of his little bit of power.

Chen Yang pushed open the door and placed the completed resignation letter on the table: "I'm quitting. Here's my resignation letter. Please approve it."

Zhang Dabiao didn't even look up, his eyes glued to his phone screen, muttering, "Resign? You think you're all that now, quitting like that?"

Chen Yang patiently said, "I've found a new job and want to hand over my responsibilities as soon as possible before leaving."

Zhang Dabiao finally put down his phone, crossed his legs, glanced at him sideways, and said sarcastically, "Get out of here as soon as possible? Your contract says you need to give one month's notice, don't you know that?"

Chen Yang frowned: "How about this, deduct one month's salary in lieu of the notice period, okay?"

Zhang Dabiao slammed his resignation letter on the table and his voice suddenly rose: "What a load of crap! You haven't even been fined for the conflict you had with the passenger last month. If you add this month's salary to the fine, I bet you won't get paid and you'll have to pay out of pocket."

Chen Yang's face darkened.

In the incident last month, it was clearly a drunk passenger who started the fight and was only acting in self-defense. The outcome was that the passenger was fully responsible.

Zhang Dabiao bringing up old grievances was clearly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble.

"Zhang Dabiao! The report on that incident has already been released; the passenger was fully responsible. What does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Dabiao leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and swung them around, looking smug. "The disciplinary report is the disciplinary report, and internal punishment is internal punishment, understand?"

Just as the two were at an impasse, the office door was pushed open.

A woman in a designer dress and high heels walked in, followed by a young man with slicked-back hair.

When Chen Yang saw the person's face clearly, he felt extremely unlucky.

Lin Manman, his ex-girlfriend whom he broke up with just half a month ago.

Lin Manman also saw Chen Yang. She was taken aback at first, then she took the arm of the man next to her and laughed, "Oh, isn't this Chen Yang? What are you doing here as a security guard? I thought you had gotten a better job."

The man next to her sized Chen Yang up and down, then asked dismissively, "This is your ex-boyfriend? Just a doorman?"

Lin Manman covered her mouth and laughed, her face full of smugness: "Yeah, Hai-ge, that guy, he said he would give me a good life, but he only earns so little a month, I can't even afford a handbag."

Zhao Hai laughed heartily, deliberately pulling a Bentley car key from his pocket and waving it in his hand, showing off to Chen Yang, saying, "Brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but can a mere security guard like you afford to support a woman of Manman's caliber?"

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao immediately recognized Zhao Hai as the young master of the Zhao family in the city. He stood up eagerly and offered him a cigarette: "Young Master Zhao, you've arrived. Please have a seat."

Zhao Hai casually took the cigarette, glanced at Chen Yang sideways, and said to Zhang Dabiao, "Captain Zhang, this kid works for you? He doesn't seem very honest."

Zhang Dabiao nodded repeatedly, patting his chest and declaring, "Young Master Zhao, don't worry, this kid is always unruly, I'm dealing with him right now."

Looking at the smug faces of these people, Chen Yang didn't even feel angry.

Arguing with people of this caliber is a complete waste of time.

He reached for the resignation letter on the table, turned around and walked out, leaving behind the words: "Approve this resignation letter or not, I'm leaving today."

Seeing him about to leave, Lin Manman stomped after him a couple of steps in her high heels, grabbed his arm, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, you've got quite a temper. You can't even handle being told what to do? Chen Yang, that's all you've got."

Chen Yang stopped, glanced down at her hand gripping his arm, and said calmly, "Let go."

Lin Manman not only didn't let go, but became even more smug, turning to Zhao Hai and acting coquettishly: "Honey, look at him, he's being mean to me."

Zhao Hai threw his cigarette butt on the ground, strode over, grabbed Chen Yang by the collar, and raised his chin high: "You stinking security guard, you dare to yell at my woman? Believe me, I can make sure you can't stay in this city with just one phone call!"

Chen Yang didn't even lift his eyelids. He raised his right hand and gently brushed Zhao Hai's fingers aside.

Just a gentle nudge.

Zhao Hai felt as if his five fingers were being clamped by iron clamps, followed by a strong force that bent his wrist at an odd angle.