law of receptivity

The driver took the two of them back to Liang Ziqian's apartment, and because Yan Ge squinted in the car for a while, he felt refreshed when he got out of the car.

Opening the door, Yan Ge casually put the key in the glass plate on the shoe cabinet.Liang Ziqian followed closely behind, took off his coat in front of the entrance, and hung it on the hanger.

he asked casually. "What would you like to eat tonight?"

Yan Ge turned his back on him. "I'm not hungry yet."

Liang Ziqian unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt with one hand, looked at Yan Ge's slender and thin back, walked over quietly, wrapped Yan Ge's waist from behind, and blew in his ear.

"You are not hungry, let's do some activities?"

Yan Ge was really convinced, how could he still have the energy to do this after such a busy day.

He pushed Liang Ziqian's head on his shoulder with his backhand, and smiled. "Forget it, I still have documents to read. By the way, can your printer work?"

"Yes. It's in the study." Liang Ziqian said so, but he didn't intend to let go of his hands at all. Instead, his fingers reached into the hem of Yan Ge's clothes more recklessly, and began to touch wildly.

Shocked by his cold fingers, Yan Ge lightly bumped Liang Ziqian's abdomen with his elbow.

"Release quickly." Yan Ge pretended to be angry, and took the opportunity to break away his hand.

"The end of the year is coming soon, and there are many things waiting for me in my company." After getting out of Liang Ziqian's clutches, Yan Ge stretched himself, took his briefcase and went to the study.

Leaving President Liang standing alone in the living room, blinking pitifully, and kept glancing into the study.

Yan Ge set up the computer on the desk, plugged in the printer, and Liang Ziqian didn't follow in for a long time. He called out.

"Breathless, can you tell me where you put all the A4 papers in your house?"

Liang Ziqian couldn't be harassed, and his head was downcast, as if he had been splashed with ice water for three or nine days. He walked in with his face and feet drooping, and pointed angrily at a small low cabinet next to him.

"...over there."

"Oh." Yan Ge lowered his body, opened the cabinet and took out a stack.

He turned around and got up, just in time to see Liang Ziqian's dejected look.

He originally wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of getting burned, so he had to shake the paper in his hand and said.

"Why? You have nothing to do, so you have to steal me here, don't you?"

"Who said I have nothing to do." Liang Ziqian turned around with puffy cheeks and lit the aroma burner on the small table.

After a while, the fragrance overflowed, and Yan Ge felt much more comfortable smelling it.

Liang Ziqian's long, white fingers brushed across the rough pottery stove that smoked white smoke, and he leaned sideways and said softly.

"I like to order this when I'm working, so you can try it too."

Yan Ge didn't intend to pay attention to him, but somehow, his eyes couldn't move away from that person...

He just stared at Liang Ziqian's figure motionlessly, and the documents under his hands were disorderly arranged.

Liang Ziqian stopped disturbing his work, and turned on the warm air in the study for him before leaving the house.

Seeing that the door was closed, Yan Ge sat down slowly, and the fragrance of lily of the valley came to his face along with the warmth in his breath.

I don't know when he was able to relax so comfortably in Liang Ziqian's home.

He smiled calmly, but he didn't forget about his business.He turned on the computer, checked the contract drafted by his assistant, printed it and divided it into three copies and put them in the file bag.

At this moment, the email reminder on his computer popped up, reminding him that he had received an encrypted email.

Yan Ge sat on the chair, still holding the unsealed file bag in his left hand, he opened the email, his expression changed when the password box popped out.

This email was not signed, but he was very familiar with the encryption system.

It was sent from Xiao Qingying's office. Only a few of Xiao Qingying's confidants in Huiyin knew this system and password.

Yan Ge put down his company's documents, his heart sank, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

As if he had a premonition of what would be in the email, Yan Ge stared at the screen for a long time without entering the password.

After being stunned for a few minutes, Yan Ge took a deep breath, poking his fingers on the computer keyboard like a machine...