law of receptivity

"What do you want to ask me, just ask now."

Yan Ge faced Liang Ziqian's direction, and gently spread his palms.The skin on his palm was so cold that it was almost colorless, only a pitch-black hard object was particularly eye-catching.

He twisted the thing with his index finger and thumb, and showed it to Liang Ziqian.

"I got this thing from your apartment."

Liang Ziqian's stiff body suddenly moved.

"Are you surprised?" Yan Ge raised his head to look at him after hearing the movement.There is only a pool of stagnant water in those eyes that were once clear to the bottom.

Nobody knows what dead people do unless you experience it yourself.

"You should put your things away. Even if I'm the only one with the house key, you shouldn't just throw away such an important thing." Yan Ge's lips trembled slightly when he spoke, but his voice was extremely peaceful. Just like he pushed open the door on weekdays to blame Liang Ziqian for smoking too much.

"I'm doing it for your own good. Next time, don't misplace things. What should I do if I lose it?" Yan Ge's voice fell, and a parabola flew out of his hand.The small pitch-black box draws a trail under the light, and then disappears in an instant.

Liang Ziqian was nailed to the spot, reaching out like a machine to catch it.

That thing was held coldly in his palm, shattering his last fantasy...

"If you are too lazy to ask, why don't I explain it myself." Yan Ge started to straighten the front of his chest, and the onyx white clothes almost blended with others.

He raised his chin and pointed to the past. "This is the information that you asked people to put up at the meeting today. It's true. It's just that I changed the things in it." After Yan Ge finished speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes vaguely, and then He buried his head full of sideways concealment.

"I modified the account of the company, the transaction amount, and the signing date..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of his speech, and his right index finger pointed forward suddenly, as if he had missed something. "By the way, I haven't told you yet. The Huiyin employee you bribed has turned his back on the battle. I guess your salary is in vain, right?"

Liang Ziqian's face was like a piece of wax paper, without any blood color, but his eyes were still red, as if sprinkled with cinnabar.

President Liang was speechless at this moment. He was as motionless as a clay sculpture, looking up at Yan Ge, witnessing how this man whom he loved deeply pushed him into the abyss with his own hands...

And in the whole process, he didn't even have the slightest guard.

He really looks like a fool, like a hopeless fool who can only deceive himself...

"...You are, how did you do it?" After a long while, Liang Ziqian opened his mouth in a daze, his ghostly voice echoed between the two of them, he asked Yan Ge. "When did you... start preparing?"

Yan Ge turned his head and smiled, and answered calmly. "How to do it, it's not difficult. When you told me to work overtime until twelve o'clock, I took the time to go to your apartment. It's not difficult to change the accounts. Heh, give me a computer, and I can change the accounts. Make it whatever I want, seamless." He propped his hands on the equipment table, and the end of his eyes casually glanced at Liang Ziqian's petrified figure, and he asked indifferently after his eyes passed. "As for when I discovered your 'secret', are you sure you need to ask?"

——Yes, there is no need.

The sharp blade that Yan Ge held was out of its sheath, and the method was ruthless, and the knife hit the blood.

What is he still looking for?What else could he hope for?

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Liang Ziqian staggered a few steps and lowered his waist. He was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help stepping back, all the way back to the shelf where the sundries were piled up in the house.

He leaned against the edge of the shelf with his back tightly, and grabbed with his right hand aimlessly backwards. He didn't know if he grabbed the cardboard box or something, but he didn't let go or stand up from the shelf.Only at this time did he realize that his feet had no strength at all, and if he did not rely on external force, he might not be able to stand up at all.

——his painstaking efforts over the years are ruined.

His heart and blood were also torn apart and trampled under his feet as garbage.

What an intoxicating love affair that had turned his whole life into a joke!

"I saw your mother's suicide note on your computer." After a moment of silence, Yan Ge said in a deep voice. "No one in the Xiao family told me about this. In fact, I should thank you for solving a doubt that has plagued me for many years."

Probably because of hearing the word mother, Liang Ziqian's mood on the verge of collapse eased a little.

He asked a question abruptly between his lips and teeth. "You won for Xiao Qing, right?"

"Why?" Yan Ge laughed first after hearing his question. "Why should I win for Xiao Qing?"

Liang Ziqian shook his head a few times bluntly, with puzzlement and bewilderment in his eyes.

He pulled the corner of his mouth into a wry smile. "It's not for Xiao Qing to win, you will treat me like this?"

"I will treat you like this for my own sake." Yan Ge stared into his eyes for a moment, his eyes were sharp and cruel, and he said to Liang Ziqian word by word. "East Asia's rating, the Xiao family's account books, you know best what you do... From the moment you came in front of me to today, at this time, now, everything is premeditated. You played me and deceived I plot against me, which one is not worthy of my treatment of you? Are you wronged?"

When Yan Ge spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his left chest, he raised his neck vigorously, and let out a deep and long breath through his mouth and nose.

It was caused by something stuck in his heart, something brought to him by Liang Ziqian...

Yan Ge said sadly. "—You don't want me, Liang Ziqian. What you want is a tool, a tool that can avenge you."

Liang Ziqian's expression froze instantly.He probably wanted to explain something, so he shook his head hastily, but he opened his mouth for a long time and didn't come out with a word.

"Am I right?" Yan Ge asked the last question, leaving a silent smile.

He leaned forward with his hands on the radio station, and the bleak figure immediately stood on the ground.

Yan Ge stepped towards the door alone, with a sad and happy smile appearing on his face from time to time.But he didn't look at Liang Ziqian again, even Liang Ziqian froze there powerlessly.

"—— Yan Pavilion!"

The moment Yan Ge stepped out of the studio door with one foot, Liang Ziqian chased him suddenly with a gasping cry!

I don't know where he borrowed the strength to hold Yan Ge in his arms like this...

He hugged Yan Ge tightly as if holding a treasure, and the remaining strength of his whole body was concentrated in a pair of trembling hands.

He told himself that he couldn't let go, just because he couldn't bear every inch of the situation without Yan Ge.As long as he thinks that Yan Ge might leave him, all his rationality will vanish in an instant...

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"Liang Ziqian, let me go."

Yan Ge was like a dead tree in his arms, he slowly stroked the hands on his shoulders, and cruelly broke them off one by one without turning back.

"Liang Ziqian, remember, it is an instinct to suffer from loss, and it is a right to resent for betrayal—you have no right to deprive me of my right to hate you."