law of receptivity

75

Ever since the time Xiao Chengyue and Xiao Qingying quarreled in the old house, Xiao Chengyue no longer took the initiative to visit his brother's door. The Xiao family itself roughly divided the group property into two parts, and the group business was managed by the young master. The part of Huiyin and Weapon Machinery is under the control of Chairman Xiao Qingying.

The top executives of these two departments are rarely able to meet face to face, and they can only be gathered together in the quarterly summary meeting twice a year.

It was very early that day, and the butler of the house brought up a fresh and hot bread basket, which contained fruit and cakes, which looked very delicious.

When he walked up to the corner of the stairs on the second floor with the food basket in his hand, he happened to meet the Filipino maid who was squatting and picking up potted plants with her hands full of dirt.

The butler blocked the basket with his hand, nodded in greeting and asked. "Aunt Na, has the president gone out?"

The old aunt reached out and knocked the flower shovel against the side of the porcelain pot, then turned her head and saw the butler was stunned for a few seconds.

She is very old, and she did not know when she came into Xiao's house.She has worked in the old house all her life, and she doesn't like to talk very much, but she is very trusted by the Xiao family brothers.

"The president has gone out." She spoke Filipino English in her voice, and patted the dirt off her hands. "People left at 08:30."

"Oh, okay." The butler raised his foot and continued upstairs. "By the way, Aunt Na." He suddenly stopped and changed the bread basket to his left hand, then turned his shoulders slightly, turned sideways and pointed at the two pots of withered flowers on the corner of the stairs, then asked. "This is the rose that Young Master Xiao Yan used to grow. It's ruined like this. Hurry up and replace it, and ask someone to buy some new ones."

"These pots were replaced a few days ago." The old aunt said with a helpless expression on her face, and she explained in a low voice. "Every two days, I will ask the flower shop to bring fresh ones, but I can't raise them well after entering the house. God knows what's going on."

The housekeeper sighed secretly, thinking that if this person could not see the sun, he would not let the flowers and plants see the sun. How could plants live well without sunlight...?

"Forget it, Aunt Na." The housekeeper shook his head slightly and said. "In the future, if the flowers die too quickly, you can ask the flower shop to send new ones every day, lest they grow empty and see these, and you will be unhappy."

Aunt Na lowered her head disconsolately, and looked at the rows of top magenta roses in the corner of the wall, bunch by bunch, the color was extremely bright, but for some reason, all of them drooped, Half dead style.

She obviously felt very sorry for the flower that was in bud and died prematurely, but it was difficult or she had nothing to do, so she had to respond. "Okay, I've tidied up here, and I'll have someone call the florist to prepare it for delivery in a while."

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Go up the stairs to the third floor, turn out of the atrium and walk into the corridor.

In the last room at the end of the corridor, through the heavy door panel, there are still intermittent singing and music drifting into the ears from the almost secluded room.

The housekeeper knocked on the door, and immediately leaned over to the side of the stairs to wait and see.

The people in the room didn't respond, so the butler came back to his senses and turned the doorknob by himself.

He carefully twisted the handle and pushed open the door, leaning forward and peering inside for a moment.

"Here." The person in the room said softly at this time. "Come in."

The housekeeper bowed his head shortly after hearing the sound, carried a basket full of pastries into the room, and quickly closed the door behind him.

He walked a few steps towards the figure in the room, his tone almost like asking urgently. "Mr. Yan, how do you feel today? Are you feeling better?"

Yan Ge turned around and smiled slightly. "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said. "That's good, that's good..." After he finished speaking, he nodded his head a few times, but there was a gleam of light in his brows and eyes.He raised the food basket a few inches with one hand, and groped straight to the bottom of the basket with the other hand. After a while, he found a hard and heavy object wrapped in a napkin from the bottom.

That thing is neither big nor small, just the length of a palm.

He handed the thing to Yan Ge, and just as he handed it over, for some reason, the housekeeper's face showed a very worried look.

Yan Ge reached out to take it, and everything was as usual.

The housekeeper clenched his fist lightly at this moment, but still felt the trembling of his forearm unstoppable.

"...Mr. Yan, this method is a bit too risky. Master Lin asked me to tell you to reconsider."

"Well, don't think about it." Yan Ge quietly raised the corner of his lower lip, and then retracted his hand, completely grasping the thing in his palm.

he said with a smile. "It's useless to think too much, it's a waste of energy."

The housekeeper obviously wanted to persuade him a few more words, but because what he was thinking in his heart was far less unpredictable than the changes in front of him, his worry and anxiety were really indescribable, so he had no choice but to be reticent.

Yan Ge suddenly raised his head at this point, his eyes were a little hard to hide, but his eyes were always clear.

He suddenly asked the butler. "Have all the messages sent to Xiao Chengyue been delivered?"

The butler replied. "Delivered, delivered, all delivered on time!"

"The group has been holding meetings for the past few days. I heard that the two brothers are making trouble, and no one will let the other go." Yan Ge's face was indifferent when he spoke, and he ignored it indifferently, and his tone seemed to have nothing to do with him. Same thing, he said later. "The two shareholders who had the part to speak at the meeting, you have to be reminded, don't be slack at the critical moment, don't lose the chain. One day sooner... send Xiao Chengyue to Brazil, and the next benefit will return one day earlier them……"

In the end, Yan Ge let the poisonous thing hurt his body, he only said these two sentences in a row, and his breathing was already tangled with depression.

He pressed his chest and coughed violently a few times, his brows were furrowed with sudden coughing on his pale face, his expression was frightening.

"Sit down first, Mr. Yan! Be careful...slow down!" The housekeeper hurriedly helped him to sit down in front of the chair, hurriedly took out the methadone in his pocket, poured warm water into it and gave it to Yan Ge to drink.

At this time, although Yan Ge's breathing is cramped and difficult, he is always in an extraordinary state of almost gasping for breath, just like no matter how hard he opens his mouth to breathe, the oxygen just cannot reach his lungs normally. department.

Sudden loss of cardiopulmonary function, this is the most fatal sequelae after forcibly quitting drug addiction...

Yan Ge held the glass tightly with one hand, his chest and arms couldn't resist the tremors, he forced himself to swallow half a glass of potion, but he still couldn't recover quickly.

The butler lowered his waist and retrieved the empty cup, then changed hands to the table for a cup of tea.

He hastily brought tea to Yan Ge again, not forgetting to reply. "President Yan, don't worry...your body is the most important thing, don't dare to get hurt any more...don't worry too much, those two shareholders are outside and people are watching them all day long! They themselves know this best , if you don't stick to it, the Xiao family will not let them go!"

Yan Ge closed his eyes and stretched his neck, while Xin Chang's neck was heaving and panting continuously.He kept grabbing the top of the shirt collar with his hands, and the back of his grip was strangling his back tightly, his knuckles were bent so much that they had blue veins...

It took half a moment for the medicine to dissipate, and a tiny short breath leaked out from the depths of Yan Ge's throat.

"President Yan..."

Yan Ge raised his hand and waved it muddily, obliterating the silent smile, as if there was a deep obsession in his eyes...

"It's okay," he said. "I have endured the most difficult ones, and I am not afraid."

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