law of receptivity

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Yan Ge stood quietly in the corridor, and with two gunshots, Xiao Shi, this nightmare that affected his life and followed him all his life, finally came to an end in front of his eyes in an instant.

He closed his eyes gently, silently, and looked out of the window from a distance.

"President Yan." The butler came to ask him. "People from the Guo family came to ask, they wanted to know if the will was successfully obtained."

Yan Ge was silent and raised his head slowly.

"housekeeper."

"Ugh."

"Tell me, dear brother, how many places are similar."

The butler was taken aback, not understanding what he was referring to.

"Brother, it must be similar in many places." The housekeeper said naturally. "Even if there are differences in looks and ages, the bloodline cannot be changed. I think no matter what kind of brothers they are, there will be some similarities in their personalities, manners, and ways of doing things!"

"Really, blood can't be changed," Yan Ge murmured and repeated. "Doing things for people, you will be like..."

"Boss Yan?"

"Brother Yan!"

Yan Ge turned around slowly, only to see a child working under him climbed up the stairs with a few steps and walked straight towards him.

"Brother Yan, housekeeper."

"Why did you come here?" Yan Ge asked.

"I can't wait any longer! The Guo family sent Min Yu here! They brought another part of the will, and now they have to take the signature page to the Huiyin Building!"

Yan Ge's fingertips moved slightly.

The butler gasped and asked eagerly. "The two heads of the Xiao family are gone, and there is no leader now, and Huiyin still doesn't know the news of Xiao Qingying's death. Now that we are negotiating with the will, isn't that going to cause trouble?!"

The youth nodded. "I think they are afraid of long nights and dreams, and they will be more at ease if they bring back the inheritance one day earlier. But I dare not tell them about Xiao Yan's plan easily. They brought too many people, not only Min Yu's subordinates, Even the two sons of the Guo family came here together, each with a gun, looking unkind, there are a hundred or so people in total!"

Yan Ge's expression suddenly changed——

"They bring so many people... What are they trying to do?"

The young man was also puzzled, but before he could reply, the phone suddenly rang at this moment.

He immediately took it out of his pocket, glanced at the incoming call, and then directly pressed the speakerphone.

He said in a hurry. "Tell me if you have anything to say, I'm here with brother Yan..."

There was a burst of angry complaints from the other end of the phone. "Brother Yan, are you with Little Brother Yan? Tell Little Brother Yan quickly to let him go! Don't stay in the old house! Don't go to see the Guo family alone! That guy from the Guo family People are here to silence! They are now planning how to surround the old house, and want to sneak attack there after Xiao Qingying's death! Kill all the people inside!"

Yan Ge's feet sank, and he quickly copied the phone.

He held the phone tightly, his face was pale, and his voice even changed its tone. "...Who wants to silence? Whose mouth should be silenced?!"

"Brother Yan... I was in the mansion where the Guo family stayed, and I heard Liang Ziqian's younger brother explain to his subordinates! He said the president, the president wants them to eradicate the roots, so that there will be no future troubles! No one is allowed to walk out of the Xiao's mansion alive! "

Yan Ge's eyes narrowed sharply, startled like a clay sculpture, he shivered and shoved the phone back into the young man's hand.Almost at the same moment, he suddenly clutched his chest, his shoulders convulsed, and accompanied by a heart-piercing pain in his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"—Brother Yan!"

"—President Yan!"

The smell of blood immediately permeated the air, and the blood was still gushing out slowly, dripping down his nose, the corners of his mouth, and pattering on the back of his hands, dyeing a blinding red.

However, Yan Ge seemed to have lost his voice, standing there motionless.

His lips were tightly closed, his eyes were straight, he was in a daze for a moment, and his expression was still helpless, the bitter water in the corners of his eyes had dried up in the eye sockets before it could flow down quickly...

The young man murmured and opened his mouth. "Brother Yan, we..."

Yan Ge shook his head slowly, interrupting him.

"The situation is complicated," he breathed out suddenly, dying. "They didn't get the news of Xiao Qingying's death, so they wouldn't act rashly. Besides, they have no reason to move the Mitsui family."

"But what if they really want to kill?"

Yan Ge smiled, his strength was as cold as a shiver. "In this house, the one who knew the inside story from the beginning to the end, and the one who urgently needs them to kill the grass and roots, now... there is only one left."

The young man suddenly widened his eyes.

Yan Ge slowly turned around, turned his back to the two of them, and thought for a long time.

He lowered his eyes and spoke weakly. "Go, go and tell Xiao Lin, I want to ask him to use the relationship of the Mitsui family to clear up Huiyin, so that Xiao Qian's 'will' must be transferred to my name." He thought for a while, as if He seemed to think of something, so he ordered immediately. "I have Xiao Qingying's seal in my room, which can be used as a substitute for his own signature. If necessary, you can copy a few more copies of his fingerprints and bring them with you. There must be a lot of things in Huiyin that Xiao Qing wants to sign." It’s been a long time since I won the contract. Remember, no matter what conditions the Huiyin people offer, we will agree, and Xiao Qingying’s remaining net worth can be returned to Huiyin, and I can take it as my thank you to them.”

The young man didn't seem to understand his intentions very well, but he still nodded, agreed, and then turned around and walked quickly to look for Mitsui Rin.

The reality is really very cruel, one slap on Yan Ge's face like a slap.

His nightmare is not over yet, but his sweet dream has been shattered.

Fortunately, he still has a dream in his heart, dreaming that one day he can find a place to live and a lover with his own hands.

... What he didn't even dare to say a word was the most humble dream hidden in his heart.

He dreamed that that person could break through the shackles for him, move forward bravely, break the shackles and hatred of the world, regard him as a brand new person, give him sincerity, and never leave him.

It's a pity that dreams are dreams, and they are destined not to come true.

Just like he was caught between these two families, no matter which side fell down or which side won, it would never be Yan Ge who benefited, but his disaster was often just a blink of an eye.

How do you say that?

One servant does not serve two masters...

"President Yan." Seeing his long silence, the housekeeper walked over and called him.

After a few seconds of delay, Yan Ge came back to his senses and turned to look at the housekeeper. "You have something to say."

"Yes." The butler replied.

"Just say something."

The butler took a few steps forward and was silent for a while, the corridor was instantly silent.

Seeing that he was very disturbed, with a worried look on his face, he hesitated to speak after thinking about it. "Mr. Yan, I'm thinking that Mr. Liang probably didn't issue the order to silence you? I may not know anything else, but Mr. Liang tried his best to comfort you when you were trapped in the old house for so long. , when Young Master Lin fled, he also gave us the greatest help at the first time... If he doesn't miss you, doesn't care about you, why does he bother to do these things?"

"I know." Yan Ge said lightly.

The butler was very surprised, and quickly asked questions. "You know……?"

Yan Ge nodded, slowly raised his eyelids, and said expressionlessly. "I know, but what's the use? Is there something important to him?" He said in an extremely flat tone, but he couldn't conceal the sharp suspicion. "People's minds will change. No one can say for sure what the future will be like. It doesn't really matter whether he intends to kill me this time. The important thing is that once I return to him, he will With the strength and influence, once you want to kill my mouth, at most it is just a blink of an eye, as simple as crushing a bug."

"Xiao Qingying said something very right, I was afraid," Yan Ge suddenly broke his face, smiled lightly, and then gradually narrowed his eyes. "In the future, even if I am homeless, suffering from illness, and can no longer reach the wealth and glory of the master, then I will firmly grasp my destiny, hold this humble life in my own hands, and firmly grasp it. Freedom, I won’t let go even if the sky falls.”

"My life...don't be controlled by others anymore."

The butler bowed his head heavily, and couldn't help sighing slightly. "At that time, you were still young, so there was no way to make such a choice..."

"It's not that there is no way." Yan Ge smiled, thinking of the stupid things he did when he was young and frivolous, he didn't sneer at it. "If I knew back then that the price of rising to the top would be loss of dignity, lack of freedom, and being raised like a bird, I would never have chosen that path."

"But do you really want to do this? If you take away the will, Liang Ziqian will..."

"Hate me?" Yan Ge pretended to be relaxed, and said it for him before him. "Then let him hate it. He still has a long way to go, and he can walk more thoroughly with a little hatred. I have been like this in my life. I can hardly be regarded as golden and jade on the outside, but on the inside, even failures are worse than me. It's gone." He lowered his head slowly and caught a glimpse of the dried blood between his fingers. "If there is still some time, let me live as I like, save some face for myself, so that I won't be poked at the back and scolded after I die."

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