law of receptivity

Yan Ge snorted, but he had to look at Liang Ziqian differently in his heart. He had only looked at the bidding list just now to conclude that there were still people chasing after such an obvious price increase. Hundred battles, it can only show that this person's character is too deadly.

Liang Ziqian's cell phone rang at this moment, and he picked up an email.Yan Ge happened to take this opportunity to retreat, everyone took a few steps, only to hear Liang Ziqian say something behind him like a ghost.

"Would you like to meet our institutional investment specialists, they don't come to Beijing very often."

Yan Ge only hates that he is a venture capitalist who can't stand this temptation... Morgan's institutional investment team manages half of the wealth of the world's high-net-worth billionaires, and it is impossible for him to make half of Apple with a random investment I don't want to see you if you don't want to.

Liang Ziqian pursed his lips and smiled, stroking his right shoulder from behind and whispering. "President Yan please."

This meal was very enjoyable. Morgan Stanley is indeed a leader in investment banking, and the team is unbelievably excellent. Every time we talked about a conclusion, Yan Ge was convinced and felt that the trip was worthwhile.Before he knew it, it was night, Yan Ge looked at his watch and it was past nine o'clock.

At this time, another person who attended the banquet said first that it was too late and it was time to leave the banquet, so Liang Ziqian asked his assistant to pay the bill, said goodbye to everyone, and walked out of the hotel side by side with Yan Ge.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the street lamps are shaking.

When walking towards the parking lot, Liang Ziqian saw that Yan Ge looked much more relaxed, so he asked him. "Where did you study?"

Yan Ge turned his head and said back. "U.K."

"LSE?"

Yan Ge shook his head. "Imperial College."

"Then why didn't you stay in London?" Liang Ziqian was a little surprised. "A financial institution in London with your talents will definitely do more."

Yan Ge tripped suddenly, and the ground swayed, but fortunately Liang Ziqian supported him before he fell.

"Hiss." Yan Ge wanted to stand up straight, but his ankle hurt.

"A sprained foot?" Liang Ziqian watched him inhale, shifted his weight to himself with one hand, then stared at his feet and asked. "Is it painful? I'll take you to see it."

"It's okay." Yan Ge waved his hands worryingly. "I have to find a substitute driver. Mr. Liang, go back, I'll just wait in the car for the substitute driver."

How could Liang Ziqian agree? Could he let go of such a good opportunity?

"My house is just behind the street, you put the car here first, go to my house to apply ice and apply some medicine." In order to prevent himself from looking too like taking advantage of others, President Liang added another sentence. "I'll take you home when your feet are fine. There's nothing good or bad on the road."

Yan Ge really wanted to refuse, but he couldn't even run because his ankle was half useless, so he had to follow his will and limped into Liang Ziqian's new 911 that hadn't been licensed yet.Liang Ziqian's apartment was really close, and the car drove down to the basement of his house in more than three minutes. He helped people into the elevator, swiped the access control and pressed the floor.

"Does it still hurt?" Liang Ziqian changed his mind and lowered his body to roll up Yan Ge's trousers, seeing his slightly swollen ankle, he couldn't help saying. "The sprain is quite severe. If the swelling doesn't go away in a while, you must see a doctor."

Yan Ge leaned on the handrail of the elevator, didn't speak, and bent over to look at his feet.He never thought that he would have the opportunity to come to Liang Ziqian's house, but he was still in such a mess.

Liang Ziqian was afraid that he would hurt his muscles again, so he picked him up and walked to the house as soon as he reached the floor.Yan Ge was tired and in pain and really didn't want to struggle, so he just let him go after a few steps.

After entering the house, Liang Ziqian found the medicine box first, sprayed some mist on his wound, and took an ice pack from the refrigerator to apply it on him.

"See if the swelling subsides in half an hour."

Yan Ge sat on the sofa and nodded, touching his ankle. "Well, sorry to trouble you."

Liang Ziqian stood on the side and watched him closely. Yan Ge's shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons, and a section of plain white calf was exposed at the hem of his trousers. No matter how he saw it, he felt hot.

"Sit down for a while, I'll take a shower and change clothes." Liang Ziqian couldn't read any more, put away the medicine box and turned into the bedroom.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Ge nestled on the sofa and fell asleep. In a half-dream, he felt being hugged, and a piece of soft silk was slowly covered by the fragrance of men's aftershave.The pain in the feet seemed to be gone, Yan Ge murmured twice, and then fell asleep.

Liang Ziqian sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the quilt for Yan Ge, looking at him uncertainly.After watching for a long time, Liang Ziqian lowered his head and pecked lightly on Yan Ge's forehead...