law of receptivity

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In the dream, the morning light is like a faint and strange light, suddenly overturning all the starlight in the night, with a cruel and irresistible posture above the sky, unscrupulously lighting up the sky.

In the dream, Yan Ge was wandering aimlessly alone, the rain was pouring down all over the sky, and the blows on his body were as cold as seeping into his bones.

All around is a piece of gray, I can't see where I came from and where I'm going.He kept running, shuttling through the unfamiliar muddy mountain roads and the desolate land where the cold smoke of decaying grass stretched as far as the eye could see.He was exhausted, his eyes were blurry, but he couldn't stop, he kept searching for something... until the heavy rain drenched his whole body, the thorns tore his clothes, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead The same heavy weight could no longer run forward, and finally stopped panting and staggering in front of a weedy grave in the middle of the barren mountain.

He had found the reason why he came here, and why he was running so hard in the heavy rain.

The boy's figure was swaying, his body and head were covered with dirty mud and grass, his face was covered with a large black smear, and the corner of his right eye was stained with blood. He couldn't see it either; he was panting heavily and slurring words, flailing his hands indiscriminately and recklessly backed away. Unexpectedly, his heel was unsteady, and he was suddenly caught by a rock buried in the mud. With both feet staggering weightlessly, he fell back into a puddle of muddy water with a thud.

The young man gritted his teeth, regardless of the mud covered his body, and the pain, he jumped up from the ground, and at the same time, exerted all his strength on his elbows, trying to get up and continue running...

However, it was at this moment that someone chased him up.

The torrential rain poured down all over the sky, whipping and stirring up white smoke like mist on the ground.

The comer held a gun in one hand, and his figure was also shaky. His face, neck, and all exposed flesh were all damaged without exception.The rain also drenched his whole body, and the exhaustion from the long journey and the various injuries on his body made him look no better than the young man who fled in a panic.

Under the misty rain and mist, the silhouette of the man holding the gun gradually moved from far to near, with an inexplicable sense of restraint and oppression, and instantly magnified infinitely in front of the young man's eyes.

The young man knew that he had no way out, so with his last breath, he dug his fingers into the gravel in the mud and got up desperately. Then he fell to the ground with a plop, trembling in the mud, and turned to the man under the rain. Those who kept approaching him and pointed guns at his head to kill him kowtowed and begged for mercy...

--Do not kill me!Do not kill me!How much do you want our family will give you!

—Please don't kill me!I kowtow to you!I beg you, I beg you!

——You are from the Xiao family, right?Then let me go... huh?Let me go, can you?I can't be the master of our family's affairs!I beg you...please!I don't want to die, I don't want to die...!

The young man kept shouting these few words, knocking his head in the mud like piling harder than ever. His desire for survival and fear of death were stronger than ever before, forcing him to let go of all dignity, wishing he could immediately humbled into the filth of the land.He used his humble showing of weakness to try his best to win bit by bit of sympathy and compassion, and then hoped to get more possibilities of survival, and even took the opportunity to fight back.

Sure enough, the man did not shoot immediately, but moved the muzzle of the gun a few inches downwards, and told the boy after a moment of thought.

——I can't let you go, if you walk down the mountain intact, then I will be the one to die.

After finishing his words, he suddenly clenched the gun, watched the boy's face distorted by fear, and pulled the trigger without hesitation...

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In the silence, Yan Ge suddenly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously pressed his hand on his forehead, and the sudden palpitation in his heart accompanied by the sound of his heart beating has not yet completely calmed down.For a moment he wanted to close his eyes, breathe out slowly, and adjust his breath for a while, but he didn't know that the palm of his hand touched it, and his palm suddenly felt cold—it turned out that he broke out in a cold sweat in his sleep.

Yan Ge hurriedly moved from the bed, took off his pajamas twice, rubbed his temples vigorously and shook his head, then walked slowly into the bathroom while leaning on the wall.

He stepped into the shower room without adjusting the water temperature. He turned on the faucet and poured half-cold water directly under the shower.

The feeling of waking up from this nightmare must be uncomfortable, and the dizziness and fatigue at the moment is the best proof.

Yan Ge supported the wall with one hand, and slightly lowered his head facing the water pipe.

Suwon is an existence that can cleanse all filth. In theory, it should be true, but why can't he let him go after so many years of going around and tormenting him...

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After taking a shower, I changed into clothes and went downstairs, especially seeing that the wind was weak outside. It was a cool day. Although it was approaching noon, it was different from the days before when the sun was scorching astonishingly. There was no wind during the day. stuffy.

Su Shangxi went out to buy things on the island early in the morning, and before going out, she knocked lightly on the door of his room twice to greet him and said that she would be back soon.

Yan Ge filled the kettle and went to the balcony to water the flowers first, then made a cup of milk tea, took out the newspaper and sat in the yard to read slowly, while waiting for Su Shangxi to come back.

Seeing that twelve o'clock whizzed past, Yan Ge didn't take it seriously, went back to the house to find a bag of dried mangoes and took out a monthly financial magazine, still sitting on the recliner and drinking milk tea while watching.

In the cloudy sky, the sun cannot be seen, and the time seems to slip away calmly and quickly.

Inadvertently one o'clock passed.

The sun never moved, and before long, another half hour slipped by sneakily.

...Seeing that the two zeros at two o'clock were about to be flipped over on the digital clock, Yan Ge gradually lost his composure.

He took out his mobile phone and called Su Shangxi, but he got through the first call but no one answered. He waited for a few minutes but didn't get a call back, so he changed hands and dialed the second, third, fourth... In the end, it was all in vain, because no one picked up the calls!

What's the matter, lost your phone?If you lose it, you should go home first. He went out so early and West Street is not far away. How could he not get home for six or seven hours?Could something be wrong?

Thinking of this, Yan Ge's brows tightened, his right hand was clenched into a fist on his lap, and an alarm bell rang in his mind.

He stared closely at an open space in the middle of the yard, squinted his eyes with breathless concentration, and various very bad thoughts popped up in his mind...

First of all, he knew that Su Shangxi was a careful person. Even if he lost his mobile phone, he would not wander around casually outside. Temasek is the place where the army is stationed. Every soldier within [-] miles and [-] meters away has live ammunition and is a thief. Just don't think about robbers or anything.

Suddenly, Yan Ge grabbed the phone with a snap, scratched the screen saver tremblingly with his fingertips, and cut into the digital interface like a machine. At this moment, there was a rustle of cool air on his back. It seemed that at this moment, he suddenly became cold.

Yan Ge's heart seemed to be in his throat, beating up and down like thunder, he tried very hard to calm himself down, staring at the phone without blinking, with trembling fingers and familiarity with memory The series of numbers he typed were slowly displayed in his dial box one by one...

***

Marina Bay, Clarke Quay.

The Club Suite at the Ritz Carlton.

Liang Ziqian opened a bottle of dark beer and poured it out with a glass. He ordered Su Shangxi to be properly placed in the downstairs room, and told them not to be hungry or frightened. Treat him well as you would a VIP.President Liang, on the other hand, was facing the sea, his heart was rippling, his nine tails were cocked high, and he was strolling around in the living room of the suite with a lewd smile on his face, waiting contentedly and fidgeting for the prey to come to his door...

The first time Yan Ge heard Liang Ziqian's low-pitched tone, he wanted to drag him out of the phone, unload a big iron stick and beat him up first. He couldn't understand how this person could be so shameless. To such an extent, he actually came up with such a beastly method to force him to show up.

But after thinking about it, since Su Shangxi is in Liang Ziqian's hands, he is in no danger and will not be injured. He must be safe and not run away, after all, Liang Ziqian just wants to use Su Shangxi to lure him out. That's all, it's unlikely to embarrass him.This is much better than his previous bad guesses, because if Mr. Su falls into the hands of other Guo family members except Liang Ziqian today, then he and Su Shangxi may both die this time. Confessed out.

He drove Cao Yu's car, and rushed to Leeds in a panic before he could say hello to those men.

Before parking the car and going upstairs, Yan Ge gave himself a very long piece of psychological construction. He repeatedly warned himself; when he sees Liang Ziqian, he must not be cowardly, and he must not let him see that he is afraid, what will he lose? He can't lose his aura either. In terms of courage, he absolutely can't give up to that guy, at worst, he will fight him to the death again...

Then his bean-sized beads of sweat fell from his forehead with a bang, and suddenly a drop fell, which happened to land on the surface of his shoe.

Mr. Xiao Yan's heart twitched suddenly, he pouted his mouth while holding his head high, gulped down his throat, and said to himself secretly, "It's not a scare, it's not a scare!"It's hot...!I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything! After chanting the incantation, he stepped into the elevator, his heartbeat was comparable to the drumbeat of the Square Dance Divine Comedy three times faster, but his hand speed was so slow that the tortoise would go crazy, raising his hand frame by frame as if he was afraid of being electrocuted , at such a slow speed—press—electric—elevator—up—stairs—the most frustrating and most anxious thing that humans have done in the elevator shaft in history.

***

Until a long time later, Yan Ge also believed that the scene that happened at the Ritz Hotel in Singapore that day was a clear and clear demonstration to the world of what it means to be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

Of course, he also has a thing that he didn't say clearly, because the words like sheep digging their own graves have been demeaning rhetoric since ancient times. A wave of small ripples, a small nervousness, a small anxiety, and a small rubbing of a small excitement are really not suitable for comparison, so I have to suppress it.

***

The door of the room opened slowly with a click, Liang Ziqian held the door with one hand, Yushu stood facing the wind, smiling at Yan Ge very politely and harmoniously.

Yan Ge silently glanced at him without saying a word.

Liang Ziqian laughed softly, turned to get out of the aisle, raised his right hand and crossed towards Wu Liwen, and said. "Please come in."

The door of this hotel suite is not double-opening but has only one door like the ordinary room, so the entrance corridor is also narrowed and not very spacious.

When Yan Ge lowered his head and walked into the room, his shoulder accidentally brushed Liang Ziqian's chest... Both of them were wearing thin T-shirts. When they rubbed shoulders lightly like this, their skin was warm and their noses were burning. The resulting heat spread out towards Yan Ge like an invisible net, and caught Yan Zong's unstable calmness at once, and a little spark burned his bluffing empty airs.

Immediately, Yan Ge felt that he couldn't hold back his face, but he didn't know that his little face was already as red as steamed.

He walked a few steps straight in, and aimed at a single sofa in the small hall outside the suite. He stood in front of the sofa and languidly settled his feet. His face was bright red, and the roots of his ears were slightly pink, silently. He sat down silently but on guard.

Liang Ziqian followed him calmly, pulled up a dining chair and sat opposite Yan Pavilion, and let the door of the room behind him slam shut automatically, the sound was heavy and heavy, it was deafening.

Yan Ge bit his head and suffered the loud noise, his ears hurt from the shock.

He raised his eyelids to take a look at Liang Ziqian, and gasped slightly. "Where is Su Shangxi?"

"downstairs."

"When will you let him go?"

"Now you can."

"……what do you want?"

"What do you think?" Liang Ziqian raised his head slowly after finishing the sentence, his long legs were folded wantonly, his eyes were full of playful and dangerous outlines, and he stared at Yan Ge relentlessly.

Although Yan Ge went deep into the enemy's camp single-handedly, he couldn't fight or run, even if he was really anxious and wanted to jump down, the hotel window could only be opened upwards.

It's just that due to his temperament, he doesn't want to be swayed by anyone. As long as it's something he doesn't want, even if it is really pushed to this point, it won't make it happen too smoothly.

Yan Ge quietly adjusted his strategy, and then began to stab.

"You said that you want to make a condition with me, I guess I can't give you anything. I want money now, and I don't have any. Besides, looking at your complacent appearance, you can see that you don't need anything. Since you are not short Things also know about my situation, is it because they are full to torment me?"

"Whether I'm short or not and whether you owe me or not are two different things." Even though Liang Ziqian's face was still calm, with a calm expression, he was already very happy with Yan Ge's anger.

Yan Ge put his elbow on the armrest, looked at Liang Ziqian for a while with his chin resting, and said. "Why don't you figure it out for me first. If I leave with you, what can you give me, huh?"

Liang Ziqian raised his eyebrows and asked him. "That depends on what you want."

Yan Ge slowly showed his face and smiled, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily -- like a sharpened hook, hooking the tenderest and softest piece of flesh on the tip of a person...

Liang Ziqian's eyes froze heavily, and an indescribable heat somewhere in his body rose rapidly, and even the viscous and thick plasma in his blood vessels seemed to boil in an instant.

"I'm a mercenary person," Yan Ge's white knuckles lifted his lower lip casually, and his pupils blinked lightly. "Give me as much as I can."

"Tell me." When he spoke again, Liang Ziqian's voice was almost hoarse.

However, Yan Ge changed the subject casually at this moment, "When did you know that Xiao Qian's will was useless?" He asked suddenly.

With a smile in his eyes, Liang Ziqian took a deep look at Yan Ge.

Yan Ge sat on the sofa and turned his head slightly.

"Actually, we finished cleaning up Xiao Chengyue in South America," Liang Ziqian said calmly. "I already gave up hope for Xiao Qian's will." He crossed his palms in front of him, changed his posture and sat in a random position, and then said slowly and in a very disdainful tone. "Just look at Xiao Chengyue's virtuous behavior, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to lose money, a person like him has no other skills other than prodigal, no matter how much money is left in his hands, it will eventually go to waste. He carries a bag with him. The draft account of the Xiao Group was taken by my people when the police were packing up his belongings. It clearly stated that the Xiao Family has been operating in debt in a state of general losses for the past ten years, and the group has long been overwhelmed. Occasionally, a large sum of money comes in because Xiao Qingying uses the oil and water scraped off by the Huiyin Foundation to replenish Xiao Chengyue. Even though the so-called beneficiary is me in the will, the bottom page is always held by Xiao Qingying If the money can really be redeemed, why not use his brain to get it out and use it to save his own company? Why do he work hard for Huiyin, and take some money back home to fill the hole for Xiao Chengyue? "

Liang Ziqian shook his head subtly, and then said politely. "Besides, I have also placed people in Huiyin, so it's not impossible to find out about this kind of thing."

Yan Ge's temples twitched, knowing that he was implying that he bribed Huiyin and made a fake agreement to fool Min Yu.

He suddenly raised his chin, fixed his eyes on Liang Ziqian, but at this moment the guard on his face began to loosen.

"Since you know everything, why are you looking for me... Xiao Qian shouldn't be blamed on me too."

Liang Ziqian didn't take it seriously, and slowly stood up and walked to Yan Ge step by step.

He looked down at Yan Pavilion from a high position, and the oppressive and extremely powerful momentum suddenly fell down like a mountain.

Liang Ziqian stretched out his hand, and gently smoothed the unconscious tension between the corners of Yan Ge's eyes and brows.

He bent down and leaned close to Yan Ge's ear, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit Yan Ge's ear bone.

Yan Ge immediately raised his head and frowned.

Liang Ziqian smiled in a low voice, with three points of anger and three points of cruelty in his voice, and said slowly to Yan Ge. "I'm looking for you to 'do' something, you don't know what it is?"

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