lcionline Chapter 223 was brought under his sphere of influence.
Chapter 223 was brought under his sphere of influence.
Liang Liangwei came out after taking a shower, but the room was empty.
She put on her pajamas, walked out of her room, and saw that the lights downstairs were dim, so she figured the man should be in his study.
After taking only two steps, I saw the door to the next room open, and Yan Zhixu came out. She was wearing a dark blue silk nightgown, looking refreshed, and her hair was half-dry and neatly combed, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower.
They smiled at each other, he walked over, took her hand, lowered his head and kissed her lips, his dark eyes fixed on her, and said, "I still need to go to the study to take care of some work, what about you?"
Liang Liangwei smiled and said, "Together."
Yan Zhixu: "You go ahead first, I'll go downstairs and heat up two cups of milk, and then wash some fruit for you."
Liang Liangwei nodded.
She had left her notebook in the study, and after the man left, she went into the study first and sat down at the new desk.
It feels quite novel that a man has prepared an office space for you in his territory.
Just like when her father prepared a new desk for her when she first started elementary school, her reaction was one of joy and curiosity.
It was as if they had been brought into his sphere of influence and become one of his comrades-in-arms.
She gently stroked the smooth tabletop with her hand, slowly fading the smile from her lips, lost in thought.
I took out my phone, opened the WeChat blacklist page, and looked at the profile pictures that filled the entire screen. The first one displayed was "Lao Liang".
She clicked on "Old Liang's" profile picture, which showed their last conversation, almost a year ago. He ordered her to go back, but she didn't reply because she did go back, but they parted on bad terms.
When she left, she angrily blacklisted the person, along with other relatives and friends, such as her aunt and maternal aunt.
I haven't been in contact with them since then.
She remembered seeing Fu Yankai in Shacheng last time. He said that Lao Liang was sick, although not seriously. But in her memory, Lao Liang rarely got sick. He was an iron man, as stubborn as his temper, seemingly unshakable. How could he get sick...
Yan Zhixu carried milk and fruit to the study door. Unable to open it, he paused for a moment, then said to a device on the wall, "Smart Manager, open the study door."
With a tick, the study door opened.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw his girlfriend sitting at the table, staring blankly at her phone. However, her gaze wasn't directed at the phone, but rather at a certain spot on the table.
He approached discreetly: "What are you doing?"
Liang Liangwei snapped out of her daze and looked at him, blinking with a somewhat confused expression: "...Nothing, I was just thinking about work."
Yan Zhixu glanced at the unopened notebook beside her, and placed the milk and fruit in front of her: "Drink the milk first, and scald the fruit with hot water, so eat it before it cools down."
"Oh," Liang Liangwei put down her phone, took a sip of her milk, and then, remembering something, asked curiously, "Did I just hear you talking to the door?"
Yan Zhixu returned to her seat with another glass of milk, smiling at her: "You have a sharp ear. This house is full of smart home systems, you know. Every door and window in every room is connected to the system and can be controlled by voice. It's just that sometimes it's easier to open the door with your hand than to speak, so it's useless."
Liang Liangwei: "It's much more advanced than my house. What do you call it?"
Yan Zhixu: "Smart Management, Intelligent Butler".
Liang Liangwei: "You didn't set a new name?"
Yan Zhixu: "No."
Liang Liangwei got playful: "Can I change its name?"
Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow, a hint of doting in his eyes: "Okay, as long as you like it."
Liang Liangwei smiled mischievously: "I'll change it after I think of a good name. Don't resist calling it that then!"
Yan Zhixu smiled and said, "It's just a name, it doesn't matter."
Liang Liangwei sipped her milk slowly, occasionally eating a strawberry.
The strawberry cups were washed very clean, each one large, plump, sweet, and soft. She ate several in a row.
Looking up at the man opposite me, I saw him engrossed in his laptop, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression solemn.
This seems to be his normal state at work, as if nothing, no matter how big, can affect him in the slightest.
That's precisely why he's so charming—the charm of a mature man.
As she looked at him, she thought about what he had said in the car.
She asked him how he would handle Le Pei'er's situation, and he mysteriously replied with two words—"Fight the fakes."
When he said he was exposing a fake, did he mean that the certificate and diamond necklace from LeBell were fake? How did he determine that? Was it because he had participated in auctions in France and had seen genuine certificates?
Or is he so familiar with diamonds that he can tell the real one from the fake one at a glance?
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then put down her hand, put half a strawberry in her mouth and chewed it. She wiped her hands, opened her browser, and typed in the words "Iceberg Peak" diamond necklace.
The website features a lot of information about the history of this diamond necklace: how it was acquired, how it changed hands several times, how it passed through European royal families and nobles, how it disappeared and reappeared, and its last public appearance was at a French auction, where it was bought by an unknown Chinese person for 55 million, after which it disappeared from the public eye.
Is this Chinese man really the uncle that Le Pei'er mentioned?
Who exactly is Rachel's "uncle"?
The idea of an "uncle" giving a "niece" a diamond is itself a strange thing, full of unspoken ambiguity, and any discerning person could see through it.
Le Pei-er must regret saying that word, right?
She then looked at the man opposite her, who was still engrossed in his work, and frowned in deep thought.
Who exactly is that Chinese person?
So what are his plans for "debunking" fake news?
Judging from what he said, this anti-counterfeiting action will have to wait until he reaches the other side of the ocean. How can he do anything across the Pacific Ocean?
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, for the man suddenly turned his eyes toward her, so quickly that she was caught off guard and momentarily stunned.
Yan Zhixu curled her lips and leaned back lazily: "Didn't you say you also had work to do? Is your job just to watch me?"
Liang Liangwei puffed out her cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught out, and turned her head away, saying, "You're overthinking it. I was just tired from looking at work-related content and wanted to change direction to rest my eyes, and I just happened to see you there."
"Is that so?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.
A few seconds later, he suddenly stood up from his seat and strode toward her.
Liang Liangwei was taken aback, but this time she realized what was happening and hurriedly covered the laptop screen with her hand.
But the man reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling her into his embrace and immobilizing her.
The laptop screen was openly displayed in front of the two of them, and the web pages were full of content about makeup techniques.
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