Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"These are all gifts from others, I don't know how much they cost. Let's drink together. It's boring for me to drink alone."

"okay."

The two of them drank the red wine. One of them gently shook the half-bottled wine, and the smile on his lips was almost uncontrollable as he looked at the figure who wanted to drink but was afraid of being discovered.

Just like a little hamster, very interesting.

Tong Yao could drink with her eyes wide open, but she didn't dare to shake like him. She couldn't control her strength well, and her clothes would get dirty and she would have to wash them again.

The two drank cup after cup, and before they knew it, Tong Yao felt dizzy and pressed her head to hold it.

"Well, I feel a little dizzy, A Yuan, I want to go to sleep."

"Go to bed."

Fu Yuan looked at the man who stood up and was about to fall, and quickly reached out to stop him: "You are drunk, let me help you to the bathroom."

Tong Yao giggled twice: "Okay, A Yuan, you are such a good person."

Being given the nice guy card again, Fu Yuan didn't care and pretended not to hear it. After all, everything he did had a purpose, and it wasn't just to be a good guy.

He helped the person into the bathroom, looked at the person who had started washing his face and brushing his teeth twice and was about to continue for a third time, and whispered: "You have already washed up, don't you remember?"

"I don't remember, but you have to brush your teeth. Otherwise, it would be bad if people knew you were drinking secretly. It would be bad."

Fu Yuan was a little amused when he heard this: "It tastes good, then tell me and I won't tell anyone, then no one will know you drank it secretly."

Tong Yao grinned and said, "Yeah, it tastes good. Expensive things are expensive for a reason. How can it not taste good? You...you look like the same person."

"Like, well, like the guy I stole drinks from."

"Okay, I've finished. I'll take you to rest. Don't walk around when you're drunk or you might fall."

Fu Yuan was holding the person, and she threw herself into his arms, her hands reaching into his clothes and began to grope: "Dream, handsome boy, your muscles are so nice to touch, how much is it per night?"

"...!!"

"You're drunk!"

Tong Yao shook her head and looked up, but still couldn't see who it was. She murmured, "Chun Meng, handsome guy, even without looking at your face, I know you are good-looking."

"My monthly salary is tens of thousands now. Just give me a figure. It's just one night. I didn't do anything, just touched my abs."

Fu Yuan looked at the man who had become extremely bold after getting drunk, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and a low and hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Okay, you can touch me as much as you want, but I will charge interest."

"I don't need money, I need something else. Now, can I blindfold you?"

“…Okay, okay.”

Not long after, a woman's suppressed voice came from the bathroom. She reached out to push but couldn't. A hot and strong breath spread in her mouth, and she wanted to avoid it but couldn't.

An unknown amount of time passed before Fu Yuan picked her up horizontally. He looked at her slightly red wrist and applied the ointment on it, and of course on her lips as well.

A deep voice sounded: "I said I would charge interest. This time it's just interest. If it happens again, then you can eat it."

Tong Yao was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. She could hear a slight breathing sound. She didn't wake up even when someone pinched her face. She looked at the finger marks on her face and remained silent for a while.

He probably didn't use much strength, so how could it have left a mark? Girls' skin is so delicate. He pinched it again with less force, just like a child finding a toy.

The night passed quickly and I woke up early the next morning.

Tong Yao got up refreshed, feeling as if she had received a full body massage. All the unpleasantness from yesterday had dissipated. It really was true what people said about drinking a glass of red wine at night to help you sleep better.

I happily got out of bed, noticed the cold fragrance in the room, looked over, and was surprised to see the man standing by the window.

"Huh? A Yuan, why are you still here? Don't you have to go to work at the company today?"

Fu Yuan turned around and looked at her, meeting her bright and clear eyes, which fell on her still slightly swollen lips. He inexplicably felt guilty and quickly looked away.

He said seriously, "I am the boss, but I also have holidays. Otherwise, if I only make money and don't spend it, wouldn't that be worse than being an ox or a horse? Do you have a place you want to go?"