Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"I don't deserve your advice. Whether this cooperation is successful or not is another matter."

Mo Qiufeng felt humiliated, and a gloomy look flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his elegant appearance, his gentle and refined manner making people like him.

"Mr. Qin, you're joking. This is a win-win situation for both the Qin Corporation and X Group. I believe both parties will be able to reach a friendly cooperation. What do you think?"

Qin Wushuang's gaze seemed to fall on Feng Si. For some reason, this man gave her a very bad feeling, and she felt inexplicably disgusted and averse.

The reason is not important. What matters is that she feels uncomfortable. It's that person's fault. They are both wearing Taoist robes. When Su Chen wears it, he looks elegant and graceful, but this person looks really ugly in it.

Seeing her staring at him, Feng Si thought she was mesmerized by him, so his smile deepened and he stared at her straight, "Boss Qin, are you..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the woman's thin lips part.

Liang Bo said, "You, everyone else, please get out. I don't like people without ties to me when I'm discussing cooperation. Please get out, Taoist priest."

"Uncle Fu, take the Taoist priest out. I want to discuss cooperation with Mr. Mo. Remember to entertain him well."

"Yes, don't worry, miss."

When Feng Si heard this, the smile on his face froze and he looked at her in disbelief. What did this woman say? How could he be considered an outsider? Since he left the sect, he had never been humiliated like this.

He stood up suddenly with a sinister expression on his face.

"Boss Qin, what do you mean? No matter what, I came here with Mr. Mo. Why are you treating me like this?"

Qin Wushuang curled his lips, his expression indifferent, carrying the pressure of a superior: "No reason, I have always been a willful person, following my inner preferences. Do I need a reason to dislike you?"

"Also, your Taoist robe is so ugly. It's an eyesore. It hurts my eyes. Is that a problem?"

Feng Si was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He didn't expect that this bitch would be so arrogant. It was really too much.

Seeing that he was about to lose control, Mo Qiufeng apologized and pulled him out directly, with a warning look in his eyes: "Be quiet, I'm here to discuss cooperation today, don't ruin it for me."

The two men stood outside the door. Feng Si reached out his hand, stuffed something into his palm, moved closer, and gritted his teeth.

"Give her the stuff. I want her to be neither alive nor dead in the future, this bitch."

"Okay, I understand. Just be quiet."

Feng Si watched the people go in. A man stood outside the door, staring at it, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

Mo Qiufeng said politely, "Boss Qin, it's all my fault for not thinking things through. I'm sorry for making you unhappy. Come, I'll offer you a glass of wine."

He leaned closer with the wine glass, something between his fingers.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Mo Qiufeng's face was a little stiff: "Boss Qin, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Wushuang came back to his senses, shook his head, picked up the wine glass and moved closer: "It's okay, I was just a little distracted just now. Let's talk about cooperation."

After putting the poison into the other person's wine glass, Mo Qiufeng curled the corners of his mouth.

The wine glass was close to his lips, and when he was about to drink, he felt a burning sensation in his heart. He subconsciously put down the glass, covered his heart, and a look of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Before he could react, the little paper man in his pocket crawled out, jumped on his legs, and then jumped onto the table, heading straight for the wine glass, bumping against it with the little piece of paper.

When Mo Qiufeng saw the moving paper figurine, fear flashed across his eyes. He subconsciously stood up and stepped back a little, his voice trembling: "Boss Qin, what the hell is this?"

Ghost thing?

This is her favorite little paper figurine, what a ghost thing.

Qin Wushuang stared at him coldly with an unhappy look: "Mr. Mo, be careful, this is a little gadget my man gave me, and it's also my favorite. How can it be a ghost thing?"

Mo Qiufeng was a little embarrassed and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin. This is the first time I've seen a moving paper figurine. I was a little scared for a moment and it was a bit rude. I hope Mr. Qin won't blame me."

"Oh, there is a Taoist priest around you, how come you haven't seen the little paper figurine before?"

Looking at the little paper man bumping into the wine glass, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. This little thing has always been very well-behaved, and today is the first time it has been so impatient.