Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After Fu Yuan had eaten and drunk his fill, he placed the exquisite gift box on the bedside, leaned over and kissed the woman on the face, his voice hoarse: "Wife, I'm leaving now. You should have a good rest."

After saying that, he changed his clothes and left at a quickened pace.

I saw the message sent by my wife on the way and clicked it to take a look.

[Asshole, are you home yet? I'm in so much pain, don't be so rough next time, or just stop bothering me.]

【……!! 】

Fu Yuan tactfully apologized: "Sorry, time is too tight. Next time I will definitely be gentler and make it up to you. Otherwise, you can tie me up and torture me next time."

When Tong Yao saw these words, she stared with wide eyes. What kind of vicious words were these? This person was really getting more and more shameless.

What abstinence and coolness, the filter is all shattered.

Even when time is tight, you still have to make use of it. You are really a master of time management. After gritting your teeth, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, you directly sent an emoticon of a cat holding a hammer and chasing a mouse and hitting it.

Tong Yao thought about it and was still very angry. She stood up and moved, but her whole body felt like it was falling apart. Her eyes were red with anger. It was really too much.

[Have you finally gotten home? Send me a message when you get home, and buy me some ointment. It hurts.]

[I'll be home in half an hour. I sent the ointment over via Shansong. It'll be in the closet. Go get it. Thanks for your hard work, wife.]

Tong Yao groaned as she moved to the door and took out the ointment from the cabinet. She felt much better after applying it. After thinking about it, she placed an order online to buy some more.

That guy is too strong. Every time they do that, their bodies are covered in bruises. It's really scary to look at. It's better to prepare more to apply to avoid...

Hmm? Wait, she seems to have forgotten something.

[You...did you take any measures?]

[Yes, I did. It's not that you don't want to get pregnant. I will take the necessary measures. We can have a baby when you are ready.]

Seeing no reply, Fu Yuan opened the video call and said gently, "Wife, I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, open the drawer and take a look."

Tong Yao opened the drawer and saw a lot of torn packaging bags inside. She knew what had happened and her face flushed: "I know, I know, don't say anymore."

This drawer is full of them. When did that guy prepare them? He is really cunning.

After hanging up the video call, Tong Yao felt much better after a short sleep. She got up and started to clean the room. She opened the windows to let the smell out and washed the sheets and quilt covers.

After it was all over, I was exhausted.

*

On the other side, Fu Yian took the initiative to go to the company to pack up his things, with a gentle smile on his face, looking very harmless and easy to get along with.

"Second Young Master, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was helping my eldest brother before. Now that he can handle it, I will naturally go back to be my second young master. It's not good to eat and drink after that."

Everyone raised their eyebrows when they heard this. They were all smart people, so how could they not hear the hidden meaning? They were saying that they were going to throw the person out after they were done with him.

As expected, the president is the president. He wants to spoil his younger brother so that he won’t compete with him for the position in the future. However, if he does so, isn’t it a bit too much to destroy the bridge after crossing it?

Looking at him with sympathy, it was really pitiful.

Fu Yian acted as if he didn't notice. He held the things in his arms and smiled brightly, then left with a calm expression. No matter how humiliatingly he left here now, they would beg him to come back in the future.

As soon as we entered the elevator, everyone started to go crazy.

"Hey, what's the president doing? They're obviously brothers, and he's so busy and tired, why can't he use his own brother?"

"Isn't it better to use your biological brother than an outsider? He's much more reliable. Are you just afraid of being replaced? No way. Our president has a sharp eye and no one else can replace him."

"Yes, I don't understand it either."

"Shh, stop talking. The president is here."

Everyone immediately scattered.

Fu Yuan was physically and mentally satisfied and in a good mood. He walked into the company with a smile on his face. He nodded and greeted everyone he saw, but in the eyes of others, it had a different meaning.

"Is the president happy that his brother is gone? No, why is that? The second young master is so good to the president, how can the president be happy that his brother is gone?"

"Yeah, the president used to have a smile on his face all year round. Look how happy he is today. If he hadn't maintained his aloof personality, I doubt he would have smiled any happier."

Fu Yuan didn't know what they were thinking. He just went into the office and sat down to deal with his work. Special Assistant Sun followed him in with a complicated look in his eyes: "President, the second young master has left to move his things."

"Okay, I see. You don't need to tell me such a small thing."

"Um, you're in a bad mood today. Is it because the Second Young Master left?"

"No, it has nothing to do with him."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Fu Yuan raised his head and said seriously, "What's the matter? If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't be so hesitant."

Special Assistant Sun dodged a glance and said, "That's right, there's a rumor going around the company saying that you're smiling so happily today because the Second Young Master is gone. Anyway, it's not a very nice thing to say."

"Huh? What does it have to do with him? I'm in a good mood because... Anyway, it's my personal matter and has nothing to do with Fu Yian. If they are free, let them do more work."

"Stop gossiping. My reason is purely other."

He had been holding it in for so long, and now that he was relieved and in a good mood, he finally found his wife. What did this have to do with these people? They were so gossipy. It seemed that his workload was too small.

"Assistant Sun, please arrange all these tasks. I'm tired and need a break. If I'm busy, no one will gossip."

Special Assistant Sun looked at the pile of documents and knew that the president was angry. The corner of his mouth twitched and he said hurriedly: "Okay, I'll do it right away. President, you should rest more."

When I walked to the table and was about to take the documents away, I accidentally saw the scratches on his neck. There were bloodstains, which showed how strong the force was.

A light bulb went off in my head. The president was in a good mood today. Could it be that he had satisfied his little interest with the president's wife? Otherwise, there would be no reason for such a big change.

Oh my god, those people really misunderstood.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Fu Yuan looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any objections?"

Special Assistant Sun hurriedly shook his head and said seriously, "No problem, I'll go tell them right away, but President, your neck... uh, do you want to buy some medicine to apply?"

"There are scratches and bleeding here. If you don't treat it, it might hurt if it gets wet."

"Oh, I get it. After you deliver the documents, come buy me some medicine."

Fu Yuan felt a little uncomfortable for once, and his mind immediately went back to the morning. His wife looked so beautiful when she was crying, but she was really ruthless when she caught people when she made a fuss.

I reached out and touched my neck, and felt a sharp pain.

Special Assistant Sun went to arrange the work, ignoring their sad looks. It was their fault for gossiping.

"Ahem, stop gossiping about the CEO in the company from now on. He must not be busy enough with so much free time. He should have done all these tasks."

"...!!"