Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"I guess so. I just think the ones here are very fresh. I can eat them right after picking them. They taste much better than those air-freighted ones I buy back home."

Xu Qianqian also held a bunch in her hand and agreed, "That makes sense. Little Fumei really knows how to eat lychees. Not to mention that the lychees on this tree are better. They taste sweeter and less greasy than the ones I just picked."

Li Fumei pulled the corners of her mouth together and smiled: "Well, I just tasted them one by one, and this one is the most refreshing and sweet without being greasy, and it's also the oldest one."

"Oh, you can see that."

"No, I heard it from someone. They say this is the oldest tree and its fruit tastes the best."

Li Fumei remembered something, took a series of photos and sent them to her master, followed by a voice message.

Master, do you and your wife eat lychees? I found a lychee tree with very delicious fruit. If you like them, I can send them to you.

[Hmm? Little Fumei went to the orchard.]

Yes, Master, I ate from the most delicious lychee tree.

[Haha, okay. Then you can send it to Master.]

【Yes, Master.】

Li Fumei quickly finished the lychee in her hand, went to find the orchard manager, and asked softly, "Big brother, I want to pick lychees myself and send them home. Do you provide ice packs to keep them fresh?"

Zhang Yong nodded. "Sure. Pick the ones you want and send them over for weighing. We'll calculate the price and put them in ice packs for express delivery. They'll be shipped out within two hours."

"Well, we all use SF Express's cold chain. It's fast and keeps things fresh very well. If the place you're sending it to isn't too far away, you can basically guarantee it will arrive the next day."

"It will arrive tomorrow. It's really fast."

Li Fumei thought about it and decided to send two copies to her master and his wife, one to Teacher Chen, and one to her best classmate. She would be busy in the afternoon.

I took a few baskets and came to the tree, climbed up and started picking lychees. Fortunately, I didn't have to pick them one by one, I could pick a bunch at a time, so the speed was quite fast.

After Xu Qianqian and the others had eaten, they came over to help pick the fruits. Some of them also wanted to send them to their families. It took them more than an hour to finish.

Weigh, pay, pack and ship on a cold chain truck.

Li Fumei thought that her master and mistress would be able to eat it tomorrow, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up in joy. Next time she came across something delicious, she would remember to send it to her master and mistress.

Two days passed quickly. After the vacation, the few of them drove back to the police station. Before they had time to rest, they had to start working.

*

Room 303, Building 3, Garden Community

eight pm

When Ye Shuang came back from overtime, she saw the takeaway hanging on the door handle and frowned subconsciously. How many times has this happened? Why is there always takeaway hanging on her door handle?

As I walked over and was about to pick it up to see who the person was, I saw a figure rushing over, picking up the takeaway and about to leave.

"Wait, you look familiar. Why do you always come to my door to pick up takeout? You don't have an address at home, so why did you give me my address?"

Shen Jiaxue said impatiently: "Okay, sister, this is the delivery man who made the mistake. What does it have to do with me? We live on the same floor as each other, so why would we be so fussy about it?"

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and ran away.

Ye Shuang looked at her back, feeling annoyed by overtime work and now feeling depressed and angry. She took a deep breath, opened the door and went in. Her face looked tense and not very good after taking a shower.

I turned on the TV and leaned back on the sofa to listen. When I heard the word "takeout", I perked up a bit and sat up straight to watch the news on TV carefully.

After hearing it, I was still scared and took out my phone to search for it.

Seeing those examples, and thinking of the sneaky figure upstairs who always came down to get takeout, this behavior was really strange.

Garden Community Management Group

Message to the administrator: [Do you know what's going on with 403? Why do you keep ordering takeout to my house? This has happened at least five or six times, and even I can't help.]

[You better mediate. If she doesn't listen, next time I see takeout, I'll just throw it in the trash.]

The administrator was silent for a moment before sending a message: [Ms. Ye, please don't be angry. I know the person in 403 above. She's a single mother renting a house with a daughter.]

[Just...last month, her ex-husband came to her house and was harassing her severely. She might have been afraid of being found, so she changed the takeout address.]

When Ye Shuang saw this news, she was so angry that she almost laughed.

[Are you okay? She's having a dispute with her ex-husband and she's afraid they'll be discovered, so she ordered takeout outside my house. What if her ex-husband comes looking for me and thinks I'm her, and stabs me to death the moment he opens the door?]

[@You, read this news, it has happened before, right? It's even more dangerous for me as a single woman living here. Please stop ordering takeout at my doorstep, or else don't blame me for being ruthless.]

If she's afraid of danger, she could just order takeout at your security booth. That would be safer, right? I'm exhausted from work and don't want to take on unnecessary risks.

The administrator didn't say anything this time. Ye Shuang didn't know whether he had seen the message or was pretending not to see it.

I was so angry that my heart was heaving. I found tenant 403 in the management group and told her the story in a private message. But when I saw the news, I almost exploded with anger.

403 tenant: [You're a highly educated, well-employed white-collar worker, you shouldn't be so picky, right? I'm a single mother, how can you not have any sympathy at all?]

303 Ye Shuang: [Hehe, you know your ex-husband is in danger, but it has nothing to do with me. We are strangers to each other, why should I get involved and take the risk?]

[Your pity is not caused by me, so don't blame me. Whether I'm a white-collar worker or not is none of your business. It's all my own hard work. If it happens again, I'll just throw the takeaway food in the trash.]

After sending the message, I threw my phone aside, looked at the glaring blood in the news, and looked at the empty house. I felt a little uneasy, so I contacted a store to install surveillance cameras at my home.

After Ye Shuang finished all this, she turned off her phone and went back to her room to sleep.

After three days of not seeing any takeout after get off work, Ye Shuang felt relieved. She thought that the single mother had realized her mistake and was thinking of another way out.

Unexpectedly, it was not the case at all, it was just a change of time.

The phone beeped, and Ye Shuang picked it up and took a look. She sat up from the bathtub, looked at the delivery man on the phone, secretly hung up the delivery bag, and drew something on the wall.

I wiped the water off my body, changed into pajamas, opened the door and went out with a baseball bat in hand. I looked at the place where the delivery man had drawn. There was a white triangle on the wall.

"What is this sign? What does it mean?"

Ye Shuang took out her mobile phone to take a photo and posted it online to ask a question. Soon, the post was filled with replies. After reading the replies, her heart sank.