Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen readily agreed: "Okay, Aunt Wang, don't worry, I know what to say. I'll leave first. I'll send you something delicious when I see one next time."

Mother Wang swallowed, her eyes brightening. "Oh, good! The durian we had before was delicious. It was the first time I had tried so many varieties, and that one had the strongest flavor."

"The taste remains for several days after eating it, and the young lady is reluctant to come back. The lychees that Xiao Fumei sent back last time were good, and the young lady ate a lot of them."

"Oh, I thought all women liked durian, but I didn't expect otherwise. I'll be leaving now. We can talk later."

Su Chen drove to the entrance of Qin's Building. The security guards all knew him, so they let him through and sent him to the president's independent elevator, where they respectfully escorted him into the elevator.

A minute later we reached the 66th floor.

The secretary who was working in the office saw the person coming and hurriedly greeted him: "Mr. Su, are you here to see the president?"

"Yes, Wushuang is still busy."

"Yes, I'm busy in a meeting. You can go to the president's office and wait. These are meals that can be placed in the safe. They will be hot when you eat them after the president's meeting."

The secretary reached out and took it: "Please give it to me."

Su Chen hummed: "Okay, thank you very much."

"It's okay, this is what I should do."

In another meeting room, shareholders were arguing fiercely: "Boss Qin, we can't take on that Middle East project. Our presence there is too weak, and if we invest too much, the risks will be huge."

"Once the equipment is built, I'm afraid the locals will target us Chinese. If we can't dismantle the equipment, wouldn't that benefit the locals?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin, we need to be more cautious about this matter. We can just cooperate with those powerful countries. There's no need to take risks in the Middle East. If something goes wrong, we'll lose everything."

Everyone was chattering about something, but Qin Wushuang just listened quietly. After they finished speaking, he said calmly, "The Middle East project is a national project. It's guaranteed by the state, understand?"

"If we private enterprises want to grow, we have to connect with the state and cooperate with it for mutual benefit. They have the resources the state wants, understand?"

"Even if the project fails, the losses are manageable. Besides, it's impossible for the project to fail. Haven't you even looked at the data analysis?"

The shareholders were silent and began to read through it carefully.

"Boss Qin, this project was really given to Qin by the state, but the state clearly has its own construction team, so why did they use Qin's? We're a little confused."

Qin Wushuang's cold voice rang out: "There's no need to figure it out. Just focus on how the project progresses and who to send to advance it. I'll follow up on the rest."

"...!!"

The conference room was silent for a while before someone spoke again: "There's one more thing, Mr. Qin. I don't understand why, even if you take on the project, shouldn't you start our own tech company?"

"Why would we open a gas tank company or a steel pipe company over there? They're just for civilian use. People there are constantly fighting and are going broke. The market won't be that big."

Qin Wushuang's lips curled slightly when he heard this: "Who said it was for civilian use? Yes, it is for civilian use on the surface, but how they plan to use it in the end has nothing to do with us."

"This project is finalized. You guys discuss who will be in charge of the project. Don't question it. Do you understand?"

The shareholders looked at each other, feeling unhappy but not daring to show it on their faces. The shareholder who had been uncooperative before was still eating curry every day in Curry Country.

I heard that he had diarrhea so badly in the first month that he couldn't leave the toilet and almost lost his life. How could they dare to say anything more?

The secretary opened the door and waited until they were outside before whispering, "Boss Qin, Mr. Su is here."

"Ok?"

Qin Wushuang looked around and quickly regained his composure: "Okay, I understand. You don't have to bring me lunch. I'll go out to eat with him."

The secretary tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that were about to rise, and said softly, "No, Mr. Su brought some food, and he and Mr. Qin should eat in the office."

"understood."

Pushing the door open and entering the office, Qin Wushuang met the man's eyes on the sofa. Sitting on the chair, he looked at him and said in a cold voice, "Where did you go this time? What took you so long?"

"We worked with the country to retrieve the remains of the expeditionary forces for burial. The war scattered the remains, making them difficult to find, which delayed us a bit."

Su Chen slowly stood up and walked over, leaning slightly closer. They were so close that he could kiss her just by lowering his head.

"Wife, do you miss me?"

Qin Wushuang snorted lightly: "You disappear all the time without any news. What do I miss you for? I don't even know when you will leave the earth. Tell me, how many days can you stay at home this time? You have to leave again."

"I see you're getting busier and busier, almost forgetting you're married. Stay away from me. I'm busy with work."

The next moment, a pair of hands with body temperature gently lifted up his face, and then a gentle kiss fell, as gentle as the spring breeze and full of cherishment. Qin Wushuang closed his eyes unconsciously and enjoyed this moment.

Just as the two were in the thick of their love, the door was pushed open. The person who broke in was a little dumbfounded by the scene and quickly turned his back: "Sorry, Mr. Qin, I'll be out right away."

Su Chen stood up and adjusted his breathing, then looked at the round-faced girl. Hmm, she looked a little unfamiliar, probably just arrived.

Qin Wushuang's breathing was a little rapid. He suppressed the emotion in his heart, and his eyes were a little moist: "You are Xiaoyuan, who just came from the secretariat. Next time, remember to knock on the door and tell me what's going on."

"Just, just this document needs to be signed."

"Bring it over and let me take a look."

Xiao Yuan blushed and handed over the document obediently. She was about to become a screaming chicken in her heart. Ahhhh, she didn't expect that the CEO who looked so domineering had this side of her in private.

No wonder I haven’t heard of any scandals. It turns out he has a beautiful mistress in his house, and she’s a little puppy. Who doesn’t like a little puppy?

Qin Wushuang pushed the document aside after signing it. He looked at the man who was distracted and frowned slightly. "What are you thinking about? You can take the document away. Remember to knock on the door next time you come in."

"Okay, sorry to bother you, President. I'll leave now."

He turned around and trotted out, but he was in such a panic when he went out that his foot was caught in the glass door without paying attention. In his hurry, his shoe fell off, and he didn't dare to look up at all.

He quickly picked up his shoes and stepped back, apologizing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll leave right now."

After the door closed, Su Chen burst out laughing.

"Is this the new intern?"

"Well, the secretary said this girl has some mystical qualities and brings good luck wherever she goes, so they just hired her in as a mascot. She's quite cute, but she's a bit too reckless."

Su Chen stood up and said, "I'll go get the food. We'll eat first and you can get busy later."