Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Yun Xiaoxiao held her face in her hands, a look of admiration on her face: "Wow, Master, you are amazing. You didn't get fired even though you asked for so many days off. Before, I only asked for leave, oh, about ten times a month."

"The counselor said he wanted to expel me, but it was only because the boss intervened that I was saved. It's really embarrassing."

"Master, what method did you use?"

Su Chen turned on his cell phone and motioned for her to take a look.

"If you get full marks, you can act more recklessly, and you can use backdoors. Well, you can grant more permissions. As for what kind of backdoors, I won't go into details."

Yun Xiaoxiao: "...As expected, top students have privileges. I, a poor student, am still not qualified for this."

The car stopped, Su Chen got out with his bag, got directly into the bodyguard's car, waved to them, and soon disappeared. Several people turned around and prepared to return to the Special Department.

"Boss, this wooden sculpture is very dangerous. Is it okay to put it in the Special Affairs Department?"

Sun Chengan held the box, which was covered with talisman paper and sealed with a wooden carving. He looked down and said softly, "Master Su said it's okay, so it should be okay."

"Let's study it when we get back. If it's not worth researching, let Master Su take a look and see if there's a way to destroy it. This thing is always a hidden danger."

"Okay, I understand. When I get back, I'll report this wood carving to my superiors. It's best to make it public. If everyone knows it's a cult, more people will report it."

Lin Rui was driving and talking on the horn.

Sun Chengan nodded, he also thought this was better.

*

Su Chen returned to school, took a quick shower, went to the classroom with dark circles under his eyes, and dozed off directly on the table. He was so sleepy.

Wang Hao turned his head and glanced at it, then silently pushed the book forward a little to cover it up a little. If it was too obvious and the professor stared at him angrily, it would be of no benefit.

I slept through two classes and half of my body was numb.

"Yawn, I'm so tired from sleeping."

"Brother, where have you been being a night owl? Look at the dark circles under your eyes. I'm telling you, you're aging fast like this. Be careful your wife might dislike you."

Su Chen chuckled, opened his phone and took a look. His face showed fatigue, and he said unhappily, "I'm only in my twenties. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. It's not that exaggerated."

Su Chen wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom.

Wang Hao was playing games non-stop. When he saw him come out, he called out, "Your phone just rang. It said Xia Yun. I told her you were in the shower and I'll call her back later."

"She was not in a good mood and seemed to be crying."

“…Hmm? I see.”

Su Chen took the phone, closed the balcony door, and called back. The call was picked up almost instantly.

[Hello, Xia Yun, you called me, what's the matter? ]

Xia Yun on the other end of the phone was kneeling at the moment, with scars on his face and fear in his eyes. When he heard the voice on the phone, he felt like he was grasping at a life-saving straw and felt extremely aggrieved.

[Wuwu, Brother Su Chen, save me...]

Su Chen heard the crying coming from the other side and felt a little worried.

[Xia Yun, don't cry yet. If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me. I will help you if I can. I will definitely help you.]

[I, I want to borrow some money, 100,000 yuan will be enough. When I make money, I will definitely pay you back as soon as possible. Brother Su Chen, please believe me.]

"Well, if it's just 100,000 yuan, that's no big deal. I'll transfer it to you. Don't cry. As your brother, it's my duty to help. Don't rush to pay it back. Just send me the card number."

Xia Yun sniffed, hung up, and sent the card number. But right after he hung up, his phone was snatched away.

He said anxiously, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Humph, your brother is quite rich. In the future, you should visit him more often and find a way to make money to fill the hole at home. You know, our family is in debt because of you."

Xia Yong waited until the money was transferred to his account before throwing the phone to her.

After Xia Yun and the others left, she picked up her phone and sent a message with trembling hands. The wound on her face was painful, but not as painful as her heartache.

She couldn't imagine how Brother Su Chen would look at her if she couldn't pay back the money.