Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Hearing this, Su Chen lowered his head to glance at the exquisite gift box, his heart warmed, and he said softly: "Wushuang, why didn't you tell me? I forgot. Today is my birthday."

Uncle Fu sighed, his face showing a bit of melancholy: "Alas, my young lady is good in every way, except that she is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, likes to say one thing and mean another, doesn't like to explain too much, and speaks too little."

"But don't worry, sir. We are all talkative. There will be absolutely no misunderstanding between you. Go in quickly. The young lady is starving."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Fu."

"Oh, it's okay. It's all for this family."

The two looked at Su Chen's back, glanced at each other, and whispered: "Wang Ma did a good job. It seems that the relationship between the young lady and the son-in-law is obviously warming up."

Mother Wang nodded, a little hesitantly: "Well, but if we are so straightforward, won't it make them feel awkward without any ambiguity?"

"Yes, I think it's good. It's a relief if there are no misunderstandings."

"Yeah, let's go in."

Qin Wushuang took off his coat, put on a silk shirt, and sat at the table waiting quietly.

Su Chen entered the kitchen and quickly brought out two bowls of wontons, a few plates of home-cooked dishes, and a basket of small buns. He placed them on the table one by one and greeted them.

"Wushuang, eat it while it's hot. These wontons are stuffed with shrimp and fish roe. Try them and see if they suit your taste. I made the buns with braised pork filling, which is very fragrant, but a bit greasy."

“When paired with the wonton soup, it won’t be so greasy.”

Qin Wushuang nodded, a little silent: "Well, I'll try it."

After taking a sip of the soup, I found it very fresh, without any fishy smell. It was delicious. I casually asked, "This soup is delicious, Su Chen, what did you use to make it?"

Su Chen spoke softly, and the two of them ate and chatted casually, and the atmosphere was very warm.

When Wang Ma and Fu Bo saw this, their eyes suddenly turned red, one of them was relieved while the other was envious.

"That's great! This feels like home. Before, the young lady had to eat alone. It was so pitiful. Can you imagine a little girl of a few years old, all alone?"

"Ah, I'm dissatisfied with what Uncle Fu said. I'm even more pitiful. When I was a child, I was a girl and didn't even have the right to sit at the table to eat. But everything is in the past and it won't happen again in the future."

In half an hour, Qin Wushuang ate a bowl of wontons and two palm-sized braised pork buns. He stared at them and wanted to eat more, but was stopped by Su Chen.

"Wushuang, be obedient. Don't eat too much for dinner, or you'll be too full to sleep. If you like, I'll make it for you tomorrow morning and you can bring it to the company for lunch."

Su Chen slowed down his tone and coaxed softly.

Qin Wushuang took a look and saw their hands touching each other. He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and hummed without saying anything.

After a while, he found an excuse, got up and went upstairs.

"Son-in-law, go upstairs and rest. We can clean up here. If you have done all the work, what else can we do?"

Su Chen nodded, and his eyes glanced at the gift box. He put it directly in the refrigerator, thinking that he would cut it later. He was not hungry now, and he would not be able to eat it even if he cut it.

in the room

Qin Wushuang finished washing up and was about to fall asleep when he lay down on the bed. A wave of headaches hit him, and in his mind appeared those terrible images: the rainy day, the huge explosion, his parents...

He covered his head and groaned in pain. He didn't even have the strength to call for help. After a while, he touched the phone with trembling hands.

The little paper figurine heard the noise and jumped out of the pocket, jumping non-stop. Qin Wushuang grabbed it by the hand and shouted weakly: "Su Chen, my head hurts!"

Su Chen vaguely heard someone calling him. The voice was... After reacting, he quickly opened the door, stood in front of Qin Wushuang's door, and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The door wouldn't open no matter how hard I tried to push it. Then a wrinkled little paper man came out from the crack in the door and started jumping around on the ground.

"You mean, something happened to Wushuang?"

Bang bang bang~~~~

Su Chen stood in front of the door, not caring about anything else. He took two steps back and rushed towards the door. The loud noise of the collision scared Mother Wang so much that she looked up.

Soon the door was knocked open. Su Chen looked at the unconscious person lying on the ground. His heart sank. He bent down, picked up the person and walked out: "Auntie Wang, call a doctor quickly, something has happened."