Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Chen Zhicheng returned to the police station's guard room with the report.

A weak voice sounded.

"Now that you're here, how's it going? Has the cancer cleared up a lot? My true form is Tai Sui, so I'm naturally long-lived. It's easy for me to eliminate some cancer cells."

If that Taoist priest hadn't hurt me so badly, I would have been able to make all your cancer cells disappear this time, and you would have recovered naturally.

Chen Zhicheng looked at it with deep eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I will prepare a replacement for you. Please help me recover as soon as possible. As for you, I will find a deep mountain and place you in a pond to raise you."

[Practice diligently, don't get arrested again, and don't do evil things.]

Tai Sui remained silent, his weak voice barely audible.

[Okay, I promise you, but I'm in a lot of pain right now. This talisman is constantly weakening its power, so I can't help you heal it.]

[…What should I do?]

[Help me tear off the talisman paper so I can absorb the spiritual energy and cultivate. Of course, if you're willing to bleed for me, I'll recover faster. Once I recover, I can help you heal your illness.]

Chen Zhicheng clenched his fists, but finally helped it tear off the talisman paper. He suddenly felt the room become a little colder, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"You'd better behave yourself, otherwise if you attract Master Su, you'll be utterly annihilated. Our cooperation remains. You treat the illness, and I'll let you go deep into the mountains."

When Tai Sui thought of that man, he shuddered instantly, the greed in his heart was swept away, and he calmed down.

[Okay, I don't mean anything else. Of course I'll behave myself.]

Chen Zhicheng strode away and went to find a latex shop to make a copy.

On the other side, in the Qin family meeting room.

Qin Wushuang was looking through the documents. The meeting lasted for an hour, and the shareholders were a little exhausted and their stomachs were growling with hunger.

Someone urged, "Boss Qin, it's already eleven o'clock. Can we eat something first and then continue the meeting slowly? I'm so hungry."

Secretary Gao's stomach was also rumbling, and she couldn't help but hold her stomach with her hands, a look of embarrassment on her face. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

I’ve been getting hungry so easily lately, and I’m particularly craving the buns from that shop.

Qin Wushuang glanced around and saw that their eyes were bloodshot and they looked extremely impatient, as if they were about to explode at any moment. He felt something strange in his heart.

"Okay, since everyone is hungry, let's eat first, and then we can continue the meeting."

"Secretary Gao, let's go!"

After they left the room, Qin Wushuang stared at her with an inquiring look in his eyes. "Secretary Gao, you can eat some biscuits if you're hungry. Why are you so hungry? Your eyes are bloodshot. Didn't you get enough rest?"

"I, I didn't. I was just too hungry."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin. I'll go eat some cookies first, and then order some buns. I'm sure I'll feel better after eating."

Qin Wushuang raised an eyebrow, a little surprised: "Steamed buns? The news has been talking about the steamed bun problem these past two days, haven't you seen it?"

Secretary Gao was stunned and asked blankly, "What news about steamed buns? How come I didn't notice it? Is it a food safety issue? Hey, few of these things are safe these days."

Qin Wushuang's eyes deepened, and without saying anything more, he turned around and went back to his office.

Uncle Fu knocked on the door and came in, setting the food aside.

His expression was a little tangled. "Miss, I just came up to deliver the food and found that they were arguing again. It seemed very intense, a bit like... a news report."

"Do you think it's because they ate some buns or contracted some virus? They're all so irritable."

"Xiao Lin, who was usually gentle and good-tempered, also started to quarrel..."

Qin Wushuang paused, opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the sound of glass shattering outside. His heart suddenly tightened and he stood up.

Uncle Fu followed her and when he opened the door, he heard screams and the sound of something falling to the ground outside.

He looked a little unhappy: "What's going on? Where are all the security guards? No one cares about such a commotion."

He shouted at the workstation, "Secretary Gao, what are you doing? Why don't you do something about it?"