Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen chuckled and said seriously, "Thank you for telling me so much. There are some things I really don't know. I can't help it. My wife is too proud."

Mu Wan'er, with her chubby face, said gossipingly, "Senior Su, between you and Qin Shen, whoever pursued the other first should be the one to propose marriage."

"Ahem, I can tell you, but you are not allowed to tell anyone else."

"Yes, please rest assured, Senior Su."

Su Chen's expression remained normal, with a smug look in his eyes: "She proposed to me first, but it wasn't the kind of proposal you think. She was very forceful and asked me to marry her."

The three of them were stunned: "Ah, this is a proposal, no flying a plane and dropping flowers and money, that's not what bosses in TV dramas do."

Yang Xiao suddenly said, "It's not like that in novels. It's not very domineering. You have to get on a plane to be stylish."

"...!!"

Su Chen's mouth twitched. They had a contract marriage at that time and it was over directly after getting the marriage certificate. There was no need for so many twists and turns.

Du Ruo commented sharply: "Senior Su, then you are marrying into the family, if so, you will suffer a loss."

"It's not a big enough ritual. It only happens once in a lifetime. What a shame."

"How do you know I'm marrying into your family?"

The three of them looked at each other and fell silent. To tell the truth would be a bit hurtful to people's self-esteem, so it was better not to say it.

After all, the Emperor can compete with the Qin family, and no one has the surname Su De. If the gap in family background is too big, the weaker one will definitely marry into the family.

After sending the person to the community, Su Chen went to buy a cake and then returned to the villa.

Qin Wushuang saw him coming back, the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, he strode over and took it, and said casually: "I saw three girls in your car today, they are all from your club."

Su Chen didn't think much about it. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then hummed, "Yes, it was a New Year's Day event organized by the club. I was busy with other things so I didn't go."

"I didn't expect the village they chose was problematic. There's only one living person in the entire village, and the rest have turned into zombies."

"The captain asked for help. I couldn't just stand by and watch. So I went to deal with it and earn some merit at the same time. Haha."

Qin Wushuang saw him smiling foolishly, pursed his lips and chuckled: "So that's how it is, are there really zombies in this world?"

"Shouldn't that kind of thing appear in an ancient tomb? It turns out there's one in the village too. What does it look like?"

Su Chen blinked and said softly, "Wife, if you are curious, I can take you to see it next time I meet it. It is just dehydrated like a human."

"Oh, they have hair on their bodies. From a distance, they look like monkeys. These zombies are low-level zombies. Just burn them."

The two of them ate and chatted casually.

Jiangcheng Classical Culture Museum

A group of people walked in in suits and ties, talking freely and exuding the unique charm of intellectuals, attracting a lot of people's attention.

The middle-aged man, Tang An, flattered him, "Mr. Qiao, I heard that you like classical culture. This is the largest cultural center in Jiangcheng. If you have any calligraphy or painting you like, you can..."

Before he could finish his words, Qiao Sheng pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

She pursed her lips slightly, her expression aloof. "There's no need to be like this, Mr. Wang. I came to Jiangcheng just to take a look. Whether we can cooperate is a decision made by the company's top management."

"Yes, Mr. Qiao is right. It was Tang who spoke too much."

As he walked and looked, Qiao Sheng didn't see any interesting calligraphy or paintings. He slowly withdrew his gaze and lost interest. The sound of a piano slowly began to ring in his ears.

After listening carefully and making sure he heard it correctly, he walked in the direction of the sound and looked at the thing covered by the white cloth with some curiosity.

"Mr. Tang, is this also a painting?"

Tang An looked up with a complicated expression, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Qiao, this is originally a painting of a beautiful woman, and it is also the treasure of the cultural center."

"But later..."

Seeing him hesitant, Qiao Sheng became even more interested. "Mr. Tang, please tell us what happened next. If this is the treasure of the museum, it would be a shame to keep it sealed like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's sweet laughter rang in his ears, as if wrapped in honey, making him feel sweet.

He couldn't help but look around, but didn't see any little girl. He frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Tang, did you hear the sound of piano playing and a woman laughing?"