Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Fu Yian felt offended and his face fell. His gentle face now looked a little gloomy: "Oh, really, Su Chen, this is all you can do. You let a servant interrupt."

"Servant? No, this is the villa's housekeeper, but he has many certificates. Compared to this, you and I are not as good as Wang Ma."

"...Su Chen, are you looking down on me? I mentioned Wushuang to you, but you didn't dare to respond and even let a housekeeper speak for you. It's really disappointing."

Su Chen took a sip of coffee, looking calm.

"Is that so? Then let's not talk about it anymore. Wushuang and I are a legally married couple. Who are you? What does it have to do with us? You're an irrelevant person, so why should I care?"

"If you're looking for me to tell me how much you loved each other in the past, then that's totally unnecessary. After all, that was the past, not the present, and certainly not the future."

"You can make Wushuang divorce me, that's your ability. Don't waste your time on me. There's no way I would initiate a divorce. I'm not stupid. Where can I find another wife who is so rich and lovely?"

Fu Yian was furious and sneered, "As a man, you have no dignity at all. You are so proud of being a gigolo."

Su Chen nodded seriously and said frankly: "Being able to eat soft rice and work less for decades is my ability. It has nothing to do with you. Besides, people live to lie down."

"If you like to struggle so much, then go ahead and do it. I don't want to. Aunt Wang, let's go. You invited me out. You pay for the coffee. Thank you."

"Okay, uncle, you are awesome."

Fu Yian couldn't believe it. Looking at their departing backs, he felt like he had punched cotton. His heart felt blocked and aching, and he was very uncomfortable.

He slammed his hand on the table, gritted his teeth, and looked vicious: "Bitch, you are just a latecomer, do you really think you are worthy? If I hadn't left in the past, do you think you have a chance?"

"What's mine is mine, and no one can take it away from me."

Su Chen took Wang Ma out. The two of them searched for some food nearby and ate and drank until they were full and happy. "Well, son-in-law didn't expect that you are so strong in fighting."

"That little bitch's expression is really pleasing to look at."

Su Chen curled his lips and said jokingly, "Auntie Wang, you flatter me. I'm just an ordinary person. He didn't use the right method. If he did, he would have slammed a check for five million on the table."

"As for me, I might be tempted. What a pity! He's just hoping to get me to mess around with Wushuang with just a few words. What good will that do me? I'll end up being a second-married man, and then I'll be left with nothing to eat. I'm not stupid."

The corners of Wang Ma's mouth twitched, and she was a little helpless: "Son-in-law, you are so sincere that I have no idea what to do."

"Wouldn't you feel embarrassed, sir?"

"No, I grew up as an orphan. Face is useless. Real things are the most useful. People should always be realistic and not live in a fantasy way."

Su Chen stood up with the gift box in his hand: "Auntie Wang, wait for me. I'm going to bring some food to Wushuang. I'll be down soon."

"Okay, go ahead, uncle."

Arriving at the 66th floor, no one dared to stop them this time. Secretary Gao personally led the group over and said respectfully in a low voice, "Mr. Su, please come this way. President Qin is in a meeting. You may have to wait a while."

Su Chen nodded and thanked him softly: "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, coffee or tea?"

"Tea."

Su Chen was sitting on the sofa. He saw the building blocks on the table and felt a little curious. Wushuang didn't look like someone who could play with building blocks.

I stood up and walked over, taking a closer look. My eyes fell on the little girl swinging on the swing in the small yard. She looked familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere.

I couldn't remember it for a moment, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the photo frame on the table.

He picked it up and took a look at it. He was stunned and muttered: "How could this be my photo? When was it taken? Wushuang, what is this, putting my photo on the table?"

When Su Chen thought of a possibility, he felt a little embarrassed. He put the photo frame away and sat obediently on the sofa. However, his calm heart was still a little confused at this moment.