Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen pursed his lips and turned to look at the man who looked like a peacock, and was a mixed-race man.

The two looked at each other, invisible sparks flying.

Gray hummed softly, ruffled his hair, and said narcissistically, "Weiss, Barritt, tell me, who is more handsome between us, me or that oriental man?"

The two looked at each other with complicated expressions.

The two men looked similar, but for some reason, there was always a mysterious feeling about that man that made people afraid to look directly at him.

Seeing their silence, Gray felt very unhappy and snorted, "Since you guys are silent, I'll take it as your consent. After all, what's so good about black eyes? My brown eyes are the most handsome."

Qin Wushuang looked indifferent and refused without hesitation.

"No need, remove it."

The waiter was a little embarrassed. Giving gifts as a gesture of goodwill was very common in restaurants, and most girls would gladly accept them. He didn't expect this girl to refuse directly.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qin Wushuang used the pressure from his superior to make it impossible for him to say no.

"I said to remove it. If you don't understand, you can ask your manager to talk to me."

"...Yes, Miss, don't be angry, I will remove it right away."

The waiter brought the plate directly to the next table and whispered, "Sir, the lady doesn't want it. This salad is for you."

Gray felt embarrassed and kept silent with his lips pursed.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, his companion waved his hand and said, "You can go down first. Thank you very much."

"Yes, sir, please enjoy your meal."

Weiss saw that he was so angry that his knife and fork were about to fight, making a clanging sound. Others couldn't help but look at him strangely and whispered, "Gray, don't be like this."

"This is the East. If the boss knew, he would definitely be angry."

"Humph, my dad won't be here until tomorrow. If you don't tell him, how could he possibly know? This is the first time I've hit a wall. It's so frustrating."

"Eat, then go back to sleep."

in the room

Su Chen walked out of the bathroom, his nightgown tied loosely, his chest muscles toned, and he wiped his hair with one hand.

He saw that his wife was only focused on the computer and didn't even look at him.

He coughed lightly and said, "Wife, didn't you say you were going to sleep? Why are you still looking at the computer? You should have a good rest. We still have to discuss cooperation tomorrow."

Qin Wushuang hummed, raised his head and looked at Dingzhu, then stretched out his hand and hooked it, with a hint of not allowing rejection.

"come over."

Su Chen walked over and wiped his hair, his eyes clear and innocent, flirting without knowing it.

A small hand rubbed the abdominal muscles and pinched them gently, bringing with it an indescribable tingling sensation. I couldn't help but shiver and subconsciously stepped back a little.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes gradually became hot.

"Wife, if you don't want to be too tired, you'd better go to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to control myself, and I don't know who will be begging for mercy."

Qin Wushuang chuckled, closed the computer, got out of bed, and stepped barefoot on the plush carpet. There was heating in the room, so it was not cold at all.

Her white and tender fingers moved up along her abdominal muscles. Her eyes were like hooks, with a hint of temptation: "It's still early before dark, so it's okay to exercise before going to bed."

When Su Chen heard this, his mind exploded.

When he came to his senses, he had already pinned her down, looking down at her from above, and chuckled, "Wife, the fire is lit, you have to put it out."

"Ah."

By the time it was over, half an hour had passed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of both of them. Su Chen carried them into the bathroom, wiped them clean, and tucked them into the quilt with a satisfied look on his face.

I feel satisfied holding my sweet and soft wife.

"Honey, who's more handsome, me or that foreign guy?"

Qin Wu's eyelids closed, sleepiness came over him, and he said vaguely: "I don't know, I didn't pay attention to him, I don't know what he looks like."

The man who was originally full of jealousy was coaxed by these words and smiled smugly: "Hey, honey, you are so nice. Those foreigners are not as good as me."

"I can tell at a glance that he's just a playboy. That kind of man is very dirty, nowhere near as clean as me. There's no need to look closely, he's just a passerby."