Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Seeing her staring at him, Su Chen couldn't help but touch his chin and said narcissistically, "Wife, do you find that I am more handsome and manly?"

"Look, you're stunned."

Qin Wushuang hurriedly said: "...It's a woman. I don't have any male friends, only male partners. They are all company business."

"Cough cough, stop being so narcissistic. Look at the dark circles under your eyes. You didn't sleep last night. Staying up late every day is not good for your health."

"Hey, my wife is worried about me. I'll take a nap. Come closer. I want to sleep on your shoulder."

Su Chen tilted his head and fell asleep on her shoulder in seconds.

Qin Wushuang slowly relaxed his body, wanting him to sleep more comfortably. Seeing him so tired, he felt a little distressed. If he had known earlier, he would not have let him come. It would have been better for him to catch up on his sleep at home.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped. Qin Wushuang slowly moved his body, thinking that he could just go to the ward and take a look.

"Yawn, my wife is here."

"You're awake now. If you're too sleepy, just sleep in the car. I'll go see her and talk to her. I'll come down later and we'll go home."

Su Chen rubbed his eyes and regained his consciousness. He smiled and said, "It's okay. Everyone is here, so of course we have to meet your friend. Let's go up and take a look."

The two of them carried the supplements and came all the way to the VVVIP ward. There were security guards at the elevator entrance, and no one was allowed to go in without the patient's consent.

It's strict, worthy of being a ward for the super rich.

Qin Wushuang brought people to the front of the ward, listened to the suppressed crying coming from inside, paused before knocking on the door, and soon a very pleasant voice was heard.

"Please come in!"

Su Chen followed her in and met a pair of red and swollen eyes of a young woman lying on the hospital bed. She looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a gentle temperament that easily attracted people's favor.

Leng Yanran couldn't hold back her emotions when she saw her friend: "Wushuang, I..."

"Hmm? This gentleman is."

"My husband Su Chen."

"What, Wushuang, when did you get married? Why didn't you tell me? And I want to be a bridesmaid at the wedding. You promised me that."

Leng Yanran collapsed immediately and started to output crazily.

Qin Wushuang pursed his lips and said nothing. When she finally said she was tired, he spoke again: "We got the marriage certificate but didn't have a wedding. Otherwise, I will tell you even if you are on the horizon. This means that you don't have the chance to be a bridesmaid."

"Oh my god, Wushuang, you're going too far. You tricked such a handsome guy into getting a marriage certificate and didn't even give him a wedding. Where's his status? You scumbag, humph."

He glared at her angrily, as if to say, "If you don't coax me, I'm going to break up with you."

Su Chen was stunned by the rapid change in expression. Is this how girls interact with each other? It's really... quite novel.

Leng Yanran looked at Su Chen and her expression changed immediately. She smiled like the older sister next door and said in a gentle voice, "Little brother, what's your name? How do you know my Wushuang?"

Su Chen said calmly, "Hello, sister, it's our first time to meet you. My name is Su Chen, and Wushuang and I got married when we were in college."

"Then you haven't graduated yet, have you?"

"Yes, not yet."

Leng Yanran covered her heart with her hands, looking heartbroken: "Wushuang, you are really too much. When did you find such a high-quality man, and you didn't even tell me."

"I thought you were my sister, but you hid something so big from me. If you don't try to comfort me, we'll just end our friendship."

Qin Wushuang rolled his eyes at her and said unhappily, "That's enough. It's already this late and you're still acting like a drama queen. What's wrong with your leg? Why does it have to be amputated?"

"Lift the quilt and let me see."

"No, don't look!"

Leng Yanran stretched out her hand to stop him, her expression somewhat fragile, and her voice suddenly softened: "Stinky, my legs are rotten, please don't look at me, please give me some face."

Su Chen looked down. The gray mist was clearly a curse. A normal leg couldn't have traces of a curse. Could it be...

"Sister, please believe me. I should be able to cure your leg."

As soon as these words came out, the two people in the ward looked at him in unison, their eyes somewhat surprised: "You, how can you heal legs?"