Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

He flattered her, "Yes, Master, you've worked hard. Would it be convenient for you to leave your contact information? I'll transfer the money to you right away."

Su Chen nodded, took out the QR code, added WeChat and provided the payment information, and soon the Taoist priest reminded him.

【Congratulations on receiving one million. 】

The sound of gold coins rubbing against each other could be heard. Su Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at An Cai, his smile deepening. "Thank you, Boss An. If I said one hundred thousand, it means one hundred thousand."

"I will donate the extra money to the children in the mountainous areas. Don't worry about that. If everything is fine, we will leave first."

An Cai quickly said, "Master, wait a minute. It's getting late. Why don't you stay overnight and have dinner at my house tonight?"

Qi Sheng came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Su Chen, if you want to start a live broadcast, my uncle has plenty of computers here, it won't delay what you do."

"...Well, I'll tell my wife. If she's at home, I'll go back. If she's not, I can stay here for one night."

Lisuo made a phone call and nodded from time to time.

[Okay, honey, I won't go back then. Love you, bye.]

The brilliant smile almost blinded their eyes. There was no trace of the aloof and ethereal look from before. Wasn't this someone who was in love?

Qi Sheng's mouth twitched, and he looked at him with gossip on his face: "Su Chen, when did you get a wife? Why didn't you tell me? I haven't even seen her."

Wang Hao glanced at him, his face full of pride. He had seen Hehe, and his appearance, figure and temperament were amazing.

She nudged him with her elbow and lowered her voice, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much is not good for you. Hurry up and ask your uncle if you can change the house if you eat a big meal."

"Your cousin's vomit stinks so badly, I'm about to be suffocated."

Qi Sheng was interrupted by this and looked at his uncle and said, "Uncle, let's go to the villa next door to eat. The food here... is a bit hard to swallow."

An Cai certainly had no objection. He looked at Su Chen and said respectfully, "Master, please come this way. Let's go to the villa next door to eat."

"Come here, just make some white rice porridge for the young master. Don't let him go to the villa next door. He smells so bad that it affects his appetite. Young people should eat more light food."

"The housekeeper called the police and asked a lawyer to follow up. I want her to spend the rest of her life in prison. A random death penalty is too easy for her."

The butler lowered his head: "Yes, sir."

An Cai led his men out of the villa, expressing gratitude all the way, and completely unaware of the darkening faces of the three Taoist priests standing beside him.

An Zhicai knelt on the ground and vomited. Seeing that they had all left, he stretched out his hand to call for help, but the feeling of nausea came back and he vomited non-stop.

By the time it was over, he was so tortured that he collapsed to the side.

The housekeeper looked at him with disdain and asked the bodyguard to carry the man into the house and put him in the bathtub to wash. It took more than ten washes before the smell was barely removed.

An Cai brought his men to the villa next door and called out, "Come here, prepare the newly airlifted food and serve the distinguished guests well."

"Master Su, please take a seat. Just wait a moment. I'm not a lecherous person, but I'm greedy for money and food. Haha. I'm an expert at food. All the ingredients flown in by air are the freshest..."

After talking for a while, Su Chen didn't say anything.

A little embarrassed: "Master, then you guys sit and wait for a while, I'll go upstairs to take a shower. People who are too fat will sweat and produce oil easily."

Su Chen nodded, watching him slowly walk up the stairs, and lowered his voice: "Qi Sheng, you should persuade your uncle to lose weight. If he continues to gain weight, his underlying disease will flare up and he will be in danger."

Qi Sheng sighed and said helplessly, "I tried to persuade him, but my uncle has no resistance to money, food, and other things. I really can't do anything about it."

"Three hundred pounds is too fat. It would be strange if I could eat like this without any problems."

"Forget it, I'll go back and think of a solution. If that doesn't work, I'll let my mom come back to live with me. My uncle is afraid of my mom."

"You should listen to what she says."

Su Chen nodded and said nothing more.

Several people sat on the sofa, and Xuanfeng came over: "Friend Su, where is the address of your Tianxing Sect? If there is a chance next time, we can go and visit it."