Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"As for Mr. Allen, the perfume on you is too strong. I'm allergic to perfume and I hope you can understand."

Both men were hurt by her distant and indifferent attitude, with hurt flashing in their eyes. Fu Yian pursed his lips, turned around and found a place to sit, no longer looking at her.

Alan was thick-skinned and felt hurt when he heard this. He bent down and smelled it. It didn't smell bad. This was the most popular perfume of C company and was said to be women's favorite smell.

Why doesn't she like it? What's the smell on her body? Why is it so refreshing and pleasant? He likes it so much.

Before he could speak, a man wearing glasses walked in.

He said politely, "The Patriarch invites you. Please follow me."

Everyone stood up and followed. It was a larger conference room. A silver-haired old man sat at the top seat, looking at the people who came in with a kind face, emitting the pressure of a superior.

After everyone sat down one by one, they looked over. Qin Wushuang's eyes paused when they fell on the old man, and his nose twitched slightly.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but why did she smell... a rotten smell? Isn't that something only found on dead people? It couldn't be such a coincidence.

After some pleasantries, Johns clasped his hands and glanced at them.

"Everyone, could you please show me the contract? As for which company to cooperate with, I will discuss it with the board of directors and give you a reply within three days."

After the secretaries handed over the contracts, the old man said, "There will be a cocktail party tonight. If you are interested, please come to the castle to attend."

"Karl gave the invitation to the guests."

Qin Wushuang looked at the gold-embossed invitation letter and said nothing. He could still smell a faint stench of decay at the tip of his nose. A hint of thought flashed across his eyes, but he said nothing in the end.

After the polite words, the old man suddenly started coughing, and his face quickly turned pale, looking a little scary.

"Ahem, everyone, I've caught a cold. You'd better go back early. You're all welcome to the castle in the evening."

"Karen, help me back."

The young man supported the man and trembled subconsciously when he touched the cold hand. He quickly adjusted his mood and helped the man out.

This scene fell into Qin Wushuang's eyes. Her eyes flashed, and she slowly stood up and prepared to take people back to the hotel. She wanted to ask Su Chen about the doubts in her heart.

There's definitely something wrong with that Johns!

Fu Yian followed behind him and looked at the roadside, and said softly: "Wushuang, where do you live? Otherwise, take my car back. It's just a matter of convenience, you don't have to..."

Before he could finish his words, a bodyguard pulled up in a Maybach, rolled down the window and said respectfully, "Boss, are we going back to the hotel now?"

Qin Wushuang ignored the people around him, got into the car by mistake, and said in a cold voice: "Well, go back to the hotel directly. I'm tired and need to rest. Don't let anyone disturb me."

"Yes, boss."

Fu Yian felt a little frustrated. Thinking about the cocktail party tonight, he didn't want to miss the chance to spend more time with her, so he walked over, bent down slightly and asked softly, "Wushuang, are you going to the cocktail party tonight?"

Qin Wushuang tilted his head slightly, as if looking at a stranger he had just met, and said in a chilling voice, "What does it have to do with you? Whether I go or not is my business. Master Fu, don't worry about it."

"Go back to the hotel!"

"Yes, boss."

I stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Fu Yian looked at the back of the car going away, his expression changing. After a long sigh, he murmured, "Wushuang, I will let you know that I am the only one in this world who is worthy of you."

"That Su Chen is not worthy of you. You must be mine, and mine alone!"

He turned around and looked at his assistant, his face darkening. "Go, find out which hotel Wushuang is staying in, and arrange a room for me there, as close to her as possible."

If Wushuang wants to cooperate with the x chip company, she must stay in the United States for at least three days. Given her homebody nature, she will probably stay in a hotel most of the time.

He and she stayed in the same hotel, so they would definitely run into each other by chance.

The assistant looked at him hesitantly, wanting to say that Mr. Qin was already married, and the look of disgust he gave his young master was not fake, so why bother to go up to him and show his affection.