Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The assistant received the message and caught up, nodded and entered the elevator, immediately separating the two of them and whispered, "Sorry, Mr. Qin, I'm a minute late."

Qin Wushuang glanced at the people around him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a good mood: "It's okay, come with me to eat later."

"...Yes, President Qin."

The tall assistant stood beside Qin Wushuang, like a wall, blocking the view of others.

After the elevator went down one floor, several bodyguards came in and the space suddenly became much more crowded. Fu Yian was forced to squeeze into the corner. He raised his head and looked at the wall of people blocking his way, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

The elevator quickly reached the 66th floor. I found a seat in the corner of the lobby, sat down and ate slowly.

The bodyguards looked around vigilantly, the scene was quite big.

After finishing his grand breakfast, Qin Wushuang glanced at the people following him, said nothing and went straight back to his room, leaving his bodyguards to guard the door.

"I need to rest. Except for the person who delivered the dress, no one else should disturb me, and don't tell me."

"Yes, boss."

*

It's getting dark

There were rows of luxury cars parked outside the Rose Castle. People in gorgeous dresses kept getting out of the cars and walking into the castle. They could see the gorgeous red roses blooming below the castle at a glance.

The black Maybach stopped. Qin Wushuang was wearing a white strapless dress inlaid with diamonds. Her hair was tied up high with a hairpin inserted in it. She looked otherworldly.

People can only watch from a distance and dare not get close, for fear of destroying this beauty.

Alan sat in the car with a stern face, listening to the commotion outside. He turned his head and saw a white figure, as beautiful as an elf.

The butler was still chattering: "Master, please remember this, don't be so careless..."

He opened the car door, got out, and walked straight towards the white color.

He bowed and saluted like a gentleman, looking at her eagerly: "Dear lady, I wonder if I would be honored to be your male companion. I am a very good dancer."

Qin Wushuang took a look and found that it was the noisy man in the meeting room during the day. He pursed his lips and directly refused: "No need, Xiaolin, we can go in."

Assistant Lin quickly reached out to take the bag and followed him in.

Alan, who was standing behind him, felt his heart break when he saw this. His muse had just experienced what love at first sight was, and now she was about to suffer a broken heart.

The housekeeper came up and put his coat on him, saying with concern: "Master, be careful. It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

"...Hey, housekeeper, you said I'm handsome, so why doesn't she even look at me? They say Oriental women are reserved, but this is a bit too reserved."

"Master, you need to hear the truth."

Allen looked at him with clear eyes and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? What truth do you want to tell?"

The housekeeper said helplessly: "It is obvious that the other party is married. The wedding rings on the ring fingers are a pair. Eastern women attach great importance to chastity, no matter what the other party's status is."

"Once you have your sweetheart and are married, you won't see anyone else in your eyes. If you continue to pester them, you'll be punished."

"Alright, Master, we should go in."

Qin Wushuang entered the castle and saw the gorgeous red roses at first sight, so he looked at them for a few more seconds.

Assistant Lin said softly, "Boss Qin, the roses in this manor are blooming beautifully. They're big and red, much bigger than those outside. I wonder what kind of fertilizer they use."

"……fertilizer?"

He withdrew his gaze and walked into the castle, which was full of luxury. He sat in a corner with a glass of wine in his hand, glancing at the guests coming and going.

Not long after, a silver-haired old man came out with a cane, accompanied by two young men. Both had blond hair, one with blue eyes and the other with amber eyes, very beautiful.

Johns's face was a little pale, his eyes were a little red, and he coughed lightly. The conversation in the banquet hall stopped, and everyone looked over.

The young man glanced at the old man beside him, his expression somewhat arrogant. "Hello everyone, my name is Boren. Grandpa has recently caught a cold, so I will be the host of the banquet..."