Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Well, it must be because the faces are so similar. How can it not be familiar to look at my own face?

"Honey, let me peel some melon seeds for you. Try this green tea flavored one. It's very refreshing and has a tea aroma."

Qin Wushuang hummed and looked away from Fu Yuan.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yuan suddenly asked, "What's your name? How old are you? Have we met before?"

"Hmm? Mr. Fu asked me this. My name is Su Chen, I'm 23 years old, and we haven't met before today. This is my first time meeting Mr. Fu."

"You're 23, the same age as my brother. So when is your birthday?"

Su Chen thought about the original owner and shook his head: "I don't know. I am an orphan who was picked up by the director's mother. My birthday is the day she picked me up. I don't know my real birthday."

Fu Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he murmured, "Orphan? How could he be an orphan?"

"I don't know about that. It doesn't matter if I'm an orphan. The children in the orphanage are very nice. The director treats me like one of her own children."

"The children in the orphanage are all my brothers and sisters. I have so many family members, so what does it matter if I'm an orphan or not?"

"Yeah, too."

Su Chen peeled the melon seeds slowly and methodically.

Fu Yuan originally wanted his hair, but then he thought it was not right. The assistant had said that doing a paternity test was very impolite and even made people angry.

He didn't know what anger meant, but it was a bad emotion after all. He didn't want Su Chen to be angry, so he decided to let someone investigate first.

He was curious about him and wanted to know his past.

Well, as friends, this was the first time he wanted to have a friend. He had the same face as his brother, but why was there such a big difference between the two of them? He was only friendly to this person.

Fu Yuan felt a stomach cramp and his face turned pale. He subconsciously covered his stomach and frowned slightly to endure it.

Uncle Fu glanced sideways and saw that cold sweat was pouring down his forehead and he looked very bad. He quickly said, "Mr. Fu, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, it's just a stomachache. It's okay. I'll be fine after taking the painkillers. Don't worry about me."

Su Chen sat up straight and asked softly, "Mr. Fu, your condition looks serious. Give me your hand so I can feel your pulse and see if it's serious. You can't take painkillers all the time. It's not good for your health."

"You said you have stomach pain. Taking painkillers will only hurt your stomach more. Over time, it can easily cause gastric perforation. Let me help you see if you can use medicinal food to regulate your stomach."

"...Okay, thank you for your help then."

Fu Yuan's vision went dark and he stretched out his arm.

Su Chen frowned after taking the patient's pulse. The patient's health was too bad. Stomach problems, hypoglycemia, and weak pulse were all caused by not eating on time and staying up late.

Fu Yuan said weakly, "Is it not good? I'll go check it out when I have time. I'm too busy on weekdays. Thank you."

Su Chen looked at him seriously and said, "Your health is very poor. If you continue to delay, you will easily have gastric bleeding and vomit blood. No matter how busy you are at work, you won't check the time."

"Are you busy today?"

I wanted to say I had to go back for the meeting, but now my stomach was hurting so much that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to attend the meeting. I shook my head and said, "I'm not busy today."

"Well, let's go to the hospital."

Su Chen looked at the person next to him and said softly, "Wife, Uncle Fu will take you back to rest. I will take Mr. Fu to the hospital. You see, his condition is a bit serious."

Qin Wushuang knew that he had a kind heart, but Fu Yuan was a hard person to understand. She was worried about him going alone. What if Fu Yuan was really a homosexual?

Without revealing any emotion, he said, "Uncle Fu, let's go to the Imperial Capital Hospital."

"Okay lady."

Fu Yuan glanced at Qin Wushuang and whispered, "Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome. Just give in a little during the next negotiation. You can't spend it anyway. The Fu family has grown so big that you don't even have time to spend it. It's really... a pity."

"You're right. All I've done since I was a kid is work, make money, and collaborate. I've never been able to relax, and I don't even know what to do for fun. I'm just like a machine."