Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Mu Tang's heart sank when she heard this. Looking at the guilty-looking person, she felt powerless. It was Xiao Mei who suggested that she become a female anchor, but now she was avoiding her like the plague. It was really...

People are so realistic!

He said sullenly, "Okay, I understand. I won't bother you anymore."

After class, Li Mei wanted to use her meal card to pay for something, but Mu Tang sneered and refused: "You've already spent over 2,000 yuan on my card, right? I'm not that rich. You should just use your own card from now on."

She is not as pretty as Wang Sisi and Li Youran, so naturally she has the least amount of tips for her. More than a thousand yuan a month is just enough for her daily expenses.

Ever since her family found out that she could earn money in college, her living expenses were immediately cut off. She had no choice but to work part-time, hoping to save more money so that she could cope with emergencies after graduation and work.

She didn't expect that something like this would happen now. She couldn't tell her family about it, and even if she did, no one would care. They would only mock her for being so coquettish. It was pointless, so she had to just endure it by herself.

He reached out and touched the talisman paper in his pocket, and felt much more at ease.

The police also came to take her statement. After they left, Mutang returned to the classroom. The previous discussions stopped abruptly, and everyone kept a distance from her silently, fearing that they would be implicated.

After class, I thought of my part-time job, so I ran to the restaurant outside the school to work. The money was not much, only about five or six hundred yuan, but fortunately I only had to work two hours a day.

I was so busy that it was dark before I knew it.

Mutang felt inexplicably uneasy as he looked outside, and kept comforting himself in his heart that the school was just across the street, and he would be fine as long as he walked along the main road where there were many people.

The boss called out, "Tangtang, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and take the dishes in and wash them. Then you can go back to school."

"...Okay, I understand, boss."

After cleaning up half an hour later, the boss packed up a bowl of fried noodles and handed it to him: "Take the extra today and eat it back home. Thank you for working an extra 40 minutes today. Come back tomorrow."

Mutang said gratefully: "Thank you, boss. I will go back now."

A man was walking on the road, looking around vigilantly. Groups of three or four were walking on the road, and from time to time there were a few flirting sounds.

"Hoohoo, I'm so tired."

Ding Dong is a mobile phone message reminder.

Mutang opened the message and frowned slightly. "Huh?" Wang Lan asked me to bring fried noodles. She's always so distant, so why would she send me this?

I looked down at the fried noodles in my hand and felt embarrassed to give it to her. So I decided to go to the cafeteria and buy one. However, the cafeteria required me to pass through a small path, which was a bit scary.

After thinking about it, he decided to make a phone call, but no one answered the phone. Mutang looked down at the time and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. If he didn't go, the cafeteria would be closed.

Mutang took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and trotted towards the cafeteria, completely unaware that in the woods, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were staring at her back with malice.

Canteen fried noodles window

Auntie was slowly making fried noodles. Mutang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his back. He urged her, "Auntie, can you be faster? I'm in a hurry."

The fried noodles auntie didn't care: "Hey, little girl, why are you in such a hurry? I'm making it right now. If the fried noodles aren't cooked well, they won't taste good. Don't be in a hurry."

"I, I...I really have something to do. Thank you, Auntie, for your help. Please hurry up. Thank you."

"Okay, I understand."

Five minutes later, Mutang ran out of the cafeteria with fried noodles in his hand. He looked as if a ghost was chasing him as he looked at the hundred-meter-long path in front of him.

Subconsciously, my legs felt weak and my steps slowed down. I looked at the woods on both sides with vigilance, feeling that something would come out.

Muttering: "No, there is nothing. Don't scare yourself. Just go back quickly."

Mu Tang was about to walk out when a force suddenly came from behind and grabbed her clothes, throwing her to the side and hitting the ground heavily. Everything went black in front of her eyes.