Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After the police gave the instructions, they went directly to the hospital to check the surveillance footage.

Gu Huai looked at the glaring girl helplessly: "...Hey, just keep looking. I'm just a little curious, how on earth did you do it? You cracked my ribs with just a slight push."

"You know if the lung tube is disconnected, I'll be dead, right? Can you please control your strength a little to avoid accidentally injuring or killing anyone?"

Mu Tang looked into his eyes, feeling inexplicably insecure. "I, I didn't intend to kill you. I just...didn't control my strength well. I'm sorry."

Even if this person was being a hooligan but failed, if she really hit him too hard and someone died, then she would become a murderer, and that was not the result she wanted.

Seeing that she had apologized, Gu Huai didn't know what to say.

His eyes fell on her torn collar, and he subconsciously looked away: "You, why are you walking on that path so late at night? Don't you know there are fewer people there at eight o'clock in the evening?"

"My roommate asked me to bring fried noodles, and I couldn't refuse so I went. I didn't expect to run into a gangster like you."

Mu Tang got angry just thinking about it. He touched his rumbling stomach, got up, opened the box of fried noodles which was still a little warm, and started to eat slowly.

The aroma of fried noodles wafted through the ward. The person lying on the bed was feeling a little hungry. He swallowed and called out, "Mutang, could you please order me some porridge?"

"No, you rascal, just starve."

"...No, I said I'm not. I'm a patient after all. You're letting me watch you eat while starving. I can't move now. Can you please order some takeout porridge for me?"

Mu Tang said reluctantly, "Since you're pitiful, I'll help you order. Which porridge do you want?"

"It's from Jingfangzhai. They also serve porridge in the evening. You can order two and I'll treat you to one."

"No, I don't want to eat the food of a gangster."

Gu Huai sighed, knowing that the hat was stuck on his head. If the murderer was not found one day, he was afraid that he would not be able to take it off.

"Okay, take my phone. The password is 5XXXX, and the WeChat password is 6XXXX. You can just order the food and transfer the money from my WeChat to you."

Mutang hummed and unlocked the phone quickly. Looking at the few people on the other person's WeChat, he asked in confusion, "Your WeChat connections are too few. Just the class group and a few people."

"Well, I'm not interested in making friends on a daily basis. I'm very busy with things at home and at the company and don't have time, so I only interact with my roommates a little bit."

"Okay, let me order some. What flavor do you want?"

"Crab roe porridge, Mutang, you really don't want to eat it? I'll treat you."

Gu Huai could only move his head and turn to look at the other person.

Mutang shook his head: "Thank you, no, I'll just have fried noodles."

"Okay then. I'll have crab roe porridge. And please order me a cup of mango sago pudding. Thank you. It'll be about 500 yuan. You can transfer it directly. Um, just add me on WeChat."

Two minutes later, the problem was solved. Mutang returned the phone to him and sat quietly beside him to eat fried noodles.

I talked about it in the dormitory group on my mobile phone.

[Wang Lan, I may not be able to bring back the fried noodles you asked me to bring you. I'm in the hospital now. Please order something for yourself.]

Ding Dong replied.

Wang Lan: […Huh? I didn’t ask you to order fried noodles. Did you remember it wrong? And I’ve already eaten, why should I ask you to order fried noodles?]

Mutang looked at the group chat in confusion, his eyes full of bewilderment.

[No, I received your message. I'll take a screenshot and show it to you now...]

After searching for the text messages, he found that the message had disappeared as if it had seen a ghost. Mutang became more and more anxious, muttering: "That's not right, I clearly received that message."

Seeing her pale face and mumbling, Gu Huai slowly moved his hands and whispered, "I studied information management. If you lose your text messages again, I can help you find them."

Mu Tang looked at him with her eyes shining. "Really? That's great. I really didn't lie. It was Wang Lan who sent me a message asking for fried noodles. I called her but no one answered, so I went straight to buy them."