Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Wenwen glanced at the screen and saw Master Su shaking his head slightly.

I subconsciously made an excuse: "Ayong, I'm sorry, I have to work overtime and can't go back for the time being. Let's meet again another day."

The man on the screen froze in his smile as he looked at the arrangement behind his girlfriend on the screen. The doll he had given her before was placed there, and he must be somewhere else if not at home.

The office would not be arranged like this. Why did she say that? Did she know about that matter? No, no, how could she know if the police didn't know.

Ah Yong smiled gently and coaxed softly: "Be good, open the door for me, please. I know you are joking with me. This is not the layout of your home, but it is not the layout of your office."

Wenwen turned her head and saw a familiar ornament on the shelf behind her. It was bought for her by Ayong with the money he earned from working. She always cherished it and took it with her wherever she went.

If I had known I shouldn't have started the video call, he would have definitely seen it.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking? I did something wrong. I shouldn't have ignored your call last week. Open the door and let me in. I'll explain it to you."

Wenwen swallowed and shook her head: "No, don't come in. I'm not feeling well today and need to rest early. You should go back quickly."

After saying that, he hung up the video call and took out his cell phone, hesitating whether to call 110.

Wenwen was startled by the sound of kicking the door.

Su Chen reminded: [He has gone a little crazy. Calling the police is the best way to deal with it. If you don't, you will face the dangers you may encounter.]

It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with kind words. If she really doesn't have her head in the clouds, she won't listen even if you tell her. So just let her be.

When Wenwen saw him hang up the phone, she stood up and walked to the door, looking at the person outside through the peephole. She started kicking the door with a ferocious expression, and her scarlet eyes showed that she wanted to kill someone.

I was so scared that I immediately took out my cell phone and dialed 110. After I finished speaking with trembling voice, I looked into the cat's eyes and saw bloodshot eyes. The cold malice in the eyes was frightening.

A Yong's frantic door-kicking behavior quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of his neighbor, who opened the door and yelled, "What are you doing? Kicking the door is very noisy, don't you know?"

When the neighbor waited for him to turn around, he saw that his eyes were subconsciously a little scared, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word, and he suddenly locked the door.

Not long after, the police arrived and took the man away. Wenwen opened the door and met Ayong's gaze as he turned back. A vicious voice came out: "Wenwen, don't even think about escaping. Don't even think about it!"

Wenwen: “…”

The neighbor opened the door and peeked in, wondering, "Is that your boyfriend? He's like a lunatic. Why are you with someone like that?"

Seeing her turn and go into the room, the neighbor didn't know what to say.

After Wenwen returned, she started packing her luggage and moved directly to the company dormitory that day. She didn't dare to live there anymore, and she also had to keep an eye on Ayong's whereabouts, in case he ran away.

*

Su Chen looked at the time, drew the last fan, looked at the level of the avatar and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this fan was also a host.

After the connection was established, the person on the other end was a bald emotional blogger who specialized in sharing his dating experiences over the years, the weird girls he had met, and how to preserve his property.

Xie Xiaoguang's face appeared on the screen, and everyone was a little surprised. They didn't understand why a blogger with millions of fans and a luxury car and villa at home would come to the metaphysics live broadcast room.

One is an emotional blogger and the other is a metaphysics blogger.

How could these two people who have nothing in common get together? I'm afraid there will be trouble.

Xie Xiaoguang looked a bit arrogant: "I heard from fans that you've been very popular recently and your fortune telling is very accurate. How about you help me with my fortune?"

[Sure, your face reading is enough. Birth chart is not necessary. Let me explain.]

Su Chen smiled calmly, his lips curled slightly. "Your real name is Xie Xiaowen. You grew up in the mountains. Your parents died in a car accident when you were five years old. The driver has never been found."

Growing up, you learned from many different people, and reading people's expressions became your instinct. After completing nine years of compulsory education at the age of sixteen, you went out to work, moving bricks on a construction site for five years.

When you were 22, your boyfriend cheated you out of all your savings. Ever since then, you've hated women. You've read books and learned from them, and then written a lot of articles about women...

Xie Xiaoguang scoffed: "Haha, I've said this before in the live broadcast room. If this is all you have, you're not worthy of being the number one in the metaphysics field."

Su Chen said slowly: [I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you so anxious?]

[From the age of 23 to 27, you dated different types of women, gained a lot of experience in this area, and started to open an online account as a blogger.]

[At first, it was about teaching netizens how to identify bad women. Later, it was about summarizing the characteristics of different types of women, creating targeted plans, and teaching others to pua these women in exchange for money, right?]

Xie Xiaoguang's expression changed slightly, and he said stubbornly, "You're talking nonsense. I'm a sentimental blogger with a strong moral bottom line. I'm not some scumbag who would do anything just for money."

Su Chen despises this kind of people the most. Not only do they get things for free, but they also take photos of people and threaten them to exploit women. They harm girls from good families for the sake of a few scumbags.

It kills all girls with one blow, and teaches those who are in love to use tricks and calculations instead of sincerity, and finally cheat them of their money and sex and call it the other party's stupidity.

Barrages of comments began to appear one after another.

Xie Xiaoguang looked at the people pouring into his live broadcast room, a triumphant smile on his face. Yes, he is not short of money now, but he lacks more popularity.