Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Li Fumei nodded and looked around. It was pitch black. She could vaguely see the shadow of the forest, but nothing else. She covered her nose and walked forward.

"It's okay, I'm just a little allergic to pollen. The smell of pollen is too bad."

The old woman's face froze, and she turned to look at the gorgeous roses, not understanding why they smelled so bad. These were her favorite flowers. What an ungrateful little girl.

His tone was a little colder: "Oh, then you won't be able to smell it when you get back to the room. These flowers were all planted by me. People who have been here before said it was beautiful."

"If it were daylight, it would be so beautiful to open it and take pictures."

Su Chen's eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on the gloomy look that flashed across her face. It's dawn, there will be dawn here.

The three of them walked into the hotel. The charming proprietress standing in front of the counter twisted her waist and came over, looking at the handsome Su Chen. Her eyes became more seductive as she blinked.

He stretched out his hand, and just as his long red nails were about to touch her, he was knocked away. He looked down and met the unhappy look of the little girl.

Li Fumei said with a stern face: "What are you doing? Don't touch my master. My master's wife will be unhappy."

The proprietress covered her mouth and giggled when she heard this: "Oh, you little girl are still thorny, you are really cute, sister likes little girls like you with thorns."

"Just be nice and don't touch your master. Come upstairs with me, choose a room and have some rest. What do you want for dinner?"

"White rice porridge, thank you, Madam."

Su Chen explained in a low voice: "I just got to the ancient town by car and I feel dizzy. I don't have much appetite. I just want to drink some white rice porridge. Please excuse me, Madam boss."

The proprietress looked at his face in fascination and said with a smile: "No trouble, I will make porridge for you myself later. Just add some vegetables."

"The vegetables in our hotel are all grown by me, they are so fresh and juicy."

"No, just rice porridge will be fine."

"Okay then, I'll take you upstairs."

The proprietress led the guests to the innermost room, opened the door, and said, "These rooms are occupied. You will see them when you have dinner tonight. These two rooms are yours."

"Let's have a room. My disciple will be scared when he goes out of the hospital for the first time. We need a double room."

"Oh, how come you're a master at such a young age? What's your profession? You're so kind to your apprentice."

Su Chen said frankly: "It's a wood carving. We are a wood carving craft. We find those big tree roots to carve and then put them in the store to look very beautiful."

The proprietress clapped her hands and smiled sweetly: "I see. I didn't expect you to have such good skills at such a young age. You are really amazing."

"Okay, you guys take a rest first. I'll go make you some porridge. I'll have someone call you when it's ready."

"it is good."

Watching the proprietress disappear, the master and disciple looked at each other, walked into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Not long after, there were thuds and bangs, as if something was hitting something in the room on the roof, and the dull sound was a bit harsh.

Li Fumei whispered, "Master, what's on this?"

Su Chen raised his head and took a look. The dong dong dong sound quickly disappeared. He shook his head and said softly, "I'll go up and check the situation in the evening. When did you become allergic to pollen, my disciple?"

"It's not that I'm allergic to everything, but I'm not allergic to strong floral scents. I feel very uncomfortable when I smell them."

"Master, don't you think the flowers are crying?"

"...Hmm, what does this mean?"

Li Fumei thought for a moment and said, "When I see those flowers, I feel very sad, as if the flowers are crying. The pollen fragrance is very strong and uncomfortable."

Su Chen opened the window and smelled carefully, but found nothing wrong. He thought that his disciple had a sensitive nose.

"I don't smell anything. Maybe you, my disciple, have a strong sense of plant life, so you can sense things that I can't. Okay, get some sleep. We'll go downstairs to eat later."