Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Knowing that my body is under too much strain, I still need to rest before making plans for the next step.

Fu Yuan opened the drawer and took out a bottle of sleeping pills. He went back to the lounge to take a shower, took two or three pills, and then lay on the bed to sleep.

But he still couldn't feel sleepy no matter how much he tossed and turned. He took out his cell phone and hesitated for a long time before sending a message to Su Chen.

[Master Su, are you free now? ]

[I'm free, Mr. Fu, what's up?]

I have a headache and would like to ask Master Su if he has anything that can help me sleep. The price is negotiable, as long as it helps me fall asleep.

It's very serious.

Fu Yuan pressed his throbbing temples and slowly let out a breath.

It's very serious. Taking two or three sleeping pills doesn't help. My resistance to the drugs is getting worse. If I can't find another way to fall asleep, I'm afraid I'll die suddenly.

There was a two-minute pause, and then a reply came.

If it's convenient, I can come to your office to take your pulse and see how you're doing. Insomnia can be serious or minor, and it's hard to prescribe medication without a clear understanding.

Fu Yuan's eyes lit up and he started typing quickly.

[Okay, where are you? I'll ask my assistant to pick you up.]

【School.】

[I'll be there in an hour. Thanks for your help, Su Chen.]

【It's okay, it's just a piece of cake. 】

Fu Yuan sat up and called his assistant, asking him to pick someone up at the south gate of Peking University and Tsinghua University. He scratched his hair, not knowing whether to sleep or not.

The sleeping pills soon started to take effect, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. He set an alarm to wake up at the appointed time, but he was too tired to take a nap first.

On the other side, after receiving the call, the assistant hurriedly drove to pick someone up and go to the Fu Building.

Su Chen sat in the back seat with his eyes closed.

The two of them didn't exchange much conversation throughout the entire process. When they arrived at the bottom of the building, the assistant politely said, "Mr. Su, please come in. The president is waiting for you in the office."

"Okay, thank you."

Assistant: ...This person looks like the boss and has a similar temperament. What is their relationship? Is he a distant relative?

As the two walked into the office building, everyone looked over curiously, whispering, "Is that the second young master? He looks like the boss."

"Yeah, they're practically cut from the same cloth, but their temperaments are vastly different. This one looks very sunny, but Boss... forget it, he's like a thousand-year-old frozen ice."

"Oh, yes, if the Second Young Master looked like this, I don't know how many girls would throw themselves at him. He's such a sunny little puppy, so handsome."

"That's impossible. The Second Young Master is studying abroad. How could he be here? It must be a coincidence. Maybe they just look a bit alike. Don't talk nonsense."

"If the boss finds out, he'll get mad and you'll lose your jobs. If the Fu family doesn't want employees, which company in the capital would dare to hire them?"

"A word of advice: mind your mouth and avoid getting into trouble."

Several people looked at each other and kept silent. They really didn't have the courage to anger the boss, even if the boss was often in a human-machine state.

The treatment of the Fu family is ranked among the best in the imperial capital. Anyone who can come in is a top talent, and gossiping is not tolerated.

The assistant took the man directly to the president's private elevator, walked him all the way to the office door, knocked on it and said, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Su is here."

There was no sound from inside. The assistant was a little at a loss for a moment. The president was so anxious when he called before, it was impossible that he was not in the office, so why was there no sound?

Turning to look at the secretary: "Secretary Liu, the president is out."

"No, the president has been in the office dealing with things and hasn't been out. Why don't you give him a call? Maybe he fell asleep because he was too tired from work."

Su Chen frowned slightly. He said he had taken sleeping pills before coming here. Could it be...

"Wait, look at this message."

The assistant took a look and his eyes stopped on the three words "sleeping pills". His face changed. Two or three sleeping pills are too much and can be fatal.

The president was so busy that he didn't even eat. Could something have happened? Thinking of this, I became anxious and wanted to push the door open to take a look without caring about anything else. However, it was locked.