Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

When Fu Yian heard the noise on the phone, he lowered his eyes to hide the disgust in his eyes. That person was his biological mother, and he was afraid that she had found another man to fool around.

If he wasn't afraid that the Fu family would keep an eye on her, he might as well get rid of her directly. Now the biggest crisis still lies with Fu Yuan. As long as Fu Yuan is gone, no one in the Fu family would suspect him.

How many years can that damn old woman live? Even if she wants to deal with him, as long as there is no successor to the Fu family, she can only turn a blind eye.

"Enough flirting, I don't have time for your private life, but please don't cause me any trouble. Move right now, sell this house and buy another one."

[Don't contact anyone you used to know. Leave now. Don't let anyone know that there's something wrong with you.]

Chen Lan looked at Wang Liu's fist, staring intently at him, and quickly said, "Okay, okay, I understand. Don't worry, son, I will do as you say."

[Well, that's it. I'll take care of the rest.]

【Just wait a little longer, I’ll be able to return home soon. 】

【Okay, I know. 】

After hearing the beeping sound from the other end, Chen Lan slowly put down her phone, and was met with a fist from Wang Liu. She screamed in pain and begged for mercy.

"Wait, don't hit me. I don't know what's going on. The Fu family is really haunting me. Why would they suddenly become suspicious of this?"

Wang Liu's face was grim. "I don't care why you're asking me to meet my son, you stupid woman. You're causing trouble for my son behind his back, you deserve to die."

After a round of punches and kicks, Wang Liu felt relieved. He was so tired and out of breath that he kicked the person on the ground.

"Hey, my son wants to move. Let's find an agent to buy a house right now. We'll put this house up for sale right away. We want to live in the capital with him in the future."

"This is a shabby place. Whoever wants to come here in the future, I won't come here again, stinky woman, do you hear me?"

Chen Lan grimaced in pain: "Okay, I get it."

*

Fu Yian, who was far away abroad, unconsciously turned his phone, a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes. The puppet doll laughed twice and said, "Master, do you need me to help you get rid of that person?"

"I'll think about how to do it more secretly. If I hire a killer, it will leave traces. Besides, few people will take orders from the Fu family."

The person being killed is the heir of the Fu family. This approach is not feasible.

A doll in a kimono slowly flew over and giggled, "Master, I can trick others into doing things. Even if we investigate, we won't find anything."

"Your brother had to take a car when he went out, and if he tampered with the car, it would be normal for the brakes to not work properly and cause an accident."

"Well, if the brakes don't work properly on the highway, there's a high probability that someone will die in a car accident. Even if someone survives, they'll be left with a disability or disfigurement, and no one will compete with the master for the Fu family."

Fu Yian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it with a smile on his lips.

"You're getting smarter. This idea is indeed good, but how are you going to do these things after traveling across the ocean?"

"Hehe, Master, just send my clone over. I can control the clone to let the driver do things, and then destroy the clone after something goes wrong. Who would know it was us who did it?"

"Okay, I'll send your clone to the driver."

After the master and servant had discussed it, their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

A few days later, driver Xiao Wang received a box from the security guard. When he opened it, he saw a kimono puppet inside. He frowned and muttered, "Who is playing a prank on me by sending me such a disgusting thing?"

After confirming again and again that it was his name on it, Xiao Wang didn't hesitate, reached out to pick up the puppet, and was about to throw it into the trash can.

A faint voice sounded beside my ears: "Look down."

Xiao Wang looked down and saw that the eyes of the puppet in his hand seemed to move. Then his mind went blank and his body became a little stiff, just like a puppet controlled by strings.

He turned and walked towards the garage, crawled under the car and did something, then came out with a blank look in his eyes and walked back.

The next morning, Fu Yuan walked out of the villa, got into the car, and lowered his head to type on the computer. He looked serious and earnest, and his whole body exuded the pressure of a superior.

"Alright, hurry up and do what you have on hand. I don't want anything to go wrong with the Chengfeng Pharmaceutical project. Got it? I'll be at the company later..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiao Wang interrupted him.

Xiao Wang's voice was trembling and his eyes were filled with fear. He stepped on the brakes hard but there was no response. He was shaking with fear and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Mr. Fu, something happened."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Brakes! I don't know why the brakes aren't working. We're on the highway now. What should we do? I can't stop at all."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuan sat up straight, opened the navigation on his phone, and said in a deep voice, "Keep driving, and try to slow down. There will be a gate in another hour."

"Go down the gate. There's a large open space over there. You can drive as much as you want on it until the fuel runs out and it automatically stops. Don't panic."

Xiao Wang said nervously, "Yes, I understand, Mr. Fu."

They were in a morning meeting, so naturally these words were heard by the shareholders, and their expressions became a little more complicated. If the brakes malfunctioned on the highway, it would be very easy to cause a serious car accident.

If you get into a car accident, you will either die or be disabled.

The computer started chirping, and Fu Yuan said coldly, "You guys keep getting ready. I'm going to take care of something here first. So, keep your mouths shut about this."

After hanging up the meeting, Fu Yuan called Su Chen. It was too late to call the police now.

He could only pin his hopes on Su Chen's talisman paper. Perhaps there was some way to survive first and then investigate the matter. If he died, nothing would be of any use.