Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"There are more categories, and they are designed according to each person's situation. Some people have a larger volume, so they need wings to prevent side leakage."

"As for styles, there are traditional ones and some imported ones. It all depends on your girlfriend's preference. I recommend the sanitary noodles, which are very easy to use."

Fu Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Tong Yao rubbed her face, feeling extremely embarrassed. She quickly found a few of the ones she often used, quickly picked up a large package of combination products and threw them into the basket. She shouted, "Let's go over there and take a look."

"Well, why don't you choose carefully? That person said these styles are very important for girls. If you don't choose well, it might be inconvenient."

"...It's convenient, President, it's really convenient for me."

Who said the young master was cold, arrogant and aloof? Why did he talk so much? She really couldn't take it anymore. She had to go back, quickly.

The two of them were very fast at shopping, finishing in less than an hour. When it was time to pay, Fu Yuan took out his card and scanned it, whispering, "Let's check out together."

When the mall staff heard the sound, they looked up and were stunned, as if they had lost their souls.

Tong Yao waved her hands in front of her and called out, "Beautiful lady, please scan the QR code. We need to leave in a hurry."

"Okay, I'll sweep it right away."

After paying, Tong Yao took the receipt, deducted the other party's purchases, and spent 235 yuan on her own purchases. She carried the items and put them in the trunk, and then transferred 250 yuan to the other party via WeChat.

It makes it an even number, well, that’s great.

The car started slowly, and Tong Yao said softly, "Boss, thank you for paying for me. I've transferred my share to you via WeChat. Please accept it."

Fu Yuan took out his phone and looked at the transfer number 250: "...No, you don't need to pay back this little money."

"That won't do. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly. Besides, I'm just a nanny. I can't take advantage of my employer. That's the professional code of our industry."

"Please accept it. Thank you."

Tong Yao's tone was full of persistence. Fu Yuan didn't say anything else. After taking the money, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The car suddenly became quiet. Tong Yao slowed down her driving for fear of disturbing the person's sleep, but when they reached a fork in the road, something still went wrong.

A car pulling a plaster human model crashed directly into them. The model fell off the car and shattered into pieces in an instant.

With a loud bang, the two men fell forward uncontrollably due to inertia. Fortunately, the car was moving very slowly, so they were not injured.

The two of them opened the car door and got out. Tong Yao looked at the dent in the front of the car and became furious. She walked towards the train driver and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"We're on the main road. Can't you drive more steadily? Why are you crashing straight into us?"

The dark-skinned man said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to my car, the brakes suddenly stopped responding, there's really nothing I can do."

"Can I compensate you for this car?"

Tong Yao didn't want to make things difficult for others, but she had only been driving for two days and had already messed up the car like this. If Grandma Fu knew about this, would she think she was incapable of doing the job?

"I'll check the insurance and see how much it will cost in the end."

The truck driver nodded, turned around and prepared to move the plaster model up, his eyes full of worry. What if these things were broken? He didn't know if they could be repaired.

I put the things on one by one. Two cars were blocking the intersection and cars behind me kept honking their horns to urge me to move forward.

Seeing this, Tong Yao also stepped forward to help, hoping to clear the intersection as soon as possible so that she could drive away earlier.

Holding the plaster man's leg in his hand, the coldness made him shiver. He looked down and saw dark red liquid oozing out of the broken part.

"Hmm? What is this?"

As the temperature rose, the red liquid continued to drip. The dripping sound seemed to echo in the ears, accompanied by the smell of blood.

Tong Yao stood there in a daze, watching the red liquid dripping from the plaster, until a scream broke the silence.

I subconsciously looked over and saw a passerby pointing at the ground with a look of horror: "Human, human head!!"

Inside the broken plaster, what was exposed was not half a human face, but something like that. His wide-open eyes were filled with fear and pain, and it was obvious that he had experienced extraordinary torture before his death.

A murder occurred at the intersection and the police arrived quickly. They moved the plaster models aside to avoid affecting traffic and began to interrogate the truck driver about what happened.

The truck driver looked confused. He didn't know anything either. He just received an order to deliver the plaster model. Who knew he would encounter a car accident?

It would have been fine if it was just a car accident, but it was also a murder.

Tong Yao watched from the side, answering whatever the police asked, taking notes and leaving contact information, and the two drove back to the old house.

The old housekeeper came over and was a little surprised when he saw the dented front of the car: "What's going on? Was there a car accident?"

"Well, Uncle Wu, when we were coming back, we were accidentally hit by a three-wheeled truck. The front of the car has some dents. Who should I give it to to repair it?"

"Is that so? I'll have someone come over and take care of it. You can take the young master to find the old lady."

"Okay, I know."

Tong Yao brought the person to the backyard, looked at the old lady and said softly, "Grandma Fu, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

Mrs. Fu smiled, her expression very kind: "You can make dinner as you like. As long as it's easy to digest, it's fine. People have poor appetites as they get older."

"How about making some porridge? Century egg and lean meat porridge or crab roe porridge?"