Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Fu Yuan glanced at the sky. The old house was already located in a remote area. Even if someone ordered a quick delivery, no one would be willing to come. This place halfway up the mountain looked like it was haunted. Who would dare to come here at night?

He said calmly, "It's okay. I'll just give it a try. It shouldn't be a problem if I eat less. I'll transfer the money to you."

Tong Yao quickly waved her hands: "No, no need. This discounted item is about to expire and is very cheap. It's not worth the money. Young Master, take your time to eat it. Can you please not tell anyone that I gave it to you?"

"why?"

"I...I don't want to be misunderstood and lose my job."

He looked left and right as he spoke, looking rather funny, like a guilty thief.

Fu Yuan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and cleared his throat: "Okay, I understand. I won't tell anyone else that it was you who gave me the potato chips. You can go back and rest now."

Tong Yao was just waiting for these words. Upon hearing them, she turned around and ran away as if there was a ghost chasing her.

"...I'm a ghost? Am I that scary? Why are you running?"

He frowned slightly, closed the door, sat on the balcony and looked at the thing in his hand. He tore it open and ate a piece. It was so crispy that it made some noise in his mouth, but it tasted really good.

Fu Yuan stared at the night in a trance. Thinking of the previous DNA test report, he felt a little depressed. He didn't understand what went wrong. Could it be that his suspicion was wrong?

Then who is Yian's biological mother? Why is Chen Lan so nice to him? Can eyes be deceiving?

There was a constant crunching sound, and he ate three packets without realizing it. When he came to his senses, Fu Yuan looked at the packaging bag on the ground, then withdrew his hand and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While half asleep, Fu Yuan felt a dull pain in his stomach. He wanted to just endure it, but the pain became more and more intense, and his face turned pale.

I sat up and struggled to go to the bathroom.

After running back and forth several times, I felt a little dizzy and could not hold on any longer. I picked up my cell phone to make a call, said a few weak words and then fainted.

When the family doctor arrived, the person had already fainted and his face was pale and ugly. The old lady was wearing a shawl and her face was full of worry.

"Doctor Jin, how is my grandson?"

"It's okay, it's just acute gastroenteritis. It will be fine after the infusion. Mr. Fu already has a gastric ulcer that is difficult to treat. He must eat three meals a day on time, otherwise the condition will only get worse."

Mrs. Fu was a little frightened: "Can this be cured?"

Doctor Jin shook his head: "It can only be treated with care, not cured. This time, the gastroenteritis was caused by eating something you shouldn't have eaten. You must be extra careful about what you put in your mouth in the future, especially if you have stomach problems."

"Okay, I understand. Uncle Wu, please send him out."

Sitting on the bed and looking at her brittle grandson, the old lady sighed repeatedly: "What can I do? Such a big boy has such a brittle body, and his health is not as good as mine."

"Old Wu, tell me, how is Xiao Yuan going to get married and have kids in the future? I hope people won't dislike him. He's too fragile."

Fu Yuan: “…”

Slowly opening his eyes, he said in a weak voice, "Grandma, I can hear you. I'm not that fragile. This time it's just, um, my stomach is acting up."

He didn't know why, but subconsciously he didn't want to mention the potato chips Tong Yao gave him. Stomach problems are really troublesome. They can get worse at any time without him noticing.

Mrs. Fu rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "If you say it's okay, then it's okay. There's always work to do. Are you really going to exhaust yourself?"

"I'll let your parents come back to manage the company. You can take more time to take care of your health. When Yi'an comes back, let him share some of the work. I don't think he's satisfied."

"But he is your brother after all, so I should help you. You should take care of your health. If your health fails at such a young age, what's the point of making more money?"

Fu Yuan's face darkened, and he said stubbornly, "Grandma, it's not that I can't do it. It's just that my stomach isn't very good. I've been adjusting recently, and it will take some time to recover."

Old Mrs. Fu looked at him with suspicion. Why was she so unconvinced? This boy must be fooling her again.