Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

She will die suddenly sooner or later. There are too many weirdos. It’s more comfortable to be a nanny. The employers’ families are all normal people.

An hour passed before the noise on the other side of the wall gradually died down.

The curly-haired girl leaned tiredly in the man's arms, and her sweet voice rang out: "Brother Tiger, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about the girl next door? Why can't any of them satisfy you?"

Brother Hu laughed heartily and kissed her hard on the cheek: "How could that be? I was just wondering what's wrong with the girl next door. Why would she rent a house when she doesn't see anyone on weekdays?"

"Yeah, it's strange, but I heard from others that she seems to be working as a nanny and living in her employer's house, so naturally she doesn't come home very often on weekdays."

"Huh? Being a babysitter at such a young age, young people these days are really weird."

"Yeah, she's so pretty, if she could just find a man to support her, she wouldn't have to work as a nanny and wait on others. If you ask me, there might be something wrong with her."

When Brother Hu heard this, his eyes flickered, his mind moved slightly, and a feeling of fatigue came over him. He hugged the woman, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Sleep, you're tired. I'll feed you properly once you've rested."

"Oh, you're annoying."

The two of them closed their eyes and went to sleep, completely unaware that a ball of black gas was constantly emerging from the ceiling above their heads, twisting and struggling as if trying to get something out of it.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and the two felt a little cold. They hugged each other even tighter, muttering, "It's so cold, really."

A ball of black mist floated above the two of them. It stared at them for an unknown amount of time before it passed through the wall and looked to the other side.

Tong Yao shuddered violently and looked around in confusion: "Huh? It's strange that I feel a little cold."

Without thinking about anything else, I quickly packed the lobsters and put them aside, while I was busy with other flavors. It was already eleven o'clock when I finished everything.

I looked down at the watch on my wrist. Well, it’s almost time. I’ll send it over and eat it together to celebrate the capture of the bad guy.

Tong Yao picked up the packing box, locked the door, and left quickly with her bag on her back. The black mist behind her wanted to follow, but it couldn't move as soon as it reached the yard and could only circle around the yard.

After taking a taxi to the building, assistant Sun Tianyu came down to pick her up. He looked at the things she was holding with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

If he was not mistaken, that should be crayfish. The nanny brought crayfish, it couldn't be for Mr. Fu to eat, right? He couldn't bear to imagine the scene of Mr. Fu eating crayfish.

He asked tentatively, "Miss Tong, are you sending this lobster to Mr. Fu?"

Tong Yao nodded: "Yes, we agreed that if the murderer of the dry well case is caught, we should celebrate together. What better way to celebrate than eating crayfish?"

"You want to eat together? I made several flavors."

Special Assistant Sun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation. He really wanted to see his boss eating crayfish. That was a scene that no one had ever seen before, and just thinking about it made him excited.

The boss is a bit of a germaphobe, how could he possibly eat crayfish? Watching a show is much more fun than eating crayfish.

"Okay, okay, then tell Mr. Fu that I want to eat with you, otherwise Mr. Fu will definitely not be happy with me eating with him."

Tong Yao blinked, not understanding why he said that. If they wanted to eat, they could eat together. Why did he have to ask so many whys? Mr. Fu was such a nice person to talk to.

The two came to the office door and Special Assistant Sun knocked on it.

A cold and magnetic voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Sun Te helped open the door and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu, Miss Tong Yao is here. She said she brought you some crayfish. Do you want to go to the living room to eat?"

Fu Yuan's eyes were blank for a moment, but soon his memory came back to him and he hummed, "Let's go to the living room."

The three of them entered the reception room, where there was a long table, which was obviously used for meetings.

Fu Yuan looked at the person who was standing there and asked casually, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"……fine."

"Why don't you leave if you're fine? Have you finished your work?"