My Mysterious Husband

The title ‘Mrs. Ye’ had become something that Xinyou desperately wanted, but it was got by Venus easily. How could Xinyou accept it?

“And don’t get cocky, do you think your life is better than me? Stop daydreaming, Kerry won’t even look at you and you don’t even have a chance to be liked!” Xinyou gritted her teeth in sarcasm.

Venus looked cold and said with indifference, “Be liked? Are you still living in the past when women completely relied on men? Xinyou, you’re just begging for Kerry’ s like. Why not live independently?”

“Don’t act like you’re noble. I think you can’t get him, so you can just say something to hide your jealousy.” Xinyou snorted coldly, her tone full of disdain.

“I don’t care to be liked by him!”

She was unwilling to argue with her and it happened to be lunchtime, so she decided to eat out today to save herself from being disturbed by others. Many people must be curious about what had just happened.

She really wasn’t in the mood to explain.

As Venus walked down the street, she came across Lanzhou Noodles and she stopped to walk inside.

The owner of the shop was a couple, both believers in Islam. When they saw Venus, they asked her what she wanted in a hospitable manner.

Venus ordered a beef noodles, and while she was waiting, she suddenly received a call from Kerry. She knew why he called her, so she hung up the phone decisively.

Hot noodles were then served on the table and Venus ate a few bites, suddenly feeling a little sad. Perhaps it was because of the hot noodles, or her situation at the moment.

tacitly cooperate. The wife was making soup, while the husband was skillfully stretching the noodles, with a small fan on top of his head, whirring and blowing.

the wife would help her husband to wipe his sweat with a towel, and the husband would help his wife try the soup.

illustrated what was

of her marriage. Though she lived in a quite extravagant life, she felt no

much better?

her head, stooping looking at them. She was eating her noodles in silence, but

the

“Is it Miss Mu?”

voice came,

know your

Hao Nangong’ s mother.”

Venus looked shocked, and then she remembered something, so she asked, “Hello, aunt, what can I do

my son. I want to see you. Are you free now?”

for a moment and said, “OK, where do you

about Jindu Doulao?”

noodles and said, “No problem.”

a taxi and directly gave the driver the address. In the meantime, she called Kerry back.

“What’s up?” Venus asked somewhat carelessly as she looked out the window.

judge now, with his index finger tapping on the table. His tone was low, “Where are you

office right now. I’ll have something to do later and I want to take half a day

“Where exactly are you now?”