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.

the couple tacitly cooperate. The wife was making soup, while the husband was skillfully stretching the noodles, with

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

they perfectly illustrated

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

Whose life was much better?

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

the phone, “Hello?”

“Is it Miss Mu?”

dignified woman’s voice came, making her

know your

“I’m Hao Nangong’

something, so she asked, “Hello, aunt,

just said directly, “It’s about my son. I want to see you. Are

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

Jindu Doulao?”

at her half-eaten noodles

the money. She went out to take a taxi and directly gave the driver the address. In the

somewhat carelessly as she looked

Kerry’ s mood was hard to judge now, with his index finger tapping on the table. His tone

to do later and I want to take half a day

“Where exactly are you now?”