My Mysterious Husband

Xinyou knew she was retorting her, so she curled her lips and her face was full of dissatisfaction, “How dare you? I’m telling you, since now I’m nice to you, you should be grateful. Serve the porridge for me, or I’ll tell Kerry how incompetent you are as a cook!”

Venus really wasn’t afraid anymore. She pursed her lips, but her tone was calm, “Go ahead. It would be a lot easier for me if he could remove me from this position.”

Seeing her look like she was dying to be like this, Xinyou was furious and she found that recently Venus was better at arguing with her.

Xinyou should really do something practical to teach her.

“I was just joking, and I’m not going to do something like this that the gain is not worth the loss!” Xinyou looked smug and said with a malicious tone.

Venus wasn’t surprised. She had known her for four years, and she knew her better than anyone else after seeing her true face.

“It’s none of my business.” After serving the porridge, she turned around and took out a tray from the cupboard.

Xinyou focused on her movements, with a grim smile on her face and said, “Even if I were to do it, I would do the best. I want you to die, to disappear in front of me!”

but Venus didn’t see it because she was back to her, but when Xinyou said that, she felt some unease.

Xinyou was tactfully telling her that she was about to deal with

but she quickly returned to her original state. She turned around with an expressionless face, holding the hot porridge and walking

and landed unkindly

that Venus was carrying the food to the dining table, and for some reason, when he noticed the cartoon patterned apron on her, he

Passing through the stairs of the living room, he came directly to the dining table and sat down, and when

him, “Mrs. Qin

and didn’t care, instead he noticed Venus who was tidying up the kitchen and raised his voice, “Stop it. Hurry up and eat.”

so she took off the apron and

She didn’t think that Kerry was out of kindness or concern, but as for the reason, she couldn’t figure it out, but she didn’t want to know.

Anyway, he couldn’t think about something good for her.

asked with an expectant face, “Kerry, how

chewed and nodded, “Not

only cooked porridge this time. As for the dishes, it was Mrs.

for the ones she cared about, family or loved ones. Whether it’s Kerry or Xinyou, they were nothing