My Mysterious Husband

After Xinyou Qiao left, someone came from far in the moonlight, lowering her head and carrying an air of decadence. Kevin Ye stood there for a moment before he walking to her.

“You’re back.” He asked with a smile.

Venus Mu raised her head, seeing Kevin standing in the moonlight, like a fairy who came down from the Moon Palace.

“Hi, Kevin.” Venus greeted.

“Why are you so late today? Busy at work?” Kevin asked casually.

Venus shook her head, “I had a meeting with someone for coffee, but I was stood up.”

Kevin certainly knew who this person she had asked out was, but he didn’t expect her to be so direct.

“Someone very important? You look really unhappy.”

Venus smiled bitterly, answering ambiguously, “Well, I don’t know he’s important or not. Maybe just a stranger.”

Kevin didn’t want to keep this topic, “I see you’re tired, go to have a rest.”

“OK,” Venus stopped after taking two or three steps towards the inside of the villa and said to him, “Kevin, I never got to thank you for the last time.”

“Don’t be. Anyway, you save me and I save you, that’s it.” Kevin continued to start walking, his voice dying away into the night.

long time began to feel warm. Should she... tell him about this? Maybe he would have a different

showed a little more of his flaw,

…

as the page character for this interview, after communicating with the magazine, was going to take photos this

whispering to a young girl across her, “Hey,

magazine interview, not a TV or radio station, so there is no such strict requirement for language expression. As for the questions, we will tell you in the afternoon in a written form.”

“What are the general

things have happened, what your

“Oh...thanks.”

brought Venus to the studio of Style Magazine, according to her face and figure, the make-up artist and stylist discussed and then started to do it, and in less than an hour, a delicate woman with youthfulness in her maturity stood in front of the flash. Faced with the unfamiliar camera, Venus was nervous. The photographer let her make a few poses, but her arms and legs were stiff as if they were in a cast.

“Excuse me, have you never taken any picture, Miss? You look really

knew that she had behaved badly, so she apologized, “I’m

lot of people have never been photographed. Don’t think yourself as a model now. Think yourself as a designer. There’s a drawing board in front of you now, so what kind of clothes do you want to design? Don’t care about my camera.”

Venus was much more relaxed, so the

very good... ok, let’s change

photos were taken, and Venus was dumbfounded, looking at the woman on the computer.

this herself? It’s

and we’ll do the interview.” A tall woman with glasses

the little girl was

you fall in love with design? What funny little story has happened? What is the greatest wish, etc.” Venus was sincere in telling her story,

you’re still a student, so why do you have such a strong desire to win

a relative who is missing and I can’t find him, so I think if I can stand on a higher and bigger stage, maybe he will see me and

that in the magazine and I sincerely hope your