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.

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

to wait until the guy showed a little more of his flaw, until she was sure of

…

Style Magazine was advancing in an orderly manner, and Venus, as the page character for this interview, after communicating with the magazine, was going to take photos this afternoon and do the interview by the way.

a young girl across her, “Hey, excuse me, may I know some of the questions

not a TV or radio station, so there is no such strict

little, but still a little worried, “What are the general questions, so I can make some preparations in

her head back and thought, “Well... It’s probably about when you got interested in design, what funny things have happened,

“Oh...thanks.”

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

Miss? You look really nervous?” The

she apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m

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

the photographer’s help, Venus was much more relaxed, so the shooting was going

that’s it... very good... ok, let’s change to another set of clothes...”

all the photos were taken, and Venus was dumbfounded, looking at the

Was this...was this herself? It’s too beautiful…

the interview.” A tall woman with glasses came over and said with a recorder and

the content the little girl was

“When did 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, but subtly

student, so why do you have such a strong desire to win and get

thought for a moment, looking into her eyes and said, “I have a relative who is missing and I can’t find him, so I think if I can

put that in the magazine and I