My Mysterious Husband

Xinyou Qiao read the name of the restaurant in her mind, and an ‘excellent’ plan suddenly came to her.

Xinyou looked at Venus Mu, who was surrounded by her colleagues and sneered, “Venus, you’re very proud of yourself now, aren’t you? Soon you can no longer laugh!”

She sent a text message to Zihang Lu, telling him to meet her at Luoyuxuan at 8:00 p.m., and soon she got a reply.

In the evening, after work, a group of people came to the restaurant.

It was a famous Chinese restaurant in this area, and it was said that the food was delicious that almost everyone almost loved it.

Since it was a staff dinner and when they entered the door, they were welcomed by a waitress, who led them to the luxury room on the second floor. The room could accommodate about 30 to 40 people, which was quite extravagant, compared to other departments.

After everyone was seated, the manager brought the menu and Manager He let everyone choose what they liked. And Kerry Ye was the first one to order, for he was the boss.

He flipped it and finally his fingers rested on, one of the restaurant’s specialties, ‘Snowflake Crab. Soon, it was immediately passed to the kitchen.

Venus, the star of this gathering, was the next one to order. She seldom came to such places, so she ordered the ‘Granny’s dish’ which was good in both look and taste.

the following, the staff could order freely. Until the menu was passed a circle round, the ordered dishes had been successively served. Looking at

and said, “Everyone, it’s really an honor to

they said with a respectful

toast him until he got

nodded with a calm face and he unintentionally glanced at Venus, but he

me

glass next to him and drank it

wanted to toast again, Meiling spoke, “Only toast to Mr. Ye is not enough. Venus has done a lot for our department this time, so she should be toasted too.”

everyone looked at

the liquor with high alcohol content, but seeing the

a deep breath and took the cup, “I’m not good

felt a hot taste flowing down her throat, all the way to her stomach, particularly

help but frown. By this time someone had already

lure. He didn’t know if it was because of the wine, but

it! Why could she so

that she couldn’t hold it any longer and her stomach hurt because of the alcohol. She slowly stood up from her seat, her tone with drunkenness, “Everyone, enjoy. I’m going to

Mr. Ye.” Everyone could

then left the