Mr Left and Mr Right

I'm Kiki Yao, an ordinary housewife. I've been married to Hao Wu for three years and have a two-year-old son. We are not rich, so my family struggles to make ends meet.

Last month, however,I didn't expect that my son would suddenly faint, and that gave my poor family a terrible blow.

My son, who just turned two years old, was diagnosed with nephrotic syndrome and the doctor told me it would cost a million dollars to treat him.

Faced with the huge cost of treatment, I collapsed on the spot, not knowing what to do.But when I think of the child lying in the hospital bed, I will give him treatment at any cost, even if I will spend all my money.

So after coming out of the hospital, I ran to the place where Hao Wu worked to discuss the cost of the treatment with him.

What I didn't expect was Hao Wu 's indifferent attitude, saying that he had no money and couldn't borrow it. He asked me to figure it out by myself.

I was so angry that I slapped him on the spot. I didn't have time to feel sad and I looked around for ways to borrow money. But I was only a mall saleswoman and there was very little money I could borrow. I cried all those days.

When I was cornered, a young woman who worked with me came up with a solution. To save my child's life, I gave up my dignity and had to accept her advice.

my head light, with bruises on her body that seemed to mock the intense sex I had just had.

Yes, I treated myself as an object in an erotic deal with a strange man for the cost of my child's

towards the other room. At that time I picked up my clothes and

on the couch next to me and handed me his check, a playful voice ringing out, "Nice service today.

His words made me ashamed, but let me breathe

hurriedly stretched out my hand to take the check. Looking at it ,then I was

knew told me there was a million for a

I thought of the child waiting to save his life and I was a little anxious, "Sir, aren't you mistaken, wasn't

in amazement and stood up straightly, reaching up his hands

a little scared, trying to struggle. And his mocking voice rang in my ears, "A million? Oh, you're the kind of woman I've seen a lot, and don't you look at yourself, just a prostitute, take the money and

my heart twist a little, but I also knew that angering him would not get me a penny. So after he let go of me, I didn't dare to dwell

to the toll booth. The doctor

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the child's pale

Hao Wu, started wooing me crazily. His thoughtfulness and care