Mr Left and Mr Right

For a person who had experienced a failed marriage, it was complicated to see the red marriage certificate again.

People say marriage that marriage is a walled city, which makes someone admired and someone desperate. However, it's not up for me to decide whether I should marry him or not. This really made me feel uneasy.

But there was a hidden expectation in my inner heart. I looked forward to a new relationship and a new marriage. I hoped these things would let me and my child say goodbye to darkness and return to light.

So, at that time, I kept my dead down, with tears in my eyes.

"Can't you look happier? Give me some face." Jacky said to me when he saw I didn’t speak for a long time.

“When taking photos, you said you want to keep the bag for me. So, I gave it to you. At that time, you stole my household registration book? " I stared at him.

“That’s not stealing. It’s taking.” The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was an iconic smile on his face.

“So as long as you want to do anything, you will definitely do it, whether others agree or disagree? No matter what others think?” I said.

He frowned and thought, and then gave the answer, "Basically.”

I was speechless hearing that. Then, I put my marriage certificate and household registration book back in my bag. Suddenly, I found that my act of putting my marriage certificate was very careful, like caring for something very fragile gently.

It was the first time for me to eat with Jacky. Although the man in front of me was my husband in terms of law, I was still not familiar with him. I had been watching him secretly.

smart that after a few turns, he finished the work. Then he made them

of this quietly. Jacky was luxuriously dressed, wearing a top brand. His sculpted facial features were nearly perfect. When he smiled at Lucas, he exposed his white and neat teeth. At that time, the coldness on

and warm face very much.

eating, he accompanied Lucas for a while and then we went back. Lucas was tired after

changed after getting home. Then, I saw him swimming. His strong body rolled back and forth

downstairs. Every time I approached him, I felt uneasy. But at that time,

climbed out of the pool, took a bath towel around him, and lay down on the next

the light-yellow liquid was poured into the glass, it quickly

He motioned me to sit down and

he raised his glass, he didn't face me, but looked upstairs. But I obviously went downstairs, and I was beside him.

But I still raised my glass and

not the kind of violent spicy, but made me feel it’s nice taste. The wine was

a hard time should try to drink alcohol. Because in those helpless and depressed days, alcohol can temporarily anesthetize, allowing us to temporarily escape the

glass toward me. This also let me make sure that he didn't want to drink with me for the glass of wine just now. He wanted to

upward, his eyes flashed, asking me: “Can

a little." I answered

speak any more and

let me help him pour the wine.

the delicate glass. He looked

his eyes gradually

if he was disappointed about the fact that I can drink, or if he was sad because the person who had raised his first wine