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.

turns, he finished the work. Then he made them into small pieces and slowly fed them to Lucas.

at all of this quietly. Jacky was luxuriously dressed, wearing a top brand. His sculpted facial features were nearly perfect. When he smiled at Lucas, he

and warm face very much. Unfortunately, he rarely smiled

a while and then we went back. Lucas was

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

uneasy. But at that time, I started to have inexplicable expectations.

around him, and lay down on the next chair. Then

and the brand I don't know. When the light-yellow liquid was poured into the glass, it quickly volatilized

He motioned me to sit down and toasted, "Let’s celebrate our wedding."

raised his glass, he didn't face me, but looked upstairs. But I obviously went

raised my glass and drank a glass of wine.

good wine, it’s not the kind of violent spicy, but made me feel

could drink alcohol. Every woman who had a hard time should try to drink alcohol. Because in those helpless and depressed days, alcohol can temporarily anesthetize, allowing us to

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

with my head upward, his eyes flashed, asking me: “Can

can drink a little." I

more and reached out to

and said let me help him pour

I picked up the bottle and poured the wine into the delicate glass. He looked at me quietly, thoughtfully, and then suddenly murmured, "You

Then his eyes gradually became

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