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.

few turns, he finished the work. Then he made them

top brand. His sculpted facial features were nearly perfect. When he smiled at Lucas, he exposed his white and neat teeth. At that

I liked his smile and warm face very much. Unfortunately, he rarely smiled

Lucas for a while and then we went back. Lucas was tired

him swimming. His strong body rolled back and forth in the water. When he saw that I was on the balcony, he stopped and waved toward

downstairs. Every time I approached him, I felt uneasy. But at that time, I started to have inexplicable expectations.

and lay down on the next

know. When the light-yellow liquid was poured into the glass, it quickly volatilized to give off strong alcohol

down and toasted, "Let’s

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

raised my glass and drank a glass of wine.

violent spicy, but made me feel it’s

drink alcohol. Because in those helpless and depressed days, alcohol can temporarily anesthetize, allowing us to temporarily

make sure that he didn't want to drink with me for the glass of wine just now. He wanted to drink with someone in his heart. I didn't know who that person was. I didn't even

head upward, his eyes flashed, asking me: “Can you drink?"

drink a little." I

didn’t speak any more and reached

I stood up and said let me help him pour the wine.

wine into the delicate glass. He looked at me quietly, thoughtfully, and then

gradually became estranged.

about the fact that I can drink, or if he was sad because the person who had raised his first wine to could not