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.

would peel shrimps for Lucas carefully. His slender fingers were so smart that after a few turns, he finished the work. Then he made them into small pieces and

at Lucas, he

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

back. Lucas was tired after that, and he fell asleep in

home. Then, I saw him swimming. His strong body rolled back and forth in the water. When he saw that I

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

the pool, took a bath towel around him, and lay down on the next chair. Then the servant

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

to sit down and toasted,

but looked upstairs. But I obviously went downstairs, and

for a moment. But I still raised

violent spicy, but made me feel it’s nice taste. The wine was spicy all the way to my stomach, making me kind of painful but

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

also let me 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 have the qualification to feel lost for that.

upward,

a little." I

speak any more and reached out to pour

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

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

his eyes gradually became

he was disappointed about the fact that I can drink, or if he was sad because the