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.

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

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

warm face very much. Unfortunately, he rarely smiled to me.

back. Lucas was tired

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 me.

shuffled downstairs. Every time I approached him, I felt uneasy. But

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

was poured into the glass, it quickly volatilized to give off strong alcohol

me to sit down and toasted, "Let’s

upstairs. But I obviously

moment. But I still raised my glass and

made me feel it’s nice taste. The wine was spicy all

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

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

head upward, his eyes flashed,

"I can drink a little."

and reached

and said let me help him pour the wine.

delicate glass. He looked at me quietly, thoughtfully,

eyes gradually became estranged.

sad because the person who had raised his first wine to could not drink? So,