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 into

Lucas, he

and warm face very much. Unfortunately,

while and then we went back. Lucas

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

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

around him, and

was foreign wine and the brand I don't know. When the light-yellow liquid was poured into the glass, it quickly volatilized to give off strong

to sit down and

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

for a moment. But I still raised my glass and drank a

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

time should try to drink alcohol. Because in those helpless and depressed days, alcohol

for the glass of wine just now. He wanted to drink with someone in his heart. I didn't know

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

can drink a little."

and reached out to pour

him pour the wine.

the delicate glass. He looked at me quietly, thoughtfully, and then suddenly murmured,

eyes gradually

I didn't know if he was disappointed about the fact that I can drink, or if he was sad because the person who had