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Y actually fits my criteria for finding a husband, but the timing of his appearance is particularly bad, and he will be overshadowed in front of L's aura. You can't really blame him for this. I had imagined different scenes of my life with these two men: I snuggled up, and it felt like I was protected by Moses in the book of Exodus, and my independence and strength existed only when he left me; I snuggled up to Y, and it felt like I was relying on my brothers and comrades-in-arms, and my independence and strength existed to protect him and our community. It stands to reason that the latter is the strongest partnership, and it also represents a woman's true growth and self-improvement. But there is another saying: really good love will make a woman never grow up&mdah;Who doesn't want to be pampered forever and innocent? But life never seems to let such beauty remain.

I also have a faint sense of guilt for Y: I hurriedly chose him in order to get rid of L, and if this is a perfunctory thing for myself, it is also irresponsible for Y. So I especially want to live well with Y to prove that I haven't lost faith in a good life.

These are all things that I later summarized. At that time, all I wanted was to marry myself off quickly, no matter who I was facing, it would be "safe" to marry out. I still have a certain emotional foundation with Y, whether his blandness is due to his second marriage or personality, during his relationship with me, he is wholeheartedly devoted to me, and he is considerate. He helped me realize my wish to come home to see a window lamp, the warmth of a bowl of hot soup, and a hand to clench when I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.

Y promised a romantic proposal, and then I asked him to keep everything simple, but Y insisted on refusing. This is still very cute, women, saying "don't" on the lips is actually thirsty in the heart. He booked a very expensive hotel in Sanya and took me for the weekend, with a full spa and spa facilities, and an infinity pool at sea level. Although it was already known that it was a marriage proposal, the whole trip was very enjoyable and impressive. The hotel offers a separate candlelit dinner on the beach for couples, and Y and I sit in a dimly lit white gauze tent and sip red wine, listening to the sound of the waves and indulging in the night breeze. We were like two adventurous kids, discovering the New World &mdah;a bit like a hot spring inn in early winter, but I forgot about that night.

When I came back, when L asked me to dinner again in the name of "cooperation", I gladly went to the appointment.

It's strange that when I face L now, I always feel that his appearance has changed: it has become more normal. The kind of amazement, admiration, and obsession I used to see him was basically hard to have again. Of course, I know that in the eyes of others, he is still a jade tree, and I am proud of it&mdah; I have seen all kinds of idiot embarrassments, and from this I have born cordiality, trust, and liking. I'm often picky about his clothes and hairstyle (though I don't say it), but I don't find it annoying. On the other hand, he is becoming more and more casual in front of him, and sometimes he is lazy to put on makeup, but he doesn't necessarily show disgust &mdah; Maybe he has already degraded me to me. Two real people who meet each other together, there is no longer the original advantage in appearance, and they can't talk about knowing the roots, but they can continue to like each other, I really don't know why&mdah;Is it the inertia of the original "love house and black"? It seems that the first impression is really important......

I waved my hand and showed L the large diamond ring on my left ring finger. He smiled wryly: "What, you're getting married?" ”

This is a fake I bought from Taobao for dozens of dollars, at least a carat weight, it looks realistic and dazzling. The one that Y gave me, I really couldn't wear the 50-point drill with &mdah;8000 yuan, and said it was discounted. This guy is really a good material to live by, romantic when proposing, after all, the investment has paid off; But he thinks that the money that shouldn't be spent is really careful in every penny.

But L apparently believes that the diamond ring is real. He put away his stinking expression and looked a little contemptuous and resentful. I was secretly proud of my cleverness, and I guess it was on my face.

"How can I buy such a stingy ring for you?"

"Is this still small?"

"The condition doesn't look good."

"Did you see you!"

I said this, so I didn't intend for him to take a closer look.

Then L asked me something about Y very rarely, and I deliberately talked about him left and right. Of course, he quickly adjusted, but every now and then he would sarcastically say, "How about you who are about to get married", which made me laugh in my heart&mdah;he was jealous, but he couldn't show it. This is his own rule, and I just want to see his virtue.

There was very little talk about "cooperation" at this meal, and most of the nonsense was there, but I felt that my goal was achieved&mdah;"I'm really going to get married, and I'm about to officially turn over this article with you." "That's the attitude I want to convey to L. I'm sure he sensed that I was at peace and quiet.

After the meal, I took the elevator down to the basement to pick up the car, and when I arrived on the first floor of the mall, all the people went out, and there were only two of us left when I went down the last two floors.

I unconsciously glanced at the camera. At this moment, L suddenly kissed him, caught off guard, and was pushed against the wall of the elevator car by him. Before I could pull out my hand and push him away, the elevator had already gone down to the second floor, and he let go of me, stared at me, and walked out.

I didn't even have time to resist, scold, or slap him. He actually broke the rule of careful distancing in public&mdah;the first time he committed a crime against the wind in an elevator with a camera! It's also that I'm too careless. I was stunned for a while before I dared to step out of the elevator door, poke my probe, and thought L was gone, only to find him standing not far away waiting for me. My heart sank.

l stared at me with a wicked smile, and I knew that I was cowardly again, blushing, embarrassed, and hairy like a little girl. I used my anger to hide my apprehension, caught up from behind, approached me stealthily like a normal male partner, reached out and put my arms around my waist without anyone noticing, and secretly pinched my ass. I bounced off like an electric shock, and walked faster and faster, and at last I trotted up, and when I didn't catch up, I looked back in front of the car door, and he was laughing as he walked.

The sun is glare outside. While driving, I was angry and hated for being undignified just now&mdah;I obviously came to declare it with righteous words, but it turned out to be regarded as a provocation, but I was molested, and finally ran away! I should have raised my heels, kicked him in the crotch, and triumphed like an empress! Or turn around and face him confronted with an aura and look calmly and contemptuously into his eyes as "shameless."

What's the use of thinking about it now?

The afterglow of that kiss still made me blush and my heart beat. An advertising phrase flashed through my head very funny: "It's still a familiar taste!" "Well, it's still the same dick as it was at the beginning: I didn't say anything, you think too much.

He is still so childish and naïve, planting the banner of desire at the door. I'm not going to be fooled again. I won't see L again in the future, unless a third person is present.

When I returned home and returned the fake diamond ring, it was as if I had taken off a heavy pair of armor &mdah; I'm going to start a new life of my own.

However, there are still some shadows in my heart: every time I resolutely announce my breakup with L, but what is the result? I think I'm good enough, but somehow I always fail.