After eight years together, today was the day Fu Jingxing and I were supposed to register our marriage.
But after taking a phone call in the lobby, he hurried off.
I was left standing there alone when a little boy suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Mom, I’m your son from six years in the future.”
“Don’t wait. Dad isn’t coming back.”
I thought some kid was playing a prank.
But the boy’s eyes reddened.
“This marriage registration office is fake. Everyone here is an actor Dad hired.”
“Because he’s already married Aunt Chen.”
“He left you just now because Aunt Chen is about to have a baby!”
I stared at the little boy’s face, so much like Fu Jingxing’s, and my heart gave a violent jolt.
There’s only one person surnamed Chen in my circle…
My best friend, Chen Mianmian.
It's a very readable and refreshing article. It doesn't have any deliberate abuse, but it contains the sincere love between mother and child. It's a relatively good-looking short article.
It's a bit cruel, this section of Xiaoyu is the most brutal.
Good good good good