We fell in love inside the university and then went through a lot according to the logical thinking of all people, but the innocence of that vow between lovers was a flame that let us ignite the misery, a star fire, though tiny but still let us hold on to the end, saw the dawn, waited for the blessing, and finally repaired to come together.
My wife is very beautiful, she can sing and dance well on the university campus, she is the host of the party program, she is the focus of all the boys’ after-dinner, quiet night talk and the central figure.
She is indeed a beautiful woman, with skin like a jade with dew, like a falling red Nymphaea in early summer, and is the school flower of our school. The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
Many of my friends said to me, “Be careful of her.”
I waved my hand and said, “How is that possible? It’s unrealistic. My girlfriend and I are on the same page, we love each other, and she won’t leave even if I kick her out.” The company’s main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
My marriage with her was a perfect match in the eyes of many people, not to mention the fact that we had our first son soon after our marriage. This is the crystallization of our love is the bond of love between us, moreover, we are deeply tied to each other.
Our son is growing up, and our relationship is still warming up, although there are many problems in life, and the mess of the chicken and the dog, instead of disturbing our normal life order, has enhanced our feelings for each other.
I think the more you go through, the stronger your feelings are, because the conviction and difficulty of it makes us realize that we can’t lose each other, each other is one eye, one arm, a component of life. Can not lose, otherwise can not survive can not breathe!
The baby is getting bigger and bigger, and whenever we carry it out, people say, “Why doesn’t this baby look like you!”
I thought to myself, “No, he doesn’t. I have a high nose and my son has a sunken nose; I have fair skin and he is dark; I was born with double eyelids and my son has a single eyelid, a series of signs that this son is probably not mine.
But this is only a thought, not a reality, because I believe in my wife.
Then the child grew to seven years old and still didn’t look like me at all. What’s more, at a friend’s dinner party, a friend harmlessly teased, “You know, you and your wife are so handsome, but why is the child so bad? Look at that little ugly look. I’m sorry to say that this child may not be yours.”
I was green from hearing it, but I remained calm, I couldn’t mess up. There are children who don’t look very good when they are small, but they will change and become better looking in the future, not that there is no precedent for that.
That night, when I got home, my mom said to her with a cold half-face, “Tell me how our kids have grown a face of their own!”
They are the only ones who have a good understanding of the world.
She was so angry that she bolted the door and stopped talking to my mom, and later, after I tried to talk her through it, she reluctantly thought she was too old to care about such thoughts.
But the next thing I didn’t expect was for my mom to send a private investigator to follow her around, and when she found out, she gave me a chance to discuss the matter.
I was so confused that I calmly said, “Whose baby is it?”
With tears on her face, I think she must have been heartbroken and regretted marrying me, and she would never have dreamed that the person she had entrusted her life to would be suspicious of her.
“With so many people saying that, it’s hard for me not to be suspicious.” I muttered in a coy whisper.
She shouted at me, “Are you a man or not? Have you done it yourself? You don’t know!”
Next, she had long lost patience with me and just dropped me as soon as she said, “The best way for you to prove your innocence, for you, is to do DNA forensics.
Soon, I got the paternity test, but the love would never come back. I spent my nights listening to songs, drinking and smoking, just hoping she would give me a chance to start over, okay?