Chapter 2 — Your Exception

My hand that was hanging by my side suddenly tightened, my palm felt a bit sore, and I felt even more paranoid. Just then a thought flashed in my mind. I even wondered if he realized my feelings or not. I stopped walking. The eyes looking at him had drained all emotions, leaving only calm. "I'm not happy, whatever you want, don't look at me." "I'm not your servant, I still have to satisfy your demands." The corner of Luc Trach Ngon's mouth pulled completely straight down. Written unhappiness clearly on his face. "Lin Tri Du, you're an adult, we're about to get married, I don't want my wife to be an emotionally unstable person." I chuckled. "So who do you think can satisfy your needs?" He seemed to be thinking seriously, but I knew he already had the answer in his heart. "No matter who it is, my wife is just you." "But I think you can learn from On Le, she's the manager." feeling very good, understand?” I looked deeply at him for two seconds. Finally, she smiled a little. "Okay." Entering the dining table in the main house, Mrs. Luc pulled On Le and Luc Trach Ngon to sit on the left and right sides. I voluntarily went to a position not to disturb them. Only after sitting down did I find out. There wasn't a single dish on the dining table that I liked. Mrs. Luc made the other two laugh so much that they couldn't see their eyes, constantly picking up food for Wen Le. "Look at how skinny you are." "Doing academic research, you also have to respect your body, Trach Ngon told me to prepare the foods you like to eat." On Le smiled shyly. "Thank you." Mrs. Luc immediately paused for two seconds. She looked at me shyly, pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Tri Du, I don't know what you like to eat, let's eat for now." Luc Trach Ngon picked up pineapple meat for me. "Next time you tell me what you like to eat in advance, I'll ask the maid to prepare it." "Mainly, I don't have any special preferences." "Unlike On Le, I only like to eat sweet and sour food, sweet and sour pineapple meat, sweet and sour fried ribs, these childish dishes." I lowered my eyes. Looking at the piece of pineapple made me allergic in the bowl, I was stunned for a moment. Five years. We were together for five years. What I like and what I don't like, but I have to specifically tell him to know. Every word he understood On Le's preferences like the back of his hand. They are all laughing at my failure. At this time, the phone dinged, it was the flight information sent by the leadership. The time is eight o'clock tomorrow morning. My heart calmed down and I felt liberated. During this meal, I didn't move my chopsticks, and Luc Trach Ngon also didn't notice. I just played the role of a bystander, quietly watching the harmonious atmosphere between the three of them. I can't get in. I also don't want to interfere. 4On the way home, On Le was still sitting in the passenger seat, Luc Trach Ngon took her home first. And I'm sitting in the back seat, talking to the landlord in France about housing. "Sit in the front." Luc
Trach Ngon suddenly opened his mouth, I didn't raise my head. "No need." He was silent for two seconds. "It's up to you." I didn't pay attention, I was looking at the house filled with sunlight and was extremely satisfied, so I immediately made a deposit. Come home. He took out an album from his briefcase, then walked to my side. "See?" I took it suspiciously, only to discover that it was a wedding dress album. "Choose one early, after all, the wedding is only a month away, the tailor can prepare it in advance." He pointed to a wedding dress covered with stereoscopic pear flowers on it. "I think this set is quite good." There was a hint of contempt in my eyes. Pear flower, On Le. Of course, everywhere I go, I think of her. If it were before, I would definitely be angry. But now. I just calmly nodded. "Okay, maybe, then take this set." Anyway, two days later I left. The wedding is a month later, what does it have to do with me? Luc Trach Ngon seemed particularly satisfied with my obedience, as a reward he kissed my forehead. "Good." "That's very good, your frowning attitude during the day, I don't like it, don't show up again in the future, okay?" After saying that, he went into the bathroom himself. I took a disinfectant tissue and wiped my forehead until it turned red. By nine o'clock. Luc Trach Ngon as usual turned off the lights and got into bed, phone facing down, and wearing a bluetooth headset on his right ear. It seemed that the dressing table and bathroom were empty. Also no suitcase visible next to my nightstand. That's right. Except for On Le, he seemed to everyone to be indifferent and uncaring. It's just midnight. I was suddenly awakened by a shrill scream. Luc Trach Ngon next to him also suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, so panicked that he shouted directly into the headset, his voice shaking. "On Le? What's wrong?" In the quiet night, I heard On Le on the other side still crying. The man who had never shown his face until now was unable to sit still, turned around, got out of bed, and ran like crazy out of the house. What is the nine o'clock rule? What's the schedule? Everything in front of On Le can be thrown away at any time. I couldn't follow, but I couldn't sleep anymore.