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[69 Book Bar - www.] She recalled it for too long, which made the person in front of her slightly confused, and asked again uncertainly: "Have you remembered?"

Hearing this, Mu Anyou nodded: "Yes, I remember." She was too hasty at the time, and she could only vaguely remember that he was a very handsome foreign man. What he looked like specifically was too vague, and if he hadn't reminded her,

, she must be just a passerby.

"How is your injury?" Emilio asked with concern.

"I have recovered." Mu An replied with a worried smile.

She originally thought that it was just a little peace during the journey, and she thought that it would be OK if she just nodded and exchanged pleasantries, but this man's talkativeness and enthusiasm far exceeded her imagination.

"Are you studying abroad in Madrid?"

"no."

"So you live here? Because your Spanish is pretty standard."

"No, thank you for the compliment." Mu Anyou rolled her eyes helplessly. Isn't this man tired? She felt tired for him.

"Then you are..."

Before he could finish asking, Mu Anyou continued: "Travel." Because her strong intuition told her that if she didn't give a positive answer, the man would definitely talk endlessly, and she felt powerless in her heart, why, why,

The plane hasn't landed yet.

"Oh, you also like to travel? Are you alone? Where have you been?"

Mu Anyou looked at the excited look on the blond man in front of her, and suddenly thought, God, this is a crazy situation. Did she meet such a crazy man? So boring, so boring. But still like this

Eye-catching, everyone in the cabin seemed to be staring in their direction.

After finally waiting for the plane to land, Mu Anyou ignored the chatter of the people behind him, put on a big sun hat, put on his sunglasses, dragged his suitcase, stopped a taxi, got in the car quickly, and left.

I originally thought that this little episode in the journey would end here, but after staying in Madrid for a few days, I set off for Italy.

At Milan International Airport, when she saw the handsome faces beside her with the same astonishment, she even wondered if she was being followed.

Some coincidences are incredible.

From Milan, to Rome, and back to Madrid, this man followed her everywhere. Gradually, she realized that he was really not an annoying man. He was humorous, interesting, and of course, occasionally a little childish.

As we got acquainted, we discovered that we actually had many similar hobbies.

"Let's eat!" A shout with a harsh and poor Chinese pronunciation calmed Mu An's wandering thoughts. When she turned around, she saw that Emilio was already placing plates on the dining table with plates in his left and right hands.

I got up, washed my hands, walked to the restaurant, and actually smelled the fragrance.

Kung pao chicken, sweet and sour pork loin, fish-flavored shredded pork...

Well, Mu Anyou admitted that at this moment, she was indeed shocked.

"This...did you do this?" she asked in disbelief with her eyes wide open.

Obviously, the person in front of her was very impressed by her astonished expression, and nodded with a charming smile: "Of course." So arrogant and proud.

"Dese!" Mu Anyou glanced at him funny and muttered something in Chinese.

"Princesa, what did you say?" Emilio asked curiously.

"Promise to call me Ann from now on, and I will tell you." Mu Anyou took the opportunity to talk about the conditions. She was extremely depressed about calling this princess who knows what. Every time she went out, this man was always very loud.

Shouting this title attracted the attention of n number of people. She really had enough.

Hearing this, Emilio shrugged helplessly. This was his, no, it should be said to be the signature move of most European men. He said helplessly: "Forget it, I still don't want to know the answer." Didn't this little oriental woman realize it?

Is she like a princess to him? The little oriental princess who fell from the sky stole his heart without knowing it. But after she rejected her confession several times and even threatened to break off the relationship with him, he never wanted to break up with him again.

Dare to mention it.

This man, Mu Anyou rolled his eyes helplessly, sat down on the dining chair, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.

Emilio stared at her every subtle expression without blinking, carefully waiting for her reaction.

Mu Anyou raised her eyes to meet his anxious gaze, a bad thought flashed through her mind, and she smiled slyly, pretending to be serious. Sure enough, a slight sadness flashed in the eyes of the person in front of her.

"It's great, super delicious, not inferior to the Chinese restaurants in Madrid." After a moment of silence, Mu Anyou decided not to tease him anymore, swallowed the food in his mouth, and praised with a smile.

As Emilio breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that he had fallen into someone's little trick. He raised his hand and scratched the nose of the person in front of him, and scolded: "Naughty girl."

What little girl, I'm three years older than you, okay? Mu Anyou muttered in his heart, his pronunciation contained a retroflexion that belonged to the Madrid accent, and it sounded extraordinarily doting and intimate, which made

She lowered her eyes slightly unnaturally, not even daring to look at the pair of lake-blue eyes in front of her.

Naturally, Emilio did not miss her subtle expression and sighed slightly in his heart. Hey, how can he win her heart? It seems that he has to work harder.

"Princesa, do you have any plans recently?" After the meal, Emilio asked someone sitting on the sofa eating.

"No, what's wrong? Is there something?" Mu Anyou turned his head and looked at her, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Well, my friend gave me two tickets, do you want to go and have a look?" Emilio invited. After they met, they accidentally talked about Spanish football and found that although she was not as fanatical as many female fans, she didn't hate it either.

, and even has a little interest, which makes him quite happy, because as a Spanish man with pure blood, if his partner does not love football, it will definitely be a very bad thing. In addition,

Half? Emilio's children's shoes are obviously thinking a little too far.

"Which two teams?" Mu Anyou asked.

"Barcelona vs. Real Madrid." Emilio replied, with excitement and enthusiasm for the upcoming game in his eyes.

Indeed, Mu Anyou understands quite a bit, the two top teams in La Liga.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Barcelona's home court?" There was a certain certainty in his tone.

"Yeah." Emilio nodded.

"So we are leaving for Camp Nou?" Mu Anyou pouted her lips habitually.

"Yes." Emilio watched these inadvertent movements of hers with great enjoyment, and felt a tingling sensation in his heart.

"when?"

"Now, how about it?" Emilio raised his eyebrows and smiled wantonly and freely.

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