ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] So, Mu Anyou changed into light clothes, got into Emilio's car and ran all the way towards Barcelona.

"Amy, you seem to be very idle every day recently. Don't your parents talk about you?" Mu Anyou asked, slightly turning his gaze and looking at the person driving next to him.

"Yes, but I'm thick-skinned, and they'll be speechless when they get bored. Anyway, there are two of my brothers in the company, so it won't be a problem if I'm missing." Emilio shrugged. On this point, he was quite satisfied.

There are ways to deal with it.

Mu Anyou knew that he was the youngest in the family, and like her, he had always been the most favored, but when she saw him, she seemed to see herself back then.

"Amy, you are a bit irresponsible." Mu Anyou's tone and expression were serious.

"Princesa, I'm not an idle person. I have my own things to do. I just don't like to work in the family company." Emilio seemed to be extremely afraid that people around him would look down on him, so he quickly defended himself.

When he first met her, he thought she was just a delicate girl who grew up under the care of her family, just like many wealthy girls he knew. Later, after getting to know her, he discovered that she was very independent and independent.

Although he spent most of his time traveling around to collect stories, he still had his own job, which impressed him even more.

"Mountain climbing, surfing, racing..." Mu Anyou could tell what he meant without thinking carefully. Of course, there was no contempt in his words. She was just stating a fact. She knew what he had gained from participating in these sports competitions.

The bonus is no longer a small amount, but...

Looking at the obviously hurt expression of the person in front of him, Mu Anyou hurriedly explained: "Amy, don't be sad, I don't mean to look down on the things you do, I just think these sports are too risky, haven't you thought about it?

Will your parents and brothers be worried?" She once walked away for several years for her own persistence, but later she realized that in this world, there are some willful things, and you have to pay for them yourself.

And they are so similar, she has a sister who tolerates her, loves her, and takes care of her troubles, while Emilio has two brothers who indulge him.

Therefore, when I saw him now, I couldn't help but want to give him some advice. I didn't want to see him regret and regret like me in the future.

Hearing this, Emilio was silent, his eyes a little solemn, as if he was thinking carefully about something.

"Worried? Princessa, mom and dad didn't say they would be worried. They just hope that I can mature and return to the company to help my two brothers." Emilio said, with a hint of confusion in his tone after deep thought.

Mu Anyou smiled kindly, and suddenly realized that the man next to him was actually innocent at certain times...well, like a child.

"Amy, how naive are you? How can any parent worry that their children will talk about it all day long? It's because they love you and don't want to put too much pressure and burden on you." Mu Anyou frowned slightly,

Said very seriously.

At a red light, Emilio stepped on the brakes, turned his head to look at the people around him, and pondered for a moment. It was obvious that he listened carefully, but in the end he still protested with a little dissatisfaction: "Don't call me naive."

"Tch, stingy man." Mu Anyou looked at him and frowned in protest, but he said such childish words. He suddenly felt in a good mood and smiled, revealing his white teeth and the pear dimples on his cheeks.

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This was the first time Emilio had seen her smiling so heartily since they had known each other for such a long time. He felt that everything he looked at was her bright eyes and flowery smile. He was confused by the eyeliner and could not recover.

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It wasn't until the vehicle behind him honked its horn that Emilio suddenly came back to his senses and started the car hastily. In his ears, he could hear Mu Anyou's even more wanton laughter.

"Princesa, I'm going to get angry if you laugh again." Emilio was extremely dissatisfied. He was very dissatisfied. Why should the most embarrassing side be seen by the girl he likes? This is a very shameful thing.

"Amy, this is a normal thing. When I drive in China, I often get distracted while waiting for a red light. You can imagine what it's like." Mu An comforted with a smile, and what he said was true.

In fact, Chinese drivers are extremely impatient. If they are not careful, a whistle blares behind them. Mu Anyou will never forget that scene.

"Really?" Emilio tilted his head slightly and looked at her, asking seriously.

"Of course." Mu Anyou nodded.

She once heard that the most hard-working Chinese men in the world are Japanese men, the most masculine are Japanese men, the most gentleman are British men, the most romantic are French men, the most rigorous are German men, and the most profitable are American men.

, and the Spanish man is the most patient, but the childish man in front of him made the most patient male compatriots in the world sound their whistles today. No wonder he looked so aggrieved.

Seeing that the expressions on the faces of the people around him had softened a bit, Mu Anyou then changed the subject and asked: "By the way, Amy, how long did it take you to learn to cook those Chinese dishes?"

"Not long, about a week," Emilio replied.

"Wow, yes. If you study for a while longer, then the Chinese restaurant in Madrid should change its owner." Mu Anyou praised sincerely. She has always admired people with first-class cooking skills. This is something she is born with and cannot help.

Comparatively, if she forced herself to grow up in those five years, she could only cook the dishes well. If it comes to taste, it is really difficult for Hui...

Feeling stuffy in her heart, Mu Anyou quickly collected her thoughts and forced herself back to reality.

"If that's the case, Princesa, I might consider your proposal." Emilio said quite seriously.

Hearing this, Mu Anyou stared at him helplessly and in astonishment: "No, Emilio, it's not easy for people to do business." Those are compatriots from her motherland. If it's because of her words, then...

God, she has sinned so much.

Looking at her expression, Emilio winked: "I'm just kidding you."

Hearing the sound of wind passing by his ears, the hearty laughter of the people around him, and the smell of the Mediterranean Sea in the air, Mu Anyou gently closed his eyes, recalling his sister's voice on the phone last night...

——An'an, don't worry about me and my mother, I will take good care of her. You can stay outside as long as you want. As long as you can be happy, my mother and I will feel at ease.

——Also, let’s take a look at the real estate market in Spain. If possible, how about my mother and I going there to accompany you?

I have to admit that Mu Xile's proposal was very tempting, and Mu Anyou was quite tempted.

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