ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar-www.] This man is very good, this was Emilio’s first thought.

Thinking of the second brother's last whisper, I sighed slightly in my heart, and said he would take him home. Now Princesa simply regards him as just a friend.

Mu Anyou went into the bathroom and saw that something bad had happened. Her good friend suddenly arrived without any warning, which made her very embarrassed.

Although there was no stomachache or anything like this this time, red flags were already fluttering on my underwear, and I couldn’t run even on my pants... After thinking about it, I sent a text message to Amy, saying that I had something to do and went out for a while.

People gathered at the entrance of the hotel. Then they were led by the waiter and left the hotel through another passage to avoid being embarrassed in Spain.

Emilio felt uneasy after receiving the text message. He swiped his card and hurriedly left the hotel, but he didn't see Mu Anyou, so he had to wait quietly by the car.

Fortunately, there is a large shopping mall not far from the hotel. I first went to the daily necessities section to buy sanitary napkins, and then quickly went to the women's clothing section to choose some sports clothes and change into them. After everything was packed away, I walked out of the mall.

From a distance, you can see Emilio leaning back slightly, leaning in front of his silver-gray Lamborghini, with his golden hair flying in the night wind. I have to admit that no matter which angle you look at, this looks amazing.

He is a very charming and eye-catching man.

How could she not know how he felt about her? However, now she was completely obsessed with love. Those two words were engraved on her heart and became a taboo that could not be touched. She was selfish, at least for now.

She cherishes this friend she met in a foreign country.

"Amy." Mu Anyou stepped towards the figure beside the car, stood behind him, and called softly.

Hearing this, Emilio turned around instantly and saw the cheerful and smiling face of the person behind him. His eyes were sparkling, even more eye-catching and dazzling in the neon light of the night.

The denim suspender jumpsuit outlines the slender legs, with a white T-shirt underneath and a pair of sports sneakers of the same color on the feet. It is refreshing and simple, especially suitable for the Mediterranean climate in summer.

The long hair in my memory has long been cut into a neat bob, sticking smoothly to the ears. Under the diagonally parted bangs, delicate facial features as big as a palm are revealed. They are no longer as pale as they used to be, and now have a slightly rosy and healthy color.

It is obviously an extremely ordinary outfit, but when it is worn on her, it has a special flavor, which firmly catches people's attention.

"What are you looking at?" After waiting for a long time, the people in front of her were staring at her without saying a word. Mu Anyou frowned in confusion, stretched out a hand and waved it back and forth in front of the person in front of her.

As she spoke, the night wind blew up her soft hair, covering most of her face.

Subconsciously, Emilio reached out and touched her slightly messy hair, straightening it behind her ears.

Mu Anyou's body trembled slightly, and she was about to step back a little instinctively, but was stopped by the focused expression on his face, and her thoughts suddenly became clear.

Francisco happened to see this scene when he stepped out of the hotel. At first, he just thought that the scene of handsome men and beauties in the parking lot was very eye-catching. After taking a closer look, he realized that the blond man facing his direction was his younger brother.

Undoubtedly, the girl's back was facing towards him, and her face could not be clearly seen clearly, but judging from her figure, she was undoubtedly a beauty. What's more, the girl who could catch her eye must not be just an ordinary beauty.

Zhan Aofan, who was walking side by side with him, noticed that the people around him stopped and looked along his line of sight. He was a little far away and could only vaguely make out that the man he had just met in the hotel was.

When his eyes glanced at the back of the tall and slender woman, he was slightly startled. The next moment, the corners of his lips curled up bitterly. Yes, she was sent to study in the United States by her parents, so how could she be here.

After taking a closer look, he saw the woman's short black neck-length hair flying in the night wind. This further confirmed what he was thinking.

——Brother Fan, do you think girls look good with long hair?

——Yeah. He responded perfunctorily.

——Why? When she was young, she suddenly asked seriously with her big eyes flashing.

——Girls with long hair are more attractive.

If Mu Xile hadn't accidentally mentioned it later, he would never have known that it was because of a few perfunctory words that she had not been willing to cut off her silky black hair for many years. Even during the years when she was living alone with her son, she had not.

She said that some habits are difficult to change in a lifetime.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the starry sky under the night sky. His face was filled with sadness that was deeply buried in memories. Sadness, have you forgotten me long ago?

"Mr. Zhan?" the person next to him shouted in a low voice.

Gathering back his wandering thoughts, Zhan Aofan responded apologetically: "Sorry, I got distracted thinking about some past events." When his eyes swept forward, the two figures just now were gone, and they had obviously left.

Francisco just smiled kindly and asked: "Mr. Zhan, there is a football match tonight. Are you interested in going to watch it?" Football is the pride of the Spaniards. In the face of distinguished guests, it is not appropriate to invite them to watch a football match.

It is the most sincere courtesy.

Zhan Aofan vaguely understands these, but...

He shook his head, with a hint of tiredness on his face: "Thank you for the invitation, I'm just a little tired today."

Francisco nodded understandingly: "I was negligent. You really need a good rest after a long flight. Now I will send Mr. Zhan back?"

"No need, I remember the location of the hotel where we are staying. See you tomorrow, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation." Zhan Aofan curled his lips and smiled.

"To each other." After a few polite greetings, the two waved goodbye.

Really not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Barcelona at night, Zhan Aofan flagged down a taxi at the intersection and dragged his tired body all the way back to the hotel where he was staying.

After a hurried shower, I lay on the king-size bed. There was no feeling of comfort and relaxation, only loneliness and emptiness sweeping across the sky.

Opening the phone, the woman on the screen had a smile as bright as a flower. Such a close distance, such a clear image. She closed her eyes gently, and it seemed as if nothing had changed over the years, and she had never gone far.

Is she in the dream less cold and decisive? Is she in the dream easier to forgive?

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With hearty games, exciting duels, and top-notch skills, I have to admit that the players of Spanish clubs are worthy of the fans who love them so much.

When the game ended, it was already 9:30 in the evening. To avoid the crowds of fans, Emilio took Mu Anyou into the VIP channel.

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