ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] Zhan Aofan watched his back crossing the balcony and entering the room. When he thought of the sleeping girl waiting for him in the room, he felt a flash of deep jealousy and sadness in his heart.

He was once so close to happiness, but in the end it was lost by him, and perhaps he would never be able to find it again in his lifetime.

In the past two years, he has wandered around the United States many times, on the streets of New York, on the streets of Florida, at the crossroads of Washington, and in various universities everywhere...

But God's favor has a bottom line after all, and after he squandered it, it was all gone.

The wind passed by, and when I turned around, he was still alone.

He had to admit that he came here on a whim, but in fact he had a vague hope in his heart that maybe he would really meet her. In that case, it would be a chance encounter rather than an intrusion.

Even though there was deep coldness, strangeness and even disgust in her eyes, just looking at her was enough.

It turns out that love to the extreme can be so humble.

The next day, Zhan Aofan had breakfast, opened his tablet and read the cooperation and planning documents. Feeling that his neck was a little tired, he got up and walked to the balcony to rest his eyes. He happened to see the dazzling Lamborghini in the parking lot in front of the hotel.

The distance was quite far, and he could only vaguely see Emilio closing the passenger door with his back to him, then walking around the front of the car and stepping into the driver's seat.

The woman in the passenger seat leaned slightly sideways on the seat behind her, as if she hadn't slept enough.

From his angle, you can only vaguely see his slender body and the hair that fell down covering most of his face, which is still slightly sideways and facing away from him.

Emilio hesitated for a moment, reached out and carefully adjusted the seat position for her, and then drove away.

Zhan Aofan stood by the window, silently watching the scenery below, with a vague curiosity flashing through his heart. What kind of woman made this sunny Spanish young master take such good care of her?

Mu Anyou was indeed very sleepy. Maybe it was due to a special situation. Although he didn't have stomachache, it caused him to be extremely tired. As soon as he got in the car, he felt a little drowsy. After a while, he actually fell asleep.

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When she arrived at the apartment where she lived in Madrid, it was Emilio who gently shook her awake.

"Princesa, it will be very uncomfortable for you to sleep like this."

Mu Anyou opened her sleepy eyes, looked at the surrounding environment, recognized it as her own apartment, and nodded to express her understanding.

After entering the room, Emilio went directly into the kitchen to see what ingredients were available and planned to make lunch.

Mu Anyou said with a strong nasal voice: "Amy, just get enough for yourself. I don't have much appetite, so I'll go take a nap first."

"Princesa, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Emilio took a few steps closer to her, put his hand on her forehead, and murmured to himself: "It's not hot."

Avoiding his hand, Mu Anyou said helplessly: "A woman's little problem, do you understand?" After knowing him for so long, he still understood to some extent that he was endless about certain things, so Mu Anyou simply gave him a clear answer.

The answer is to save yourself from grinding and whining non-stop.

After saying that, he turned around, walked to the bedroom, and slammed the door.

Spanish men have rough nerves in some aspects. It took Emilio a long time to react. He scratched the back of his head with embarrassment and looked in the direction of a certain bedroom, smiling like an idiot.

No wonder his temper suddenly became so bad. It turns out there is a reason.

Mu Anyou fell asleep and didn't wake up until the evening.

I washed my face and felt a lot more energetic. I put on my slippers and walked to the kitchen. I was a little surprised to see the busy figure behind me. I felt a little more apologetic, grateful, and a little warm.

As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, the tangy aroma directly invaded his olfactory nerves. Mu Anyou stared at the table full of delicacies with a pair of beautiful eyes in disbelief.

"Oh my God, Amy, are you really planning to compete with Chinese chefs?" You shouldn't leave any escape route at all, okay?

Her expression instantly pleased someone who was busy. She opened her lips and the smile on her face became deeper and deeper: "Are you hungry? Come on, hurry up." After that, he motioned her to taste it with his eyes.

Mu Anyou looked in his direction and asked, "Aren't you going to eat together? What else are you going to do? It's already much better, we can't eat it."

"No, there is only one soup, it will be ready soon." Emilio responded, but his men did not stop busy.

"Amy, whoever marries you in the future will definitely be happy." While thinking this in his mind, he subconsciously spoke out. After saying this, Mu Anyou realized that this topic was a bit sensitive, but he couldn't take it back.

Hearing this, Emilio's eyes flashed with light, and he asked with a surprise smile: "Princesa, do you really think so?"

Sure enough, Mu Anyou sighed secretly in his heart, but nodded politely. For fear that he would bring up more embarrassing topics, he changed the subject and interrupted hastily: "Amy, are you okay? I'm very worried.

Hungry."

"Well, it'll be fine, right away." How could Emilio not see her deliberate dodge and evasion? He sighed helplessly in his heart, with the sunny smile still on his face, and responded in his mouth.

After cutting off the power supply and bringing the cooked soup to the table, Emilio looked at the person in front of him and said with a chuckle: "Try the corn cream soup."

This is the only Spanish food style on the table. Mu Anyou took a spoon and took a spoonful of the soup and drank it into his mouth. The fragrance of corn and the rich fragrance of cream lingered on the tip of his tongue, making people have endless aftertaste.

"Great, Amy, you are definitely a genius in cooking." Mu Anyou praised sincerely, and did not forget to continue to taste the delicious food on the table.

A very satisfying dinner.

After the meal, Mu Anyou took the initiative to put away the plates and dishes. He had already been busy all day, so how could he be embarrassed to let him do the washing and other tasks again.

"Princesa, why don't you use a dishwasher?" Emilio leaned against the door and looked at her. He had been wondering about this problem for a long time. There was obviously a faster way, so why did he choose to do such a laborious task of hand washing?

"I always feel that the dishwasher is not clean." Mu Anyou smiled and replied. In his vague memory, he seemed to remember that there was a person who was extremely picky in this regard, saying that the tableware washed out by the dishwasher was not clean.

There was a strong smell of dishwashing liquid, so after getting married, the daughter-in-law learned to wash dishes. After doing many things for a long time, it became a habit that is difficult to break.

She shook her head and threw away all the sudden memories, telling herself that the people and things in the past were all gone. From the moment she was hit by Amy's car, it was just a rebirth and a new beginning.

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