ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Youyou, you are already at the door, just let me go in and sit." He still had such a soft smile, as if she was an unreasonable child in front of him. No matter how willful he was, he

All can be accommodated.

Mu Anyou's brows were almost twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". After not seeing each other for two years, his face had become even more kind and shameful.

"Princesa, what are you doing standing at the door? Are there any guests?" Emilio's voice came from far away.

Mu Anyou inadvertently noticed that the figure standing in front of her trembled slightly, and the corners of her lips instantly raised an upward curve: "Are you sure you want to come in and sit down?" There was a strange light in her eyes.

At this time, Zhan Aofan had no time to notice that what was echoing in his ears was the clear and charming male voice just now. Although he could not understand Spanish, he could tell the natural familiarity in the tone.

After Emilio finished shouting, he received no response, but the slender figure was still standing at the door. He was slightly confused, looked at the soup he was making, and walked towards the door.

"I asked you why you didn't answer? Are there guests?" As he spoke, he walked to Mu Anyou and tilted his head. When he saw the person standing at the door, he was stunned.

"Mr. Zhan?" He spoke fluent English, and Emilio was too surprised.

"It's an honor to see you again." After coming back to his senses, Emilio greeted politely and enthusiastically.

"Both each other." Zhan Aofan replied with curled lips, even though the expression on his face was so stiff that he could feel it.

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Looking at Amy who was busy in the kitchen, and then at Zhan Aofan who was sitting quietly on the sofa, Mu Anyou felt a slight pain in her head. She wanted to know what was going on?

She had obviously asked him to leave neatly and directly just now, so now...

Zhan Aofan was silent, but his eyes never left her figure. He naturally noticed every expression of hers and glanced in the direction of the kitchen from time to time.

His eyes became increasingly dim, and he pursed his lips tightly. The fierceness and courage in his body had long since faded away, leaving only endless sadness.

He already knew that she had him, the partner's brother, Emilio, a very good Spanish man.

But knowing it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

My chest felt a little stuffy, and even my breathing felt a little blocked. I breathed back and forth a few times, slightly adjusting my breath, and then looked at her and spoke slowly: "He... is a very good man."

Mu Anyou was lost in thought, and when he heard the words, he faintly replied: "Of course I know." He had an expression that made you think so.

The hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and Zhan Aofan asked: "Is he... nice to you?"

Mu Anyou raised her eyebrows, a little impatient with his verbosity: "As you can see."

"How did you and Amy meet?" She frowned and did not ask the doubts in her heart from just now to now.

"He is the brother of my partner in Spain."

Mu Anyou nodded slightly and said, "Sit here for a while. I'll go over and see if there's anything I can help you with."

After saying something lightly, she turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Zhan Aofan was sitting on the sofa in the living room. From his position, he could just see two busy figures in the open kitchen. They were talking in low voices from time to time. Occasionally, he could see her smiling and crooked eyes.

There are shallow pear dimples at the corners of the lips.

Smiling like this has always been irresistible to her, so ever since she was a child, she rarely smiled so heartily towards strange boys or men.

By the way, he had forgotten that the man making her laugh at this moment was not a stranger, but the man she had chosen, her partner, and even her future...husband.

This realization made his brows tangle tightly, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, tearing it extremely painfully.

But he still couldn't take his eyes away, looking at every expression and every smile of hers so greedily, even if it wasn't because of him.

Her complexion is very good, with a slight blush on her fair face. She is not as pale as she remembered. She is slightly plumper than two years ago, but she is still slender and graceful. In fact, he has always wanted to keep her round.

, like when I was a child.

She had her long hair cut off, and her neck-length tassels flowed neatly onto her temples. Her side-parted bangs highlighted her delicate facial features.

She seemed to be becoming more and more beautiful and charming, and I had to admit that she was living a good life without him, really, very well.

It was so good that it stung his eyes, twisted his numb heart, burst the tense nerves in his heart, and brought out the fear and despair buried deep in his heart.

"Do you know Mr. Zhan? What is your relationship?" Emilio calmed down and connected the dots. It was obvious that Mr. Zhan was not looking for him, so he could only be looking for her.

"You haven't told me yet that you know him too?" Mu Anyou glared at him.

"I didn't know you knew him," Emilio replied.

His expression was very serious and his eyes were very candid, making Mu Anyou unable to avoid or dodge. He was silent for a moment and said softly: "He is my... ex-husband."

Oh, ex-husband, what? Ex-husband?

Emilio was shocked for a moment, and the dinner plate he was holding suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, leaving pieces on the ground.

He was suddenly awakened by the noise, came back to his senses, and hurriedly knelt down to pick up the pieces, but was scratched.

"Amy, stop moving, why are you so careless?" Mu Anyou scolded in a low voice, with a bit of worry in his eyes, frowning at his bloody fingertips.

Hearing the sound of broken plates, Zhan Aofan subconsciously wanted to get up, thinking it was her...

But when he saw her anxiously squatting down and pulling his finger, she hurriedly found a band-aid and put it on carefully.

Her hair fell down as she bowed her head, and the man naturally stretched out his hand to move it behind her ears, but she seemed to be unaware of it, just stared at him angrily and whispered something in Spanish.

Having known her for more than 20 years, he remembered her little habits and actions better than anyone else.

When she is anxious and worried, she will keep talking over and over again, as if just talking can relieve the sadness in her heart.

At this moment, he was madly jealous of the man she cared about, and thought crazily that if it could be him at this moment, he would be willing to shed all his blood.

Originally he was going to leave, and logically speaking, he had no position to stay here anymore, but he couldn't move forward. He greedily wanted to see her for a while longer, and then look at her for a while longer!

After a dinner, he tasted the essence of the meal, and he didn't know if he had learned something. Emilio's enthusiasm for him also decreased a lot, and he would occasionally look at him thoughtfully, with deep eyes.

"Amy, your hand is injured, just let me wash the dishes." Mu Anyou said to the people around him.

"Okay." Emilio nodded, and his cell phone rang at that moment. He took the call, glanced at Mu Anyou, and turned away to talk on the phone.

Zhan Aofan watched the tacit interaction between the two.

The pointer on the wall was already nine o'clock. Mu Anyou glanced at it, and then looked at the person in front of him: "We are going to rest." The implication is that you can leave.

Zhan Aofan nodded. One night, he was a complete outsider who broke into their lives.

"Youyou, can you send it to me?" he asked hoarsely, softly.

Mu Anyou thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

I got out of the elevator, stepped out of the apartment building, and walked out with him in tandem.

She deliberately slowed down her pace, kept a little distance from him, and looked at his back under the streetlight.

This was the first time she looked at him so carefully since they met yesterday.

The hazy back reflected in the light showed that his figure seemed to have lost a bit of weight. Did he work too hard? Haha, she almost forgot that Zhan Aofan was really desperate to make money.

Even if you don't pay any attention to it, even if you are abroad, people still talk about him and his Qixing Empire.

In just two years, he has risen from China's rich list to the world's rich list. She should be proud because this man is her Chinese compatriot. She should be proud because this man was once a man she was very familiar with. She should be proud of him.

, because this man is the one she once fluttered into a flame to get.

——Why are you working so hard? Zhan Aofan, don’t you have enough money for you to squander?

——Youyou, everything I have belongs to you and Huihui. I will make a lot of money, more than I can spend in a few lifetimes. I will give you a prosperous and worry-free future, and give Huihui a business empire.

She was a princess who grew up in the hands of her family. She had never suffered any grievances. Those five years when she led Huihui to run around hard were scars that were branded on his heart for a lifetime. Therefore, he had to make a lot of money.

Money, giving her a future where she can reach for the stars, he wants to make her the happiest woman in the world, and make everyone look up to her, envy her, and bless her. That is the goal that Zhan Aofan has devoted his life to.

She is a princess, so she should live the life of a princess for the rest of her life!

In the vague memory, he was walking in front and she was walking behind. The memories overlapped at this moment.

She raised her eyes, and he looked back. Their eyes met, passing by the night lights.

He is doing what he promised back then. He is working hard to make money and achieve a squandering future.

He succeeded, and his wish came true, but the person he promised was changed to someone else.

Promises are obviously the most unreliable things in the world, but there are still so many people looking forward to a blank check.

It's so fast. Two years have passed by in the blink of an eye. The child should be almost two years old, and the woman is already a mother and a wife, right?

If, if her baby was still there, it would be 7 years old!

She is 7 years old. When she was 7 years old, she had already encountered an unavoidable disaster in her life. A single glance could lead to a lifetime!

The deeper the love, the more painful it will be!

I forgot who I heard said that from the moment you fall in love with him, you give him the power to hurt you!

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