ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Zhan Aofan, where is your pride? Where is your ruthlessness? We can get together and part ways, can't we?" Why do we have to make each other embarrassed?

Her rebuke was like a drill twisting his heart. He opened his mouth and spat out with difficulty: "Youyou...I..."

"Are you leaving?" Mu Anyou stared at him.

Zhan Aofan looked at him, hesitating about what to say.

"Are you leaving?" Faced with his silence, Mu Anyou spoke again.

In the night rain, he just pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and raindrops slowly dripped from the ends of his wet hair.

"Okay, if you don't leave, then I will stay here with you." Mu Anyou said coldly.

Before Zhan Aofan could react, he saw her throw away the umbrella in her hand.

His expression changed, and he quickly stepped over, picked up the umbrella on the ground and covered her slightly wet body.

"Youyou... don't be like this..." He said hoarsely, looking at the raindrops on her face, she didn't know how distressed he was.

It was obvious that he was the one who wanted to protect her the most, but in the end, it was always him who made her feel aggrieved and embarrassed.

"Don't be like this?" Mu Anyou repeated in a low voice, and then raised the corners of his lips mockingly: "Then what do you mean by doing this?"

Her question made his face stiffen, his eyes dimmed, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Youyou, I...can you give me a little more time? Just a week?"

She frowned slightly, wondering why he was so futile and stubborn? What could be changed in a week?

Her expression made him uneasy, and then she cautiously backed down: "Three days, three days, okay?"

Mu Anyou didn't give any answer and remained silent.

"Youyou... I will fly to New York at seven o'clock. Before I leave, can you promise me, don't deny me in a hurry, and then... give me some time?"

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I don’t know when, the sky gradually lightened up.

The rain was pouring non-stop. Mu Anyou was nestled on the sofa, looking at the umbrella dripping with rain in the corner. She felt unreasonably irritated. She looked at the hands and saw it was seven o'clock in the morning.

Emilio had something to do and he just left, a little hurriedly. Mu Anyou asked a few questions, he just asked her not to worry.

I got up, took my wallet, and decided to go downstairs to buy some breakfast.

While waiting for the elevator, I met two girls. After taking a closer look, I realized they were the two female students from that day.

He frowned, thinking of something, and didn't even bother to say hello, regardless of whether she was polite or not.

The two female students obviously didn't notice her coldness and displeasure, and greeted her warmly.

"Hi, beautiful sister, has that handsome oriental guy found you?" Woman A asked with a smile.

Mu Anyou looked at her and remained silent.

The woman looked a little disappointed and murmured: "Didn't you find it? We were very detailed, weren't we? But the photo in his wallet is obviously you!"

Wallet? Photo?

Mu Anyou looked at them confused.

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"Hey, what a pity, we didn't even leave his phone number. Otherwise, we could have informed him again. He must have remembered it wrong or didn't hear clearly." After explaining the matter, the two girls were still worried about the show.

Aofan felt sorry for not finding her.

"Thank you, I have already met him." After a long silence, Mu Anyou raised his lips and said to the two people in front of him.

"Have you seen him before?" Woman A opened her eyes wide, and immediately said with a gossipy look on her face: "Beautiful sister, is that your boyfriend? He's very handsome."

"No." Mu Anyou shook her head, seeing the confusion and disappointment on their faces.

Until the pair of figures walked far away, they would look back at her from time to time and whisper something in a low voice. Come to think of it, she and him must be in the conversation.

But it didn't matter, he was already on his way to New York. No matter what he meant by asking her to give him some time, she firmly believed that nothing would change, and it could only end here!

Just like she said, goodbye, passerby, not even a friend!

Mu Anyou bought a large portion of breakfast and ate it all in one go, making her stomach full, but the feeling of emptiness in her heart never eased.

Damn Zhan Aofan, why did he suddenly appear and disrupt her peaceful life?

I cursed quietly in my heart, over and over again.

Open your mailbox, do the work at hand, then send the translated manuscript to your boss, look at the conversational information sent by the other party, and ask if you are interested in working in the company? The salary will be very generous.

I counted the zeros after the annual salary and found that it was indeed very generous.

But right now, she doesn't have too many extravagant expectations for life, just plain, stable and leisurely.

The kind of step-by-step attitude of an office worker doesn't suit her. She politely declined the other party's invitation and heard her cell phone ringing.

I looked at the caller ID and picked up the call. Without saying anything, I heard his somewhat urgent voice: "Princesa, I remember this morning you said Mr. Zhan was flying to New York, right?"

Mu Anyou nodded instinctively: "Yes."

"What time is the bus?" Emilio asked.

Mu Anyou thought for a while and replied: "Seven o'clock, what's wrong?" With a confused look on her face, Amy asked what she was doing.

"Princesa." After a brief silence, Emilio's voice was solemn as never before: "The TV station just announced that the flight from Madrid to New York, USA, was forced to crash in an accident at 7 o'clock this morning. There was no one alive on board.

return."

There was a loud buzzing sound in Mu Anyou's head, and he murmured: "Amy, what did you... say? I can't hear it."

"Princesa, you... I'm sorry, I'll be there right away."

"Amy, this joke is not funny at all. Today is not April Fool's Day." Mu Anyou frowned and twitched the corners of his lips, but found that he couldn't bring out a smile.

"Princesa." Emilio called her name in a low voice, his tone full of worry.

The other party had already hung up the phone, and Mu Anyou was still standing there stiffly holding the phone. His brain was stagnant, unable to think or function.

——Youyou, if I completely disappear from your life, will you remember me for the rest of your life? No, you can think of me occasionally, right?

——Youyou, I fly to New York at seven o'clock.

——Youyou, can you give me a little more time?

——Damn Zhan Aofan, damn Zhan Aofan.

Those words passed her ears over and over again, echoing in a loop, making her forehead ache.

Only fifteen minutes later, Emilio drove to Mu Anyou's downstairs.

Watching her open the door in a daze, looking at him in a daze, her whole body was in an erratic state.

Emilio's eyes were full of worry...

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