ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] Emilio held her in his arms lovingly and murmured her name: "Princesa, you have to be stronger."

Mu Anyou just stared blankly ahead, without any focus in her sight. After a long silence, she said: "Take me to the airport."

Yes, she was going to the airport to check the passenger boarding records. She must have heard wrongly. His flight was not at seven o'clock. Yes, she must have heard wrongly.

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On the way to Baharas Airport, the most shocking and sad news of the day was scrolling on the electronic screens on both sides of the road.

There were sighs and expressions of regret and pain everywhere. Those scenes flashed one by one, and Mu Anyou felt cold from hands to toes.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number that he had never forgotten in the past two years...

——Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected temporarily.

On the phone, the cold female voice in Spanish had no warmth at all.

Mu Anyou felt sharp pain in her chest and closed her eyes in despair.

No, no, how could someone like him die?

He was so bad and hurt her so cruelly, how could he dare to die?

She doesn't allow it, she doesn't allow it!

She could bear that she would no longer have this person in her life, but she could not bear that she would be separated from him forever! The airport was crowded, and in the distance, one could hear sad wailing, which must be the relatives of the victims.

In distress? Just thinking of these two words, Mu Anyou felt that his hands and feet began to lose control.

Before the car stopped, she hurriedly stepped out. Emilio was shocked and shouted at her. He quickly parked the car and chased after her staggering figure running towards the airport hall.

"Princesa, please calm down." He finally caught up with her, breathing heavily. He tightened his grip on her arm a little, and half circled his body to protect her, for fear that there would be some chaotic emotions in the airport.

And some irrational crowd will hurt her.

From time to time, security and ground staff were working on the scene to clear the air and evacuate the idle people. A dedicated person led the families of the victims to the waiting room to make final confirmations.

"Sir, please step back a little with this lady so that the families of the victims can go in and register with our staff." A man in work uniform said to the two figures standing in the middle of the passage.

Mu Anyou froze, and tightened her grip on Emilio. His fingertips pinched the other man in pain, and he frowned.

Emilio endured the pain in his arm and tried his best to half-support and half-hold the almost limp figure in his arms. He politely said to the uniformed man in front of him: "Sorry, we are just here.

Check the boarding list, it contains..." At this point, he looked at the dazed figure in his arms and said solemnly: "My friend."

The man in uniform was startled, looked at them for a moment, and said with a bit of solemnity in his tone: "I'm sorry, please go this way." After saying that, he made room for a while, then turned around and gave some instructions to the colleagues behind him,

Someone immediately led them inside.

There was already a long queue at the door of the reception room, and the people outside were waiting nervously. The hope in their eyes was so obvious. At this moment, they must be like her, looking forward to God's mercy, looking forward to that familiar person not being included in the list.

name.

The people who came out cried out in pain, and then fainted in despair.

Different hair colors, different faces, but the same sadness and pain.

At this moment, the world is the same in their eyes, black and white, no color.

An elderly Spanish woman passed by Mu Anyou. Even though she was being supported, her steps were still weak, and she staggered and fell at her feet.

Subconsciously, she bent down and helped her up, meeting her red and swollen eyes and her breath of exhaustion from crying.

She touched her hair and murmured: "Poor child, my poor child..." She didn't know whether she was talking about her or herself.

Suddenly, a feeling of turmoil in her stomach surged up. In such a place, with such a solemn and strong smell of death, Mu Anyou couldn't stay any longer. The chaotic buzzing in her brain almost made her collapse.

Emilio patted her back gently and helped her walk a little further away, hoping to slightly relieve her discomfort and suppressed pain.

Mu Anyou's retching continued. He had eaten so much in the morning, but at this moment he couldn't vomit at all. It just made the turbid breath clog in his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Princesa, sit here for a while, and I'll get you a glass of water." Emilio whispered softly. Seeing her pale face and nodding, he quickly stood up and left.

Mu Anyou slid to the ground, curled up and crouching, holding one hand on his chest, retching violently, enduring the heartbreaking pain.

He left, completely left...

No, he won't leave, no, no.

The two voices in the brain took turns bombarding the almost torn brain nerves, seemingly never stopping.

"Worry?" The low cry was somewhat uncertain, distant, and seemed to come from a very far away place.

Mu Anyou's body stiffened instantly, and his brain was in a daze. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or a trance. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the figure in the crowd.

Zhan Aofan took a breath. Really, it was her. Just now in the departure hall, he saw the pair of backs that were so reminiscent of her and that man. Although he was a little confused as to why she came here, he still followed him all the way.

When I came over and pushed through the crowd, I realized that the figure squatting in the corner was really her.

"Youyou." He shouted again, and he ran to her in a few big steps, helped her up with strength, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" He was struck by her pale face and desperate look.

His expression was so frightened that he ignored the doubts in his heart and just stared at her anxiously.

Mu Anyou seemed to be frightened. She stared at the person in front of her for a long time, her eyes dazed and blurred. She stretched out her hand in a daze. The warmth on his face suddenly shocked her. She trembled, and then her hands tightened around him.

He cried out loudly on his neck: "Zhan Aofan, you are still alive, you are really... still alive, I knew you would not die, how could you... die, you are so bad, how... could you...

die……"

Her voice echoed intermittently in his ears along with her crying, piecing together the general situation.

Zhan Aofan hugged her slender body, feeling only the waves of soreness and the gurgling warmth in his chest...

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