ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Youyou, I lost my ticket, I didn't take that flight, I won't die, how can I bear to leave you, I won't let you go, I won't let you go." Zhan Aofan is here

He whispered in her ears, soothing her body that was shaking from crying.

"Why didn't you answer my call on your cell phone?" Mu Anyou suddenly left his shoulder and raised her eyes to stare at him, with tears condensed in her eyes, which was heartbreaking.

"Mobile phone?" Zhan Aofan was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "It ran out of power before boarding the plane and automatically shut down." He thought that he was not allowed to turn on the phone on the next flight anyway, so he just left it like this.

How much he missed... He made her cry so sadly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she beat her chest with her pink fist, and again and again, accompanied by her crying curses: "You bastard, Zhan Aofan, you big bastard, I told you not to answer the phone, how could you not?"

Answer the phone, you don't know how scared I am, I thought, I thought you...you bad guy!" She cursed over and over again, crying so imagelessly and irrationally in front of him for the first time, every sentence.

He cursed, but he just didn't dare to say the word "death" easily.

Zhan Aofan stood there and let her beat him. The force on his body was obviously not heavy, but the pain in his heart hit him wave by wave. He circled the person in front of him with his hands, not daring to relax at all.

Immediately, the corners of his lips slowly curved up, and his eyes were filled with moist heat as he looked at the person in front of him. His eyes were soft and could hold all the tears and sadness.

Youyou, do you know how much it hurts me to see you crying and sad like this?

But Youyou, do you know that if I can see you so sad and crying because of me, I feel that it is worth it even if I die?

Emilio stood not far away. The water in his hand was obviously warm, but he felt that the palm of his hand was cold.

He finally knew that the wall she had built in her heart was something he could never cross in his life.

Her love, hate, anger, and obsession have already been given to others!

After crying till she was hoarse and tired from the beating, Mu Anyou finally regained her senses. She stared at the person in front of her fiercely for a moment, then turned around and left.

But he was tightly hugged by a pair of strong arms, unable to move.

"Youyou, it's my fault. I made you sad and worried. It's all my fault. Don't be angry, okay? Don't cry anymore, okay?" His heart hurt so much, and every tear she shed was

It was like hot candle drops burning into his heart.

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"Youyou, would you please open the door?" Zhan Aofan patiently coaxed the person inside the door in a gentle voice.

After returning to her apartment from the airport, she went directly to the bedroom, locked the door, and did not speak or answer.

Most of the day had passed, and the sky was gradually getting dark, turning into the dusk of night, but she still didn't open the door or come out.

Weakly, she walked to the window sill, took out the cigarette from her pocket and lit it. Just as she was about to bring it to her lips, she seemed to suddenly remember that she said she hated the smell of tobacco, so she pinched it out again and threw it aside.

Silence cuts through the quiet air.

He knew that she was frightened and angry with him today.

On the way back, she remained silent until the car stopped below her apartment, went upstairs, and entered the door. Then she turned her eyes and looked at him, with a coldness on her face that shocked him.

——Zhan Aofan, when will you stop lying to me?

——Do you really want to see me anxious and sad for you?

——Now that you got what you wanted, leave as soon as possible.

After he finished speaking, he didn't even give him time to explain. He walked into the bedroom and locked the door, deciding that his passing by the plane today was a drama he directed.

The clock on the wall struck ten o'clock, nearly ten hours, and she hadn't eaten a bite. Even though Zhan Aofan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, there was nothing he could do.

"Youyou, you can hit me or scold me, but don't wrong yourself, okay?" Zhan Aofan stood at the door and whispered to the closed door.

"Youyou, I really didn't lie to you, how could I lie to you?"

"Youyou, if you don't open the door, I'm going to open it?"

One voice after another, one sentence after another, all he received in response was silence, a deserted silence.

The hands hanging by his sides were clenched, as if he had made some decision. He looked at the hands that were accumulating strength and smiled to himself. How many years has it been since these hands stopped doing such "violent" things?

Mu An sat sadly, leaning sideways in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the bedroom, with her arms folded across her chest, looking blankly outside, as if looking through the outside into the unknown distance.

When she heard such bad news for the first time, all her nerves were shattered, and she almost collapsed in an instant.

He stood in front of her safe and sound. She was excited and happy, and felt her withered heart gradually beating again.

She accused him of cheating on her, but she was more angry with herself. She was angry that she still cared about him so much, more than she thought.

She couldn't accept herself like this.

She seemed not to hear him calling softly again and again outside, and blocked her ears in annoyance.

Why doesn't this person leave?

The next moment, the door banged, and with a loud noise, he appeared in front of her, meeting her eyes as she looked back in astonishment.

Seeing her frowning in displeasure, Zhan Aofan was speechless for a moment and murmured incoherently: "Youyou...I...you have...not eaten for two meals."

"What do you care about?" Mu Anyou glared at him fiercely.

Zhan Aofan, however, seemed as if he hadn't heard anything. He still had the same cautious attitude on his face: "It's okay if you are angry, but don't starve yourself."

When Mu Anyou saw his sullen look, he felt the tightness in his chest rising up. He opened his mouth and spat out coldly: "So what? Does it have anything to do with you? Zhan Aofan,

Don't forget, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. In my eyes, you are just a fellow traveler. Whether I am hungry or not, whether I die or not...well..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by a figure that suddenly rushed over.

The unfinished words.

His lips trembled slightly with anger, and felt a little cool when they touched her lips.

Seeing that she had stopped making any sound, he let go of the fleeting kiss. Unsurprisingly, he saw an even more disgusted expression in her eyes. Covering up the imperceptible sadness and sadness on her face, he whispered

Say: "I'm sorry, Youyou, I didn't mean it, I just..." I can't hear you say that word.

He was obviously still thinking about it at the airport before, watching her cry sadly for him, it was worth it even if he wanted to die next moment, but such cruel words could not be uttered from her mouth, and she could not let her curse him like this.

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Mu Anyou stared intently at the face that was on his knees, looking level with his own, for a long time.

"Zhan Aofan, let's go." There was more weakness in her voice. The heart-wrenching cry made her throat hoarse, and she felt a burning pain in her throat every time she said a word.

But he just shook his head and looked at her so seriously, with pleading and stubbornness.

"Youyou, is it so difficult to admit...that you care about me? Youyou, you obviously haven't completely forgotten me. Youyou, you clearly still remember our past. Youyou, I don't ask for your forgiveness, I only ask for your forgiveness.

Can you please let me stay with you?"

"It's really impossible for us." Mu Anyou looked at him and stroked his chest: "It's precisely because we can't abandon the past so completely, precisely because many things cannot be forgotten, and precisely because here, there are still things that cannot be forgotten

The scars have been erased, so Zhan Aofan, we can’t go back?”

"Youyou, those are all misunderstandings, I can resolve them..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the person in front of him.

"Explanation? Zhan Aofan, what do you want to explain? My father's imprisonment has nothing to do with you? Or is the child in Chen Jieya's belly not yours?" Mu Anyou's lips curled up in self-mockery as he murmured, obviously speaking in a very light tone.

, but so sharp and pointed.

"Youyou, I did collect the evidence about your father back then, but your father's imprisonment really has nothing to do with me. I can swear to God, Youyou, no matter how cruel or unfeeling I am, I will never...

He is your father and my...father-in-law, how could I..." Zhan Aofan ignored the pain in his hands and said to himself: "The child in Chen Jieya's belly is not mine."

Mu Anyou was slightly stunned, looking at him with raised eyebrows, trying to read a trace of lying, but no, the eyes looking at her were clearer than ever before.

Pursing the corners of his lips tightly, Mu Anyou was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Even if what you said is true, then... Hui... Hui?" This is the first time that Mu Anyou has mentioned it in the past two years.

Speaking of this name, speaking to the person she least wanted to see, her voice was harsh and her heart was ruthlessly pulled.

"My Huihui, can you return it to me? Can you make him appear in front of me alive and kicking? No, you can't, so we can't go back."

"I can." Almost at the moment Mu Anyou finished speaking, Zhan Aofan said in a deep voice: "If I can, Anyou, can you come back to me?"

Mu Anyou's body had stiffened when he uttered those two words, and his brain was confused for a moment, muttering: "What...what did you say?"

Zhan Aofan raised his hand to touch her trembling palm and said softly: "Youyou, our baby will wake up soon. Can I take you to see him?"

When their skin touched, Mu Anyou felt that the surface of his hand was wet and sticky. He lowered his eyes subconsciously. There was scarlet blood staining the skin where she and his were connected. The wound on the back of his hand was seeing blood coagulating and then gushing out.

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Sensing her gaze, Zhan Aofan lowered his head, calmly tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt, and simply wrapped it around the wound a few times.

The white cloth blocked the scarlet blood. Mu Anyou's expression softened a little, but his eyes were still blank, and he asked as if in disbelief: "Zhan Aofan, what did you... just say?"

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