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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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007, are we talking this out, or is this coming to blows?_2

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"Damn it!"

Liang Zhiqiong cursed, and before she could react, Mo Shangjun had seized her right wrist, exerted a slight force, and her hand loosened.

Quickly, Mo Shangjun's willow switch struck the back of her hand, "Hand, thumb against the second joint of the forefinger."

Liang Zhiqiong was fuming with anger.

But it wasn't over yet.

"Stick out your chest." A slap landed on her chest.

"Suck in your gut." The willow switch struck her lower abdomen.

"Lift your chin." Her jaw was forcibly pushed up by fingers.

"Eyes front, shoulders back."

Releasing her chin, Mo Shangjun's willow switch landed on her shoulders.

In the end, when Mo Shangjun withdrew her hand, Liang Zhiqiong was sore all over.

Peng Yuqiu silently watched the scene.

Suddenly, he understood why Mu Cheng was so eager to recommend Mo Shangjun as the assessment officer.

"Damn—"

Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth, raised her hand to clench her fist, ready to start a fight with Mo Shangjun.