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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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023, did you know Yan in advance? [San Geng]_1

Mo Shangjun helped Liang Zhiqiong with her room inspection from start to finish.

Then, under Liang Zhiqiong's watchful eyes, she slowly messed up all the items again.

Liang Zhiqiong stared at her in disbelief.

"It's your turn."

Returning to the disheveled bedding, Mo Shangjun pointed at the messy quilt.

Liang Zhiqiong looked at her as if she were insane.

To take such perfect room organization and deliberately spoil it, Mo Shangjun had indeed gone through with it.

Someone had completely forgotten that they themselves couldn't stand Mo Shangjun's neatly folded quilt and had wrecked it twice.

Mo Shangjun crossed her arms and looked back at her impassively.

It very much meant "if she doesn't tidy up, it doesn't matter to me."

Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth slightly, then strode over to the bed and started organizing the bedding.