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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.

Fruit Store's Bottle · Urban
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Mo Shangjun settled the bill and left the shop with Ya Tianxing.

Coming out of the supermarket across the street with bread in his hand, Mu Cheng happened to see them walking shoulder to shoulder. He was about to wave to them when he noticed they were heading in the opposite direction of their parked car.

Mu Cheng watched them, puzzled.

Then—

He was utterly baffled.

Because he watched, wide-eyed, as the two of them quickly unlocked a cargo truck and silently hopped on.

The truck started and disappeared into the traffic in the blink of an eye.

Mu Cheng was deeply conflicted, twitching at the corner of his mouth, not sure what to say.

Who just hops onto someone's truck after a meal?!

He sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Chen Jun, you at the station?" Mu Cheng spoke with the familiarity of an old acquaintance as soon as the call connected.

"I am." The person on the other end did not bother to sugarcoat his response.