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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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060, as for me, _1

Mo Shangjun was always ill-tempered.

Seeing their eagerness to learn, her sense of secrecy grew even stronger.

"No need to sit," Mo Shangjun walked to her desk with a smile, "This isn't anything significant; you two better get back to your tasks."

Lang Yan and the instructor exchanged glances.

"Comrade Mo Shangjun," Lang Yan stared at her, earnestly speaking, "I think, as colleagues who need to work together, you could at least make up some excuse to fob us off."

Mo Shangjun sat down in her office chair.

Hearing him say that, her posture straightened up, and she responded seriously, "Sorry, that was my mistake."

"So..." Lang Yan hinted.

"The reason is," Mo Shangjun turned on her laptop and smiled at them, "I'm pretty capable."

Lang Yan: "..."

Instructor: "..."

Being able to praise herself like that indeed showed capability.

Knowing they wouldn't get anything out of her, the instructor shook his head with a sigh and walked away, dejected.