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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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066, Chief, you are really warm-hearted_1

As Lang Yan entered the room, he saw Mo Shangjun leisurely wiping her laptop screen.

She wiped it slowly, thoroughly clean; her earnestness made it seem as if she were about to rub the screen raw.

Lang Yan thus halted his steps, watching her intently for a few moments.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she was also holding a phone in her other hand, seemingly engaged in a telephone conversation.

"You've been deceived."

Mo Shangjun spoke indifferently.

At the same time, she lifted her eyelids, slanting a glance at Lang Yan.

Lang Yan, aware of his own guilty conscience but driven by curiosity, diverted his gaze and silently took a seat at his own desk, feigning busyness with the meeting materials.

Ya Tianxing, as if he hadn't heard, directly asked, "What does your mom like?"

"Knives, guns, swords, spears—she loves all eighteen types of weapons," Mo Shangjun replied nonchalantly, tossing a piece of paper into the wastebasket.

"That is quite impressive."