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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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097, Ji Ruonan, my recommended _2

"Your company commander is looking for you."

After securely covering the pot, Ya Tianxing washed his hands methodically and casually mentioned to Mo Shangjun.

"What did he say?" Mo Shangjun's eyebrows arched slightly.

"He wants you to call him."

"Oh."

Mo Shangjun turned around and noticed the mobile phone on the coffee table, so she walked straight over to it.

She picked up the phone and went to the balcony to make the call.

This time, the call connected quickly.

"Hello?"

"Company commander."

One hand resting on the railing, Mo Shangjun lifted her eyes to the gloomy sky outside.

"I was busy yesterday and didn't pick up the call. I just got back and realized it was from you…" Lang Yan seemed a bit wistful, then asked her, "Aren't you serving as an instructor? How come you're done so soon?"

It was supposed to be a week.

Mo Shangjun's schedule for him had exactly seven days allotted to it.