webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
559 Chs

099, Wait obediently, don't run around_1

The car window slowly lowered.

In their line of sight, without the obstruction of a layer of glass, the contours of the other person became even clearer.

"Get in,"

Ya Tianxing used a commanding tone.

Without moving immediately, Mo Shangjun stood in place for a while, her cold gaze gradually softening.

Lifting her leg, she walked around the front of the car, pulled open the passenger door, and sat inside.

She conscientiously buckled her seatbelt.

Ya Tianxing looked at her and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Mhm."

In response, Mo Shangjun fastened her seatbelt, crossed her legs, and then rummaged in her pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag.

Just as Ya Tianxing was about to start the car, his gaze swept over the plastic bag in her hands.

He couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Inside the small plastic bag, there was a jumble of coins and small bills; from dime-sized coins to one-yuan notes, along with some coins, all thrown together in disarray, their total amount unclear.