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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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122, Even if we come from the same path, it might not mean you have my abilities_1

In order to extract the "plan that led to the defeat of the third platoon" from Mo Shangjun, Lang Yan paid a certain price.

Fortunately, considering their friendship, the price he paid was not too steep.

First, he would take care of her meals for three days, bringing them back from the cafeteria to the office on time for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Second, he would take care of her internal affairs for three days, strictly adhering to the standards for internal affairs scoring.

Third, he was forbidden from disclosing her injury to the second platoon.

Lang Yan agreed to the first two conditions. As for the last one, although he said yes on the surface, he couldn't help but mutter to himself. She hadn't told him the true extent of her injury, so even if he wanted to disclose it, he had no way to do so.

"So, I am now..."

Lang Yan hinted to Mo Shangjun, unable to hide the urgency in his eyes.

"Breakfast."

"...Alright," Lang Yan hesitantly responded.