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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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123. For the next exercise, Feng Fan will lead the team [Second Update]_1

Mo Shangjun looked up, meeting Ya Tianxing's dark, profound gaze, and for a moment, it felt as if a cold wind was blowing directly at her.

She was momentarily stunned.

Then, she arched her eyebrows and, with precise accuracy, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, stretching out her hand, she placed it in the bowl of Ya Tianxing opposite her.

"Here."

Mo Shangjun said with a particularly bold air.

She withdrew her chopsticks.

Looking at the meat, Ya Tianxing's expression darkened even further, "It's not cooked."

Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows, a look of nonchalance on her face, "Half raw, half cooked, it's healthier."

Ya Tianxing's eyes darkened.

However, he never lost his temper with Mo Shangjun.

These little gestures from Mo Shangjun were simply a reminder to him to appropriately divert his attention.

She couldn't possibly be unaware of what he was here for.

Naturally, she couldn't be unaware that the piece of meat was undercooked either.