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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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559 Chs

127, not hurt, right?_1

Mo Shangjun's favoritism made Xiang Yongming feel very wronged.

His heart harbored resentment, yet upon seeing Mo Shangjun's undeniable expression, he dared not argue further. After a moment of inner turmoil, he obediently went to stand as punishment.

Mo Shangjun stared at him for a bit, ensuring his stance was proper and up to standard before lazily retracting her gaze.

"You."

She glanced up, her eyes landing on Gui Jiang.

"Yes!"

Upon being swept by Mo Shangjun's gaze, Gui Jiang reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, standing to attention reflexively.

He was a bit anxious.

"Go to my dorm and fetch the bucket," Mo Shangjun ordered indifferently.

"Ah?" Gui Jiang was momentarily stunned.

"Didn't hear me clearly?"

Gui Jiang straightened up, "Reporting, heard you loud and clear!"

With an irritated flick of her eyebrow, Mo Shangjun urged, "Hurry up."

"Yes!"

Gui Jiang immediately responded.