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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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134. His son is too excellent; ordinary people are not worthy of him _1

"Like a smart fool."

Ya Tianxing sincerely expressed his opinion.

However, it wasn't exactly endearing.

The moment his words fell, the atmosphere around the table froze, and the killing intent from across turned into vicious stares, slashing through the air towards him.

Ya Tianxing couldn't help but chuckle.

"I have a blind date later," Ya Tianxing straightforwardly declared.

Oh...

"It's that time of life," he added.

Mo Shangjun nodded understandingly.

"Comrade Mo Shangjun," Ya Tianxing knocked on the table, slowly and deliberately instructing, "bullying the elderly because you're young isn't something a good comrade should do, is it?"

"...I wasn't thoughtful enough," Mo Shangjun solemnly said.

Seeing her serious demeanor, Ya Tianxing couldn't help but laugh. His face, usually cold and indifferent, softened with a smile that was neither deep nor shallow, utterly beguiling, like a demon that could steal one's soul away at any moment.