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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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012, selling barbecue should also be quite profitable_1

Mo Shangjun looked at the barbecue grill.

Inside was charcoal fire, with a common lighter placed beside it.

Mo Shangjun hesitated for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at Ya Tianxing, "Add another portion of tenderloin."

"Okay."

Ya Tianxing watched her with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand to grab a portion of tenderloin, and placed it directly onto her plate.

Seeing this, Mo Shangjun surveyed the surroundings; they were camping on wild and desolate hills, surrounded by dry branches and fallen leaves, which were conveniently at hand. She bent down to pick up a couple of twigs and some leaves, walked over to the barbecue grill, and casually picked up the lighter beside it.

She moved the grill's wire mesh aside. Not wanting to get her hands dirty, she used the twigs to push some of the charcoal to one side, leaving only four pieces with a small gap in the middle.