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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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048, Being good-looking is not enough_1

"Get downstairs."

These two clear and straightforward words came through the phone, crystal clear.

Mo Shangjun paused slightly.

She looked up at the incandescent light shining overhead, its glow filling the entire dormitory, then walked to the window beside her, reached out to open it, and looked down at the empty space below.

Under the tree to the right stood a tall and straight figure, precisely under the shadow of the tree, away from the streetlights' illumination, his outline obscured by the darkness. Yet his innate presence made him conspicuous as always.

Dressed in a long black coat, wearing a black felt hat for men, holding a cell phone to his ear, he slightly lifted his head, revealing his deep, handsome features.

It was indeed Ya Tianxing.

Mo Shangjun's gaze collided with his.

After a moment, Mo Shangjun, with one arm cradling the other, leaned against the window and spoke in a light tone, "Is there something you need?"