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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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628 Chs

094, Stay at my place tonight [first watch]_4

"No," Ya Tianxing replied with certainty, and smoothly let go of her waist.

"Oh."

Mo Shangjun got up slowly and methodically, then yanked the blanket off of her.

At that moment, the car door on the side closest to her was opened by the driver who had gotten out earlier.

The driver didn't hurry her, but standing there in all black, Mo Shangjun couldn't dally either.

Gathering the helmet, coat, and belt in her hands, Mo Shangjun exited the car with composure.

The driver shut the door behind her, and right after, Ya Tianxing also got out from the other side.

"Second Young Master, the old master has asked you to return home tonight."

Mo Shangjun finally heard the driver speak.

Each word was uttered distinctly, neither servile nor overbearing, and his voice was steady, not that of an ordinary person.

Second Young Master, old master.

Clearly not the address of ordinary people.

Mo Shangjun turned to look, taking a proper glance at the driver.