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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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122, Even if we share the same background, you might not have my capabilities_3

Admiration, astonishment, excitement filled her gaze, and at the same time, there was a hint of indescribable fervor.

"What's up?"

Mo Shangjun approached, raising an eyebrow at him.

That strange look in his eyes made her quite uncomfortable.

Lang Yan continued to look at her before finally voicing his own amazement after a while, "Are you really just a college graduate from the National University of Science and Technology?"

Ah... Mo Shangjun understood then.

She put her mug down on the table with a clank, shook her right hand that was pulled at the wound, and said indifferently, "Where I come from isn't important."

Lang Yan paused for a moment and on second thought... it did make quite a bit of sense.

But—

He had overestimated Mo Shangjun's detached mindset.

Soon, he heard Mo Shangjun say unhurriedly, "Even if the background is the same, not everyone has my capability."

"..."

Lang Yan kept looking at her.

Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth.