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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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925 Chs

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The rain had been falling for several days, leaving the air damp.

Even the atmosphere carried a certain heaviness.

Mo Shangjun and Lang Yan returned to the office together.

Before entering, she took off her raincoat, and with the movement, all the rainwater dropped off, further wetting the already damp corridor.

The rainwater accumulated, spreading outwards.

Mo Shangjun carried her raincoat inside, casually placing it on the umbrella bucket, while Lang Yan stood by the door, closing it after she entered.

Mo Shangjun approached her desk, pulled out a chair, rotated it one hundred and eighty degrees to face the middle of the aisle, and then sat down on it.

Seeing her do this, Lang Yan's thoughts deepened, and he took a few steps closer to her.

He didn't reach for a chair but simply stood in front of Mo Shangjun.

"The instructor sought me out this afternoon," Lang Yan said, looking down at her with a seriousness and an intonation that lacked its usual ease and cheerfulness.