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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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What to do if something affects a person's image? _1

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[You're in charge of selecting thirty people,] Mo Shangjun scanned the message and replied.

——What's the standard?

——Excellence.

——Got it.

As an instructor, Mo Shangjun had to be somewhat prepared.

Mo Shangjun put down her phone.

She grabbed her keyboard, shut down her computer, and heard a WeChat notification again.

——End of the month.

——Can do.

A brief reply.

This time, Ya Tianxing didn't say anything else.

Mo Shangjun waited a moment, then logged off.

At that point, she noticed a friend request in her contacts.

In school, only at the start of each year would people try to add her by all means; after graduation, people she interacted with all used phones to stay in touch, so even fewer added her.

She clicked to see who it was.

[Hello, I'm Ji Ruonan.]

Seven words.

Mo Shangjun glanced at the profile picture.

A bright Five-star Red Flag.

Lazily, she looked away and ignored it.