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pulled his hand away. Too much, who does that"No one recognized you even at night.""That won't do," Wen said warmly, firmly grabbing his hand and placing it on her waist. She held on tight, preventi..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。back down and retorted by raising her chin. They each shot the other a few icy glares, then snorted in unison, turning their heads in opposite directions—one to the left, one to the right—their auras...