Fruit Store's Bottle

This is a hot-blooded story.
This is a story of growth.
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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.
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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?
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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
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[The Chapter of Passion]
"Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier."
——What is your belief?
——You.

How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

It was a long call log, Mo Shangjun glanced over it casually, too lazy to check the date and exited directly.


She really didn't remember who Ji Ruonan was. Just like she didn't remember Lin Qi.


However, in her view, there wasn't much difference—anyway, there were no memorable characteristics.


As for how closely she interacted with Ya Tianxing, that was also beyond her concern.


She found the first number in the contact list.


Mo Shangjun clicked in and sent a text message to A.


After sending it successfully, she tossed her phone away, stood up, and went back to the bedroom.


Less than five minutes passed, and she emerged dressed in casual attire.


A turtleneck sweater with jeans, slippers on her feet, carrying a brown cloak in her hand.


096, Yan, Happy New Year_1