her grip, her face ferocious as she clutched the newspaper. Wen Jing gave her a sidelong glance, with murderous intent, she moved slightly away 。Warm thought, originally thought that the newspaper wo..."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. 。kind of love is too easy, I don't believe it, I'm sorryMo Chen, I feel so distant from you. To be honest, I really liked you back then. It wasn't love at first sight, maybe you forgot You helped me ou...