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he steering wheel, Damn it.Last night, Han Biqiang kissed him. He was caught off guard. After stabilizing her figure, he almost immediately pushed her away. How could the entertainment reporters have..."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. 。entually.Gui Mian was drenched in cold sweat, his lips pale. Wu Shuang knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but how could they escape the Devil Castle The perimeter was heavily guarded, and the Duke...