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so hot, yet her heart was cold.She was numb, insensitive, yet her body still reacted to him.This is her tragedy.Ye Fei's actions were crude and violent, laced with humiliation and anger, devoid of the..."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. 。 her head.That is not ink blood, not ink blood, not ink blood...He who is not ink is in danger, he is in danger, he is fighting a war with death.The warm medicine had long fallen to the ground, her fi...