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ng. Every inch of skin radiated a potent hunger, yet she told him...I got my period.This undoubtedly doused the raging fire with a bucket of ice water.She was so warm she didn't dare to move. She sat..."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. 。n Cheng Anya heard the sound and went in, Ye Feimo's fist was pressed against the mirror, the mirror cracked into four or five pieces, his fist was bloodied, and he was hunched over, dejected and dish...