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Mo Xiao Bai's blood surge up and vomit a mouthful of blood. 。Because of his speed, everyone didn't react in time to see the change in tactics. Mo Xiaobai himself didn't feel it... Mo Xiaobai tried..."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. 。of losing face back then and said they liked each other, perhaps it was one-sided. 。After all, young people are passionate and impulsive. Sometimes they act hastily without considering the consequence...