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elders of the Wen family also saw the newspaper and called to offer their warmth. Cai Xiajing answered the phone, as Wen Nuan was filming and the morning entertainment paper hadn't arrived on set yet..."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. 。in his heart. He only bent down and hugged Mo Yao tightly, his head resting on Mo Yao's shoulder, overflowing with grievances. 。A wave of heat washed over Mo Yao's neck, he wanted to raise his head a...