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earlobe, whispered warmly, and then slapped him.His hand gradually moved down, tracing the graceful curve of her waist, lingering on her flat stomach. She felt a warmth that was both annoyed and wan..."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. 。itterness in his heart. Those warm words struck the softest part of his heart. She knew his thoughts. What she said on Christmas Day, she remembered it. If that were the case, why did she remember tho...