and seriousness."Do you think we're talking about the same thing" Wen tried to speak calmly to him, certain she was, but unsure of him. His eyes burned with a heat that felt like it could strip her ba..."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. 。rt my popularity. That's secondary though. The most important thing is, I don't want to be labeled as 'Ye Shao's wife'. I'm Warmth, an artist, and I want to achieve something in the entertainment indu...