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ty and fantasy are different, of course. Mo Chen called several times, but Gu Bao didn't react at all. She looked very tired and had no mind to deal with him. Mo Chen didn't want to bother her either...."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. 。speed only happened when they were doing races in the suburbs. Mo Xiaobai's best car had a top speed of 800 kilometers per hour. Most people couldn't handle that kind of speed; it was mostly just for...