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was with.He had eaten egg noodles upstairs, taken a warm bath, and was blow-drying his hair. Ye Feimo lazily lay on the bed reading his financial magazine, while Wen Nuan blew her hair and said, "Ye F..."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. 。 indifferently. She wouldn't refuse to act in Anning International's play if Han Bi came, as long as Fei Mo agreed.Han Bi's heart was filled with joy. After enduring a day of grievances, she finally f...