ile, was unable to withstand a blank sheet of paper and a single lie.If he hadn't heard Fang Liucheng's ambiguous words on the phone, perhaps he would have trusted her more. Even if Ye Feimo regretted..."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. 。amphor tree, facing a small children's playground with only two or three kids playing. Looking at them with a warm smile made my mood feel warm too.The child is gone, and she blames herself.If I had b...