ooked a pork rib winter melon soup.Ye Fei Mo had been sitting in the living room, expressionless, watching anime. Occasionally, when Wen Wen wasn't looking, he would glance into the kitchen and see he..."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. 。d and an air of dominance compared to Cheng Anya's. Coupled with his icy demeanor and frigid voice, the sense of pressure he exuded was even greater.Warmth is an intelligent woman who sees through eve...