"I know it's not easy, that's why I'm coming to you. My father is getting old, he can't stand the torture of prison. As long as he can come out safely, I promise you the terms we agreed on before. " 。..."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. 。tairs. Wen Lan glared at Tang Shuwu, "Didn't I tell you to keep your distance from her Next time if she really dies, don't even go see her. What are you making such a scene for Can't you handle someth...