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ofits are not high. Arms and oil are my uncle's, we don't touch drugs."Mo Ye and Mo Jue were once engaged in a fierce battle with the first terror organization. Their financial resources were depleted...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。yet also his opium flower.The woman who was willing to sink."How do I look" she asked warmly, thinking that a woman should always adorn herself to please others. Naturally, Wen Wen hoped to receive pr...