aps, this is the life she has been longing for.When Wu Shuang left Nisakna's home, it was already midnight. The Middle East at midnight is particularly quiet. Fallen leaves rustle, palm trees whistle..."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. 。omphe and a corner of the palace within the frame. This requires a high level of skill, and the painting process is also very intricate. He spent two hours painting only half of the Brandenburg Gate....