。“Fang Liu Cheng’s voice lacked its usual coldness and hardness, instead with a touch of gentleness. It was as if he were still the warm and affectionate young man, time seemed to rewind back to when..."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. 。aobei looked at Mo Chen, seemingly disbelieving him. She murmured to herself, "No wonder Mu Mu had me come to Rome in the beginning, no wonder your family has been so kind to us, it turns out you don'...