No matter whether it was the private relationship between the two or the intertwined interests between them, the president hoped that he could recover his mory.
Lu Moqing had no more doubts about this issue and heard Qiaoxu say:
"In a week, Tang Mu will hold a charity banquet at the Presidential Residence. Huang Fu will also be present, and we will be invited by the president to attend the charity banquet. At that ti, we will have a legitimate reason to go."
Without thinking, Lu Moqing agreed, "Alright, I’ll follow your arrangents."
If Huang Fu could really help him recover his mory, it would be a great thing, after all.
As long as he regained his mory, he would not be too passive in doing anything.
Hearing his reply, Qiaoxu chuckled, "You’ll listen to ? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you off?"
"Go ahead and sell if you want. Anyway, I’m penniless now, and I’m not worth much if you sell ," Lu Moqing sighed.
"Oh, do you feel wronged? Do you want to return all the assets under my na to you?"
"No!"
Lu Moqing imdiately refused, "A man with money becos evil, and I am happy to be poor now."
Qiaoxu saw his serious remark and began to laugh.
The original suppressed mood suddenly beca lighter.
United States, Boston.
This is an independent Chinese-style villa, both the architectural style and decoration style are designed according to pure Chinese aesthetics.
This villa belongs to Rong Ying. After she settled in the United States, Lu Moqing specially had soone build this house for her.
In the spacious Chinese-style living room, the tea fragrance filled the air, and the white smoke blurred the faces of the two people sitting in front of the tea table.
"I don’t understand why you let Lu Moqing go twice, what were you thinking?"
The first to speak was a man, his voice sounded sowhat old.
The woman sitting in front of him was Rong Ying.
She looked up at the man opposite her, her face clearly contemptuous, and said:
"It’s nothing. After all, he was raised by like my own son. How could I bear to send him to his death?"
Rong Ying’s words were half-true and half-false, but the man opposite did not believe what she said.
After listening, he sneered:
"If that’s the case, why did you erase his mory?"
Rong Ying paused in her tea-drinking, looked at him again, and said:
"Don’t you want Tang Mu to stop sitting in the president’s seat? With Lu Moqing’s mory gone, he can only listen to . As for that fool Su Rou, use her if she is useful, kick her away if not, it has no impact."
She put down her teacup and said:
"Isn’t it better to make Lu Moqing work for you than to kill him? The whole Lu’s estate can be your treasury. What’s there to be discontented with?"
The man’s tone softened sowhat when he heard this.
He looked at Rong Ying and said:
"But Lu Moqing is no ordinary person after all. Even though he’s lost his mory, it still makes people feel uneasy."
At this point, he paused, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"Do you really think that with his mory gone, Lu Moqing would let you manipulate him as you wish?"
Upon hearing his words, Rong Ying couldn’t help but frown, and her face darkened.
"What? Do you doubt my hypnotic abilities?"
"No, not really."
The man laughed, his face showed so ingratiating expression, "Who would doubt your abilities?"
Seeing Rong Ying’s face eased slightly, he continued:
"But with his mory gone, Lu Moqing is not a fool, so how can you be sure that he will let you manipulate him?"
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