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Chapter 361

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Mochen walked to the changing room, picked up his suit and left the golf course.

When he returned to the hotel, the people from the President's Palace were already waiting for him.

Two men in black suits bowed. "Mo Shao, His Excellency the President wants to see you."

Mochen's eyes were as dark as ink. He gently adjusted his suit with his long fingers and glanced at the Lincoln Stretch Limousine.

A man opened the door.

Mochen got into the car.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the President's Palace. He Lianxiao had been waiting at the usual dining place for a long time.

Mochen walked over. "His Excellency the President."

He Lianxiao pointed to the seat beside him. "Sit."

Mochen sat down.

He Lianxiao glanced at Mochen. Seeing that he had not said a word for a long time, he spoke frankly. His voice was as warm as the spring breeze. "How many days have you been in the Capital?"

Mochen replied, "A few days."

He Lianxiao smiled meaningfully and did not say a word.

Mochen raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "I'm really sorry. I can't accompany His Excellency the President for dinner. I've booked a flight back to Southport tonight."

He Lianxiao's thin lips moved slightly. "It's alright. It's been a long time. I'll get someone to send you back after dinner."

Mochen took off his suit and put it aside. "Then I'll do as you say."

He Lianxiao looked at the helper beside him. "Serve dinner."

The two of them ate and chatted casually. The atmosphere was good.

Suddenly, He Lianxiao looked up and glanced at Mochen. "Why didn't you bring your girlfriend over?"

Mochen said, "She likes singing. She insisted on participating in a variety show called 'Music Intern'. It's starting in a few days. She's practicing hard and is a little too busy. I'll definitely bring her over the next time I come."

He Lianxiao nodded lightly. "Not bad. She's quite interesting."

Mochen said, "It's a hobby. You have to support it. If he has a bad temper, he might throw a tantrum."

He Lianxiao glanced at Mochen with interest. "Oh, indulging his girlfriend's temper. Mo Shao has impressed me."

Mochen smiled calmly. "It's better to pamper a girl. She's still young and insensible."

He Lianxiao understood. This meant that as long as he liked her, he could spoil her. If she didn't, well, with her appearance, he wouldn't indulge her in the slightest. It had nothing to do with her status or temper.

He picked up the cup on the side, took a sip of water, and said elegantly, "What kind of woman could make Ah Chen care so much about her? I'm getting more and more curious."

Mochen replied, "She's quite an ordinary girl."

He Lianxiao chuckled.

Normal?

No matter how ordinary it was, just the fact that it could make Mochen like it was extraordinary.

He could naturally find out if he wanted to, but there was no need for him to.

Mochen looked at He Lianxiao. "I remember that I went to the Rong family once to talk about canceling the engagement. I don't know if I need to go again …"

He Lianxiao waved his hand lightly. "There's no need for that. It's Yanyan who's not sensible and caused you so much trouble."

Mochen replied, "It's alright."

He Lianxiao rubbed his eyebrows as if he had a headache. "My sister only has this one child. She's usually a little more pampered."

Mochen didn't say a word.

He Lianxiao's eyes darkened.

Back then, he really liked Mochen.

The Mo family had always been neutral. Old Master Mo wasn't good at politics and had a proud character.

He didn't have any children and had hoped that Rong Yan and Mochen would get married as soon as possible. Once they had a child, they could raise him well and inherit the family.

However, a melon that was forcefully twisted would not be sweet!

Furthermore, Mochen wasn't someone who could be easily manipulated. He wouldn't be able to twist it forcefully.

When it was almost ten o 'clock, he glanced at the wall clock. "It's getting late. I'll get someone to send you back to Southport."

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