The President's Forced Love

A man in a tailored thin suit stood at the door, his handsome face was full of dignity and indifference.

He looked at the three people in the reception room, and when his eyes fell on Ye Li who was on the sofa, he obviously frowned, and then said in a deep voice, "You are not Arnold, Ye Li, what are you doing here?"

Her body was stiff, and a look of helplessness quickly flashed in her eyes. She forced a smile, "Let me see how your injury is doing."

With a sneer, Fu Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light shining in his deep eyes, "Women are really fickle. A few days ago, they yelled that I would not forgive me even if I died, and now they come here to beg for peace." ?”

There was obvious sarcasm and contempt in his words, causing Ye Li to bite her lower lip tightly, her face full of embarrassment.

Sure enough, he still blamed himself.

Irene was stunned as she watched from the sidelines. This development is not right. Young Master Fu's reaction can be happy, disappointed, or even angry, but it can't be ridiculed.

She didn't react until she was invited out of the reception room.

"Ye Li, are you okay?" In the car, Irene looked at Ye Li's pale face and asked worriedly.

Taking a breath, Ye Li smiled and said softly, "I'm fine."

Now that she has made a choice, she must persevere. Thinking about how Fu Lin persisted in the first place, she will have unlimited motivation.

Fu Lin waited for her for four years, and she also honed herself in adversity for four years.If she was scared to give up by these few words, then she really lived this time in vain.

Looking at her suspiciously, Irene curled her lips and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't be too sad, according to Mr. Fu's awkward temper, I guess he was trying to annoy you on purpose."

With a chuckle, Ye Li frowned, "I also think it's very possible."

Seeing her smile, Irene's heart finally fell down.She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then how are you going to announce to the outside world that you are back? You can't pretend to be that woman Arnold every time you go to find Fu Shao, right?"

With a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, Ye Li looked at the distance of the road and said in a deep voice, "Old Shi passed an invitation to Satan, inviting him to attend his granddaughter's 20th birthday dinner."

"Old Shi?" Irene's eyes widened exaggeratedly. Because she was obsessed with Satan, she checked all the masters in Huaguo by the way, and this old Shi was a famous painter among them.

Old Shi is paranoid and perverse, a little old man who is not easy to speak.This was also the first time he held a dinner party in public, which caused quite a stir in the art world.

Invitations to this dinner party can be said to be hard to buy. Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries wanted to use this dinner to get closer to Shi Lao, but they were helpless.

"You said Mr. Shi handed you an invitation card?" The volume unconsciously increased a lot, and Irene asked loudly in disbelief.

This Old Shi is notorious for his poisonous mouth. It is said that even Gauguin's paintings were criticized by him as worthless. Why is there no soul, moaning without illness, playing tricks, if it weren't for this Gauguin, he would be a faceless The master, probably will have to quarrel with Shi Lao.

And such picky old Shi actually handed over an invitation to Satan?

Giving a dizzy smile, Irene blushed and cupped her little face happily.

The male god is amazing.

Seeing her expression, Ye Li guessed what she was trying to figure out by herself.Three black lines floated across her forehead, and the corners of her mouth twitched wildly, "Irene, look at me! Stop fantasizing."