Evil president, forced love

"Mom!" Ouyang Ting rolled out of bed as if seeing a savior, rubbed against Zhou Yuehua, looked up at her with teary eyes, "Mom, you are here! The old man is going to kill me Woolen cloth!"

"Why are you in the hospital!" Zhou Yuehua exclaimed, and immediately helped his son up, "Let mom see, he's lost weight!"

"He's still thin! He's ten catties heavier than that old sow in the pigsty!" Ouyang Zhengyun was speechless.

"You still have the nerve to talk!" Zhou Yuehua looked at Ouyang Zhengyun with anger on his face, "Why, you want to abuse your son while I'm not here?!"

"I……"

Before Ouyang Zhengyun could speak, Ouyang Ting burst into tears exaggeratedly, "Mom! You don't know, because of this broken painting, Ouyang Zhengyun, an old man, chased me all day and all night!"

Zhou Yuehua turned her head and looked at the painting in the hands of the man in black, "What's wrong with this painting...?"

"I just want to take a look at this painting." Ouyang Ting replied with a little confidence.

"Look?!" Ouyang Zhengyun pointed at Ouyang Ting angrily, and roared, "Send someone to steal my paintings from the exhibition, and then please girls, how can I raise such a rebellious son!"

"Ah Ting, is what your father said true?" Zhou Yuehua also turned serious.

Ouyang Ting immediately smiled and comforted Zhou Yuehua, "Mom, do you think your son is that kind of person! It's all my dad, he's exaggerating!"

"You bastard!" Ouyang Zhengyun said as he was about to rush forward.

"Okay!" Zhou Yuehua raised his voice, and Ouyang Zhengyun immediately stopped in place. Zhou Yuehua glanced at him, "You take the painting back first."

"But, this bastard..."

"Leave this to me." Zhou Yuehua interrupted Ouyang Zhengyun.

Ouyang Zhengyun glared at Ouyang Ting angrily, and then looked at Zhou Yuehua, "You will spoil my son sooner or later! Look at Tang Jun, I don't know how much better than him!"

"If you think the third master is good, you can recognize him as your son!" Ouyang Ting glared at his father angrily.

"Do you think I don't want to!" Ouyang Zhengyun stomped his feet angrily, pointed at Ouyang Ting's nose and cursed, "Why did I raise such a prodigal son like you!"

"Okay, you go and put the painting away first, and I'll tell him a few words." Zhou Yuehua comforted Ouyang Zhengyun.

"Mom, he scolded me so much, you didn't stand up for me!" Ouyang Ting lay in Zhou Yuehua's arms, pretending to be pitiful.

"Shut up, you!" Zhou Yuehua glanced at Ouyang Ting sullenly, with reproach in his tone.

Seeing this situation, Ouyang Ting immediately lay down on the hospital bed obediently, pretending to be 'pretty and pitiful'.

It seems that not only the old man loves this painting, but also the old lady has a soft spot for this painting.

"Look at his appearance! He doesn't look like a man at all!" Ouyang Zhengyun still looked overwhelmed.

"Okay, you can send the painting back first." Zhou Yuehua reassured.

"Huh!" Ouyang Zhengyun snorted coldly, turned around and left with a flick of his hand.

Zhou Yuehua sat on the edge of Ouyang Ting's hospital bed, looked up at Jinse, "Ah Ting is just to please you?"

Obviously, because of that painting, Zhou Yuehua's first impression of Jinse was not very good.

"Mom, it's none of Jinse's business!" Ouyang Ting immediately accepted Zhou Yuehua's words and helped Jinse out.

"You haven't said you yet!" Zhou Yuehua turned her head and stared at Ouyang Ting, "Don't you know how important that painting is to your father?! You even sent someone to steal it! I think you are promising!"

"Isn't it just a painting!" Ouyang Ting whispered back.

"Do you know what this painting represents!" Zhou Yuehua growled a little angrily.