Evil president, forced love

"So, what do you mean, that painting may have something to do with your life experience?" An Ran asked.

Jinse shook her head, "I don't know, I think about that painting, just like I am about an ice volcano, and I suddenly think of some pictures."

"I see." An Ran nodded, pondering, "That painting is at Ouyang's house..."

An Ran thought for a while before saying, "Well, let your brother-in-law look for Fourth Master."

Now the person who can take out that painting is Ouyang Ting. If he wants to pass Zhou Yuehua, let alone the door, he probably doesn't even have a window.

"Well, thank you sister." Jinse smiled sweetly.

……

Office of the President of Ouyang Group.

Ouyang Ting was sitting on the office chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at Fan Yao in front of him.

Fan Yao was a little apprehensive, and asked with a guilty conscience, "Master, what do you need from me?"

"Well, I have something to do." Ouyang Ting responded.

But he just didn't say anything, just stared at her.

After half a day passed, Ouyang Ting still didn't say what happened.

Fan Yao stood in front of the desk, her feet were already sore, but Ouyang Ting still didn't intend to speak.

"Young master, you are looking for me... What is it?" Fan Yao couldn't help but ask.

Only then did Ouyang Ting raise his eyes, and looked at Fan Yao casually, "I'm helping you, why, don't you want to?"

"Help me?" Fan Yao was puzzled, but couldn't understand what Ouyang Ting meant.

"Yes, aren't you in charge of monitoring me?" Ouyang Ting said lightly, got up, walked to Fan Yao, and turned around, "Look carefully."

"Young master..." A look of embarrassment flashed across Fan Yao's face.

"I asked you if you looked carefully!"

Ouyang Ting suddenly raised her voice, causing Fan Yao to tremble and nodded hurriedly.

"Now that you have seen it clearly, let's continue to report!" Ouyang Ting looked down at Fan Yao.

Fan Yao shook her head in embarrassment, "Master, I..."

"What are you! Who gave you the guts! How dare you spy on me!" Ouyang Ting suddenly roared angrily.

Fan Yao stood timidly aside, although she was submissive, there was no fear in her eyes.

"Say! Who told you to spy on me!" Ouyang Ting growled.

"Yes... madam..." Fan Yao replied hesitantly.

Ouyang Ting took two steps back, leaned against the edge of the desk, supported the desk with one hand, and looked Fan Yao up and down.

"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise, don't blame me for letting you have no place in Rome!"

Fan Yao felt a little guilty, and couldn't help guessing in her heart, could it be that the young master already knew that the husband was not dead...

"Say!" Ouyang Ting roared angrily, when he couldn't respond to Fan Yao.

Fan Yao was shocked for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Master, it's really madam, it's really madam!"

"Hehe..." Ouyang Ting suddenly laughed, and looked at Fan Yao calmly, "Fan Yao, do you know who is in charge of the Ouyang Group in the end?"

"Of course it's you, young master." Fan Yao replied cautiously.

"It's me." Ouyang Ting walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, then said leisurely, "What I hate the most is when people lie to me."

"Master, I didn't lie to you." Fan Yao replied immediately.

Ouyang Ting nodded. It seemed that she would not tell the truth unless she was given some big tricks.

To deal with such old fritters, you must be ruthless!