The President's Forced Love

"Grandpa, grandpa, will Lord Satan really come?" The cute girl in a pink evening dress hugged the old man's arm, pouting and acting coquettishly.

The old man was wearing a formal Chinese tunic suit, with a doting smile on his serious face.

Patting his granddaughter's tender little hand, he smiled gently, "It will come," he added with a frown, "But don't get your hopes up, the celebrity who never shows up in public None of them are great."

Although he was optimistic about this kid's strength, he didn't want his granddaughter, whom he loved since childhood, to be taken away by a few paintings like this.

Sticking out his tongue at his grandfather, Shi Xinrui gave a mischievous smile, grabbed his skirt and ran away.

Grandpa is old-fashioned and doesn't understand anything, but Lord Satan is definitely a stunning beauty!
At eight o'clock in the evening, today's little princess Shi Xinrui held her father's hand, smiling at the people who came to congratulate her, while staring anxiously at the door.

Gritting her teeth tightly, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, why isn't Master Satan coming yet!

In the front yard of the stone house, every tree is tied with complicated and delicate lights, which look like falling meteors under the night, which is very beautiful.

Forced by Irene to put on the pair of crystal shoes more than ten centimeters high, Ye Li frowned slightly and prepared to rest on the rattan chair next to her for a while before entering the room.

"Ye Li?" An unbelievable exclamation suddenly sounded in front of her.

Ye Li raised her head, and saw Arnold's complex expression, shock, jealousy and other emotions flashed on her face one by one.

Ye Li sneered disdainfully, looked away and didn't plan to pay attention to her.

After the shock, Arnold quickly calmed down. She clenched her fists tightly, and it took a long time before she recovered her usual haughty posture, "Ye Li, how did you get in as a third-rate painter? Even if you want old Gao Zhi from Panshi, you want to See what you are."

All she knew was that Ye Li had learned painting in Tesero, and she heard that there was an art exhibition.

But in this day and age, as long as there is some money, cats and dogs can hold art exhibitions, not to mention that Ye Li has recognized Andrew now.

It's a pity that there are some things that no matter how rich you are, you can't buy them. Arnold looked at Ye Li with sympathetic eyes, and a gloating smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Shi Lao is notoriously not talkative, let alone someone like Ye Li who spends money to go through the back door, this kind of person will definitely be disgusted by Shi Lao and lose face, and in the end he can only escape here with his tail between his legs!

Ye Li looked at Arnold in her fantasy with a crazy face, the corner of Ye Li's mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes, "Arnold, I'm curious if there is really something wrong with your brain? Even if I'm just a third-rate painter? What are you? ?”

The beautiful fantasy was immediately interrupted, Arnold quickly darkened his face, and stared at Ye Li fiercely with a vicious expression on his face.

She wanted to refute but couldn't find an excuse. In the end, she could only drop a harsh word, and proudly walked into the banquet hall with her head raised.

Staring coldly at Arnold's back, Ye Li slowly raised a cold and bloodthirsty smile, her eyes were so cold that it sent chills down the spine.

Arnold dared to hypnotize Fu Lin, and she would never let her go.

After the soreness on her feet eased, she put on her mask again and walked towards the hall alone.

The lights in the hall were shining, and the cups were intertwined, reflecting every inch of brilliance. The waiters in black uniforms shuttled among the crowd, serving these upper-class people with low smiles.

Suddenly, a deep and magnetic voice sounded.

"Satan has arrived."