Evil president, forced love

"What are you rushing in so fast!" Ouyang Ting looked at Jin Se suspiciously.

She doesn't seem to care about him so much, but if it's Jiang Xian, that bastard, it's still possible.

"I'm afraid that uncle will break your leg." Jinse said truthfully.

"Do I really look so cruel?"

While speaking, Ouyang Zhengyun had already walked in and glanced at Jinse in an old-fashioned way.

Jinse immediately put the painting on her chest, and then stopped in front of Ouyang Ting.

"Dad, tell me about you, you chased me all day and night for a broken painting, what are you doing! It's fine now, my ass is disfigured!"

Ouyang Ting was full of complaints, as his father, he was as good as Tang Jun's old man, otherwise, he wouldn't have been stationed in the capital for a long time!

"The ass is disfigured?!" Ouyang Zhengyun became furious when he heard this. This kid stole his painting, and he was justified. "Believe it or not, I will make you disfigured!"

"Yes!" Ouyang Ting immediately surrendered, glanced at the painting in Jinse's hand, "You should take this painting back."

Jinse frowned slightly, and hugged the painting even tighter, with a reluctance on her face.

"Jinse, you give him the painting first. Later, I'll get you a better one." Ouyang Ting held Jinse's arm and discussed.

Jinse glanced at Ouyang Zhengyun, hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly handed over the painting.

Ouyang Zhengyun took the painting and checked it over like a treasure, for fear of any damage.

"It's intact." Jinse said in a muffled voice.

Ouyang Zhengyun confirmed it himself, and then he was completely relieved, and then looked at Ouyang Ting, "Don't go back to Italy in this life, otherwise, let's see how I deal with you!"

"I gave you all the paintings, what else do you want! Be careful that I sue you in front of my mother!" Ouyang Ting used his trump card.

This old man has been a soldier for half his life. He is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is afraid of his mother!

"Oh!" Ouyang Zhengyun snorted coldly, and approached Ouyang Ting step by step, "It seems that I have to clean up you today!"

"Mom! Your son is going to be beaten to death by this old man! Help!" Ouyang Ting yelled without image.

"Hehe..." Ouyang Zhengyun smiled sinisterly, and moved his wrist while walking towards Ouyang Ting, "Save your energy, your mother is still playing mahjong in Italy!"

"Uncle, what do you want to do?" Jinse looked at Ouyang Zhengyun's posture, and quickly put Ouyang Ting behind him.

"It seems that you, little girl, like my son?" Ouyang Zhengyun looked at the two of them playfully.

"Dad, you've already taken the paintings, so hurry up, I'm still injured." Ouyang Ting quickly changed the subject.

"You hide in the capital all day long, I can't cure you, now in Sanya, I have to give you a long memory!"

As Ouyang Zhengyun said, he carefully handed the painting into the hands of the man in black behind him, and told him with reassurance, "Take it, if it is bad, I will only ask you!"

"Yes, Mr. Ouyang." The man in black responded and stepped aside.

"Dad, what do you want to do!" Ouyang Ting immediately became nervous.

The old man did what he said and never joked with him.

"What do you think?" Ouyang Zhengyun rolled up his sleeves and asked back.

"Mom! Help!" Ouyang Ting yelled heart-piercingly, looking at his father in despair.

"It's useless even if you broke your throat today. It's your mother who spoiled you. I'll educate you today!"

"I want to see if it works!"

Ouyang Zhengyun's voice fell, and a majestic female voice suddenly came from the door.