Evil president, forced love

"Goodbye!" Ouyang Ting stretched out his hand from the car, waved at Zhou Yuehua, and walked away with a 'squeak'.

Zhou Yuehua was so angry that she jumped behind her. How did she give birth to such an unfilial son? He is almost thirty and has no integrity at all.

After Ouyang Ting left Ouyang's house, he went to the old house non-stop.

He was finally able to see Jinse again, woo woo, the heavens have mercy on him!

Ouyang Ting drove the car very fast. It took him only 10 minutes to arrive in half an hour's drive.

When they arrived at the old house, Ouyang Ting immediately took the painting and rushed in.

"Aunt Weng, where's Jinse?" Ouyang Ting looked impatient.

Weng Meiqi looked at the dusty Ouyang Ting, pointed to the upstairs, and before she could speak, Ouyang Ting ran away like a gust of wind.

"This child seems to be in a daze." Weng Meiqi whispered.

Ouyang Ting rushed upstairs, the door of Jinse's room was open, and she was concentrating on drawing inside.

"Jinse, guess what good things I brought you!"

Ouyang Ting walked in as if offering a treasure, and spread the painting in front of Jinse.

"Thank you." Jinse smiled happily.

I don't know why, but every time I see this painting, I feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

It seems that the little girl above is her.

"Fourth Master, do you know the origin of this painting?" Jin Se asked.

Ouyang Ting nodded, "This painting was drawn by my Uncle Jing, and it shows him and his daughter."

"Really..." Jinse murmured.

"Unfortunately, an explosion killed their family." Ouyang Ting couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

He only found out about it later, otherwise, how could his old man and old lady cherish this painting so much.

"Are they all dead?" Jinse was a little startled.

For some reason, hearing Ouyang Ting's words, a faint sadness suddenly filled her heart.

"Dead on the spot. It's just that they have a five-year-old daughter whose whereabouts are unknown. After so many years of searching, there is no news at all. It is estimated that there is no remains of the burned body."

"It's too tragic." Jinse was a little lost.

"So, just leave this painting. My father and mother still want to use this painting to find Uncle Jing's daughter. However, after so many years, even if they are alive, they will have grown up long ago." Ouyang Ting sighed.

"Will you be alive..." Jinse said to herself.

Only then did Ouyang Ting notice Jinse's expression, "Jinse, why are you interested in this painting?"

"I just feel a little familiar." Jinse put away her emotions.

"By the way, my Uncle Jing's daughter was already five years old when she disappeared, and she should have remembered it. After so many years, if she was alive, she would definitely come to us."

"I think she must be alive." Jinse said suddenly.

In fact, she didn't know if she was alive or not, but she hoped that the girl was still alive.

"Jinse, how old are you?" Ouyang Ting looked at Jinse and asked suddenly.

Jinse was puzzled, "Don't you know?"

Ouyang Ting slapped his thigh, and suddenly thought of a wonderful idea, "Jinse, I know how to deal with my mother!"

"Fourth Master, what are you talking about?" Jinse looked puzzled.

Ouyang Ting hugged Jinse excitedly, almost overjoyed, "Jinse, we can finally be together!"