The President's Forced Love

"Hand over the phone." Fu Lin's black eyes were gloomy, staring at the old butler's hand hidden behind his back.

What did this old bastard do without telling himself again!
The old butler looked calm, "Master, the old man sent a message today, saying that Young Master Yi has returned to China and will stay with you for a few days."

Fu Ye?As expected, the anger in Fu Lin's heart was extinguished successfully. He rubbed his forehead, "Uncle and aunt are still the same?"

The old butler, "It's still the same."

Noisy what should be noisy, what should be played, without any ambiguity.

It was poor Master Ye, a six-year-old child who was often locked at home by irresponsible parents, and almost developed autism.

At that time, the old man rushed to the eldest son's house to see his precious grandson with a gift. He wanted to surprise his grandson, so he quietly entered through the back door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw his precious grandson pitifully huddled in the corner, and the nanny holding a mop pointed at his nose and cursed fiercely.

The moment he saw it, the old man was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He ordered someone to give the brave nanny a hard lesson, and then took his grandson back to the country overnight.

After Fu Lin's uncle and aunt heard the news, they ordered someone to give the nanny a hard lesson, and then boarded the plane to return home anxiously, but was turned away by the furious old man.

In the end, Fu Lin couldn't stand the little uncle who came to the company every day to harass him, so he went to the old man to say a few good words and asked someone to take the child back.

However, although this analogy is not appropriate, the dog can't get rid of eating shit. It didn't take long for the two of them to return to normal, eating, drinking and having fun all day and all night, and left their son to the nanny again.

"What time is the flight?" Fu Lin took the towel from the servant, wiped his hands indifferently, and asked in a cold voice.

The old butler secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Seeing his relaxed appearance, Fu Lin raised the corners of his mouth, and the words he spit out were like Satan's spell, which sent chills down the spine, "Hand over the phone."

Old man, do you think my memory is as bad as yours?
……

In the taxi, Ye Li was struggling to deal with the phone call from the boss.

"What do you mean no interview?"

"Boss Fu has something to do tonight."

The boss sneered, "So Ye Li, what have you been doing all morning? Visiting Fu's?"

In her ear was the boss's sarcasm like a cannonball, Ye Li nodded her head from time to time and said 'huh' twice, with a good attitude of admitting her mistakes.

In the end, the boss couldn't continue cursing, said something coldly, and hung up the phone after hurrying back to the company.

It was noon at this time, and there were not many artists in the company, let alone the first sister Ling Wei who was rarely seen once.

When Ye Li saw her, she looked away indifferently. She must have heard that she didn't interview Fu Lin, so she came to mock her.

"Hmph, some people really have a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper."

"That's right, if it wasn't the diamond, why would it take on the porcelain work? It's a waste of everyone's time."

"The Ye family has never announced this daughter to the outside world, so they must feel ashamed of her, hahaha."

……

Ye Li glanced at those people suddenly, her cold eyes mixed with frost inexplicably sent chills down the spine.

Those people suddenly fell silent, and found that they were frightened by Ye Li.

Damn it, I'm just a small anchor, so I have nothing to be afraid of.

Ye Li raised her chin slightly, her delicate face was graceful and disdainful, "You are so free, why don't you care more about your good sister."

I heard that because of Fu Lin's words, she, Ye Yun'er, lost a lot of big-name endorsements at home and abroad.

"As for my affairs," she suddenly darkened, "it's not your turn to care about it."