Evil president, forced love

"What's the matter?" Ouyang Ting immediately became nervous, for fear that Tang Jun would raise any conditions.

"Look at that painting in your house." Tang Jun said.

Ouyang Ting was puzzled, "Which one? You know, my dad is a lover of paintings, and there are too many paintings at home."

"The one you stole in Sanya." Tang Jun replied.

Ouyang Ting frowned a little, "Third Master, why did you think of asking for that painting?"

You know, that painting is the lifeblood of his old man and his wife.

"It's not me, it's Jinse." Tang Jun replied.

When Ouyang Ting heard Jinse's name, he agreed without hesitation.

"Third Master, don't worry, I'll send the painting over tonight!" Ouyang Ting promised.

"En." Tang Jun responded, got up, and left Ouyang Ting's office.

As soon as Ouyang Ting knew that Jinse wanted the painting, she couldn't sit still, picked up her suit jacket, and hurriedly left Ouyang Group and returned to Ouyang's house.

……

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiaodie was eating fruit and watching an idol drama, crying so loudly.

"Ahem!" Ouyang Ting coughed lightly, which caught Xiaodie's attention.

"Fourth Master, why are you back?" Xiaodie was a little surprised, but her face was full of joy.

"This is my home, why can't I come back, but you, why do you stay in my house all day long!" Ouyang Ting said angrily.

Xiaodie pursed her lips, with a look of grievance on her face, "They said, this is my home now..."

"That's right!" Ouyang Ting waved his hands, ignoring Xiaodie, "Where's my mother? Why haven't I seen her?"

"Mom went out to play mahjong." Xiaodie replied.

Play majiang……

Simply a godsend!

Ouyang Ting smiled secretly, then looked at Xiaodie seriously, "You watch TV down there, don't come up, do you hear me!"

Xiaodie nodded, "Oh."

Ouyang Ting went upstairs. He knew that the painting was in the old man's study.

yes!It's you!

When Ouyang Ting got the painting, his face was full of excitement, and he quickly found a bed sheet and wrapped the painting up.

However, just as he was about to go downstairs, he happened to meet Zhou Yuehua coming back.

God!It's good to be 1 minute late!

Zhou Yuehua looked at Ouyang Ting suspiciously, "What are you holding?"

"Painting." Ouyang Ting replied confidently.

"What are you doing with the painting?" Zhou Yuehua was puzzled, but he didn't think about the painting.

"Hanging in the office, it highlights my literary and artistic atmosphere." Ouyang Ting said nonsense.

"It's just you? Still artistic?!" Zhou Yuehua sneered, without saying a word.

Ouyang Ting glanced at Xiaodie on the sofa, and changed the subject, "I tell you! Hurry up and let this girl go home!"

"You bastard! Xiaodie is your wife now!" Zhou Yuehua growled.

"I think it's your wife!" Ouyang Ting said coldly, and said angrily, "You two live together, I'm leaving."

"You brat! See if I don't beat you to death!" Zhou Yuehua said, picked up a pillow, and threw it at Ouyang Ting.

Ouyang Ting dodged lightly, and quickly slipped out of Ouyang's house with the painting in his arms.

After going out, he shouted, "I tell you! I won't come back if she doesn't leave!"

"Little bastard! If you don't come back, put down the painting!" Zhou Yuehua chased him out.

You know, each of the paintings in Ouyang Zhengming's collection is priceless and unique.