The President's Forced Love

He was the least good at reasoning with women, and in the end Bai Fanzhi sneaked to Fu Lin's ward by himself.

At the corner, when he saw the two bodyguards standing at the door of the ward, the feeling of badness in his heart became more and more serious.

He ran to buy a porridge, he walked back slowly, and as expected, he was stopped by the two bodyguards.

"Master Bai, the old master has ordered that no one can enter."

"Ah?" He pretended to exclaim, and asked in confusion, "But didn't the old man ask me to buy some porridge, and drink it when Linzi wakes up?"

The expression on the bodyguard's face did not loosen in the slightest.

When Bo Fanzhi's last bit of patience was exhausted, Fu Lin's roar suddenly came from the ward. The hoarse and desperate voice seemed to be roaring from his throat, which shocked people's hearts.

Immediately unable to control anything, Bo Fanzhi threw the porridge at the faces of the two bodyguards, opened the door and ran in.

"Damn it! What are you doing!"

Looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, Bo Fanzhi rushed over as if pulling away those doctors.

Mrs. Fu winked, and bodyguards immediately stepped forward to restrain him.

Fu Lin's roar on the bed continued, all the veins on his forehead burst out, and his face was as ferocious as a monster.

The doctor talked with Arnold in English, "His sense of autonomy is too strong, and further hypnosis will only make him insane."

The translator immediately translated the original words to Mrs. Fu.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Old Master Fu seemed to have bent his back a little more, "It's really useless, useless!"

Looking at Fu Lin with hatred, he shook his head and walked out on crutches.

Arnold bit his lower lip tightly, his heart full of unwillingness, "If we continue, what is the chance of success?"

The doctor frowned, "30.00%."

30.00%?Arnold murmured, it's actually quite tall, isn't it?
……

Four years later.Tercero.

The Kossela Art Gallery gathers the works of dozens of famous artists, and today, a talented painter who is rising in the art world holds his solo exhibition here, and his name is Satan.

Satan’s style of painting is dark, and most of his paintings are based on exposing and satirizing social phenomena. The only and most special one is this painting of mother and child.

The child in the painting has extremely pure eyes. He looks at the world curiously, but there is an abyss beneath him.

The painters at that time were vying to discuss the deep meaning behind the painting of Satan. Some said that Satan was worried about the education of contemporary children, and some said that Satan compared himself to this child, but these statements were just their conjectures. That's all.

Outsiders are very curious about Satan's identity, but they can't find out his detailed life experience. Even today's art exhibition, he himself was not present.

The art gallery was crowded with people, but it was very quiet. Everyone quietly admired every painting on the wall, and occasionally discussed in a low voice.

A lot of people gathered in front of the painting of mother and child, and everyone's eyes widened, trying to discover the true meaning that Satan wanted to express from the painting.

And among them, stood a pair of mother and child.

The child is three years old, with exquisite facial features, and those black and crystal-clear eyes are as bright as stars, round and very cute.

He might feel a little bored, lying in the woman's arms, playing with the woman's hair with his chubby hands boredly.

"Mommy..." the child called out in a childish voice.