Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Although Jasmine is no longer the princess she used to be, she still has a lot of self-respect.

She didn't want to beg Huo Ziming, they used to be friends, equal friends.

How did I fall to the point where I was going to beg him today, begging him to tell me about my destiny!

This will make her feel like she's messed up!

But she had no other choice, Derk had already left, and if she came here to wait tomorrow, she probably wouldn't be able to wait for anything.

Delk is very shrewd, he will definitely not tell her, his only hope is Huo Ziming!

—she had to do this...

In fact, Jasmine had another thought in her mind. Deep in her heart, she really wanted to go up and talk to Huo Ziming, and really wanted to see if he still recognized her and remembered her, but she couldn't find an excuse. She couldn't find a reason.

If you can ask him about the selection results of the contest, that would be a reason, an excuse!

I don't know which thought was more driven by it. When Jasmine realized it, she had already rushed to the door of the Rolls-Royce like lightning, and stretched out a hand, which was about to be closed by only five centimeters. The car door is blocked.

Jasmine was actually not very strong at first, but for some reason, it seemed that Superman's will was driving her now, making her hold on to the car door tightly, refusing to let go.

—

The man in the car frowned heavily, not knowing what happened.

After a while, he slowly pulled down the brown car window and glanced at the woman outside.

Jasmine's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She really wanted to know what would happen to Huo Ziming when he saw her?

He would smile politely and say politely: "Oh, Jasmine, we haven't seen each other for so long!"

Or, continuing the dislike he had for him back then, he would snort coldly, turn around and leave...

or what?

But all of Jasmine's imaginations were in vain.

Huo Ziming didn't respond at all.

Jasmine thought that at least when she saw her, there would be a slight wave in Huo Ziming's eyes, even if that wave was a wave of disgust, there should be a wave of reaction.

But she was wrong, completely wrong.

She found that when she and Huo Ziming stared at each other with only [-] centimeters between them, there was nothing strange in Huo Ziming's eyes.

In those deep black eyes, there was hardly even her shadow reflected.

After a long while, he moved his lips lightly, and said politely to her in fluent English: "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Jasmine was completely stunned, why did he look at herself like that?

As if he didn't know himself, he also spoke English to her!

This blow made her feel as if she had been struck by lightning. She stood there looking at Huo Ziming's face, speechless for a long while.

It seemed that something stuck to her lips, and she suddenly felt that she was a fool. She still remembered the memory back then, but to Huo Ziming, that was nothing!

...he had long forgotten...

Huo Ziming looked at the woman in front of him, her cheeks were covered with sweat, her cheeks were flushed, and she was wearing a dirty T-shirt and jeans, obviously she looked like a student.

Do you have anything to do with yourself?

Still looking for trouble?

I don't have time to accompany him.

He said coldly: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first!"