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

Thinking of this, Huo Ziming couldn't help shaking his head. He felt that this woman was indeed a little pitiful. He was thinking about someone, but what was there to think about!

According to the meaning in her words, this man has been away from her for a long time, why should she be miserable here and treat herself as a substitute for that man.

The reason why Huo Ziming thinks this way is because Jasmine said those ridiculous plots, what kind of ink was thrown on his calligraphy, what kind of cat scratched his arm, these are all things he has never experienced, and he completely thinks about them in his memory. Can't afford anything like that.

That's why he judged simply and rudely, the woman must not be talking about him, but someone else!

Seeing her broken-hearted appearance, Huo Ziming felt quite pitiful.

Although he has never really liked anyone, he still yearns for the feeling of liking someone.

——But if you like someone, is it just yourself?

Seeing this girl make herself so embarrassed because of a man who had left her for a long time, Huo Ziming also felt a little sympathetic, stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You misidentified me, I'm not the one in your heart people!"

Jasmine didn't listen to him so much, while clutching his shirt tightly, rubbing his haute couture shirt like a ball of pickles, she murmured: "You...you are so embarrassed! I don't recognize you now! Knowing me, who said that I was the cutest girl in the world? Who said that I should be good friends forever! It's all fake! It's fake! It's fake..."

After she said these words in a slump, her whole body couldn't bear it anymore, and she knelt down on the ground with a snap, her weak shoulders trembling.

She had just vomited out everything in her stomach, and there was nothing to vomit. She just retched, but couldn't vomit anything.

Big drops of tears fell down, Huo Ziming saw her like this, knew that it was impossible to leave her alone, so he could only grab her and walk to his car.

Jasmine didn't know where the strength came from. Even though there was nothing in her stomach, she wrestled with him like a crazy little beast: "Let me go! Let me go! Where are you taking me? You pretend to be You don’t know me anymore, you are pretending that everything in the past no longer exists, what are you doing with good intentions! Get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you again!”

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Huo Ziming doesn't care about her so much. This woman seems to have really gone crazy. Before she goes crazy, he must find a place to settle her down. Otherwise, if someone sees her, they will think that he dumped this woman Woolen cloth!

Huo Ziming opened his car door, threw Jasmine, who was still mad, on the passenger seat, and closed the door coldly, and then he sat in the driver's seat.

Jasmine still stared at him: "Where are you taking me? I don't want to ride in your car! I don't want to ride!" After she finished speaking, she coughed dryly again, clutching her throat.

It was really uncomfortable, she had never been drunk before, the feeling of being drunk was really uncomfortable, the pain in her head was like being cut by a knife, which made her unable to think correctly, she vaguely felt that the person in front of her was Huo Ziming, but really is it?

She can hardly judge whether everything is real or illusion...