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

Thinking of this, she rushed over and helped Huo Ziming who was stumbling on the telephone pole.

At this moment, Huo Ziming seemed to have realized that the Su Mo in front of him was not his illusion, but a real existence.

He also realized that the wine he was drunk was still in front of her... vomited.

This really made him too depressed.

He raised his face viciously and growled, "Why are you helping me? My whole body is very dirty, get out of here!"

"No, even if the whole body is very dirty, I will support you, otherwise what if you fall down?"

Jasmine patted his back recklessly, smoothed his back, and massaged his temples and the back of his neck.

While asking softly in the ear, "how is it, is it better?"

"I've said it all, don't do such old mother-like things, it's not suitable for you at all..."

"What old lady, she is obviously the most beautiful girl in the universe full of youth..."

"Don't be disgusting!"

A warm feeling flashed across Huo Ziming's heart, but his mouth was still stubborn, and he wanted to push Jasmine away.

... What if her clothes get dirty?

But he hadn't finished vomiting in the first place, and Jasmine slid down his back again, which made his stomach unbearably convulsed again.

Then, he held on to the telegraph pole again, ready to vomit. . . . . .

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Jasmine hurriedly supported his shoulders, looking at him, Huo Ziming's face was flushed, he really didn't want his ugly appearance to be seen by Jasmine.

He has always had to put on a perfect posture, never willing to let his fragility be seen by others.

And this other person is none other than this woman who has always held a special place in his heart.

But at this moment, even though reason told him not to vomit in front of her, how could he control his stomach cramps?

He just vomited like this, and he also vomited on Jasmine's shoes and skirt, but Jasmine didn't mean to criticize him or think it was dirty at all.

She slowly and carefully took out a small handkerchief from her bag and wiped the corners of Huo Ziming's mouth, neck, and the stained shirt, and finally her own skirt.

At this moment, she finally felt that he needed her...

This feeling is really good...

Huo Ziming took a deep breath, and after vomiting, he became more conscious. He was blown by the night wind, making him think about everything tonight, and he was sure that the woman in front of him was not a dream.

At this moment, on a clear night after the rain, the stars shone on their faces.

Beside this telephone pole covered with small advertisements, although there is still the vomit just now.

But the atmosphere between the two of them seems to be filled with a wonderful flavor that makes one's heart fascinated.

It was as if both of them wanted this moment to last forever.

Jasmine looked at it, and couldn't help being a little dazed, and then she patted the back of her hand, thinking that she was too stupid, why are you still here in a daze?

He just threw up, he must need a rest.

She asked Huo Ziming, "Do you want to drink water? Or drink something else, energy drinks to replenish energy, or do you want to sit somewhere? I will help you."

"I've said it all, you don't have to be like an old lady."

Huo Ziming frowned tightly, looking very unhappy.

But Jasmine was still sensitive enough to detect some kind of pity and comfort from his eyebrows.