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

"How do you go to work like this? Look at your neck."

Jasmine looked down, yes, all kinds of ambiguous traces on the collar of the shirt...

"Then...then I'll go home...to change clothes..."

"To your house or to my house?" Huo Ziming smiled meaningfully.

"Of course it's my house, do you have my clothes at your house?"

"Okay, let's go back to your house, where is your house?" Huo Ziming twisted the steering wheel and asked.

"My home is..." Jasmine was stunned after speaking halfway.

That's right... She lives with her father now, but Huo Ziming must not let Huo Ziming know that she lives there!

That way, Huo Ziming will immediately find out that she is his father's daughter. What if he cross-examines himself and finds out that he is Situ Moli, remembers what happened back then, and gets sick again!

Although many things have to be faced sooner or later, today is a special day. It is the two of them who handed each other over to each other. She is also very tired and does not want to have another twists and turns on this day. !

So she coughed, "Forget it, I'm not going home."

"Then you go back to my house?" Huo Ziming blinked and smiled.

"Why go back to your house? I don't want to go back to your house, and your house doesn't have the clothes I want to wear..."

"I'll go to the mall to buy it for you in a while!"

"You don't know what size I wear..." Jasmine protested softly.

"Of course I know."

"Hey, how do you know?" She raised her head, looking at him like a curious baby.

"Because..." he chuckled, "I've touched it before, I'm not a fool, of course I know!"

Xiao Nizi's face suddenly turned into a tomato: "... I hate it!"

"Okay, don't say so much, I'll pass by the mall in a while, I'll stop for a while, you just wait there obediently, what color and style of clothes do you like?"

"I... don't care. Anyway, your aesthetics are so bad that you don't understand. You just need to let me go to work for a while without being kicked out by the security guards at the gate."

"Okay then..." Huo Ziming stepped on the brake, got out of the car, and thought to himself, "Little boy, do you still want to go to work today? Don't worry, I will never let you go..."

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Jasmine sat alone in the passenger seat, waiting and waiting.

She didn't realize that the feeling of waiting for someone was so unbearable before. She curled up and smelled his smell all over herself.

That smell, mixed with mint aftershave, a touch of smoke, and a man's domineering smell.

For a while, she even lost her mind.

So tired and sleepy, she spent most of the night last night without much sleep, she squinted her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the glass.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk.

Could it be that Huo Ziming forgot to bring the car keys?

She opened her eyes sleepily, and suddenly saw a familiar face outside the car window.

With a round face, curly hair, fat, small eyes with a sinister look, it's actually Song Xiaoxue!

She stretched out her fingers and tapped on the window while a word popped from her lips.

Because the sound insulation effect of the car windows is very good, Jasmine couldn't hear what she said, but from the shape of her lips, she could read: "Bitch! (female cousin)"

Jasmine looked at her coldly.

His expression was very calm, without the slightest bit of tension or anger.

She understands that she has gained too much, which makes people jealous, especially Song Xiaoxue, a bug in the gutter, this kind of twisted woman who puts others down to elevate herself and make herself happy, will be jealous, resentment!