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

Unknowingly, before Jasmine's eyes, there appeared in front of Jasmine's eyes the cold-faced but beautiful waitress in the lobby who treated Huo Ziming like a pug wagging her tail.

It was almost as if I was about to stick my plump breasts on it...

Hmph, white women still can't get used to us oriental women, in fact, they are much more shameless than oriental women!

There was an evil fire in her heart, and she said viciously: "Okay, you think I am not good-looking and have a bad figure, go! You go to the waitress just below! She is good-looking and has a good figure. You go to her, let her accompany you, and open a couple's suite with you, what are you doing here!"

"Hey, why are you blushing? Why do you sound so jealous when you speak?" Huo Ziming looked at her expression with great interest, and said leisurely: "You have to figure it out, you are not mine. Girlfriend, why are you so jealous!"

"Who says I'm jealous! I don't like you at all, okay?"

"Why do you come up with me if you don't like me? Don't tell me that you are going to watch TV and practice English on the same bed with me, right?" Huo Ziming deliberately provoked her, "Or you are stupid and naive, and you don't know how to talk to men What does it mean for the two of you to go to the hotel together?"

At this time, Jasmine used her last strength to resist, and blurted out without thinking too much: "Huo Ziming, let me tell you, don't be too narcissistic, you feel too good about yourself. I have been abroad for so many years, and I only like foreign men. I have no interest in Chinese men at all!"

Thinking of the way those foreign men looked at her in the bar just now, Huo Ziming's eyes suddenly became dark.

--yes?

——Do you just want to be played by foreign men?

Immediately, he made an action that even he didn't believe.

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He grabbed Jasmine aside like an eagle catching a chick, and then viciously threw her over to the bed that was big enough to be used as a stage.

Jasmine was thrown to pieces. Although the fabric on the bed was soft, falling from such a high place felt like her waist would be broken.

Moreover, what is Huo Ziming going to do!

Her whole body seemed to be in confusion, from below to above, she stared blankly at the face of Huo Ziming who was bending over.

Her heartbeat was completely out of her control: "Hey, Huo Ziming, you...you...you...what are you doing! Don't do this!"

"What am I doing? What do you think I'm going to do?"

Huo Ziming smiled, stretched out his hand, and pulled off his tie.

His movements are really sharp and chic and... damn sexy.

It made Jasmine feel her throat was dry.

The whole mind seems to be confused.

But before she could utter a word, Huo Ziming had already held the tie in his hand, and immediately turned around and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Jasmine looked at him in panic.

Huo Ziming turned his face, the provocative look in his eyes was no longer there, but complete disdain: "Miss Su, you don't think I really want to do something to you, do you! I was just joking with you just now. Well, I don't want to sleep in this room with you either, now I'm going to open another room, goodbye!"

Jasmine stared blankly at Huo Ziming's tall and straight back for a while before she said, "Ha! So you're playing with me!"

"I'm not playing with you, I just don't want to play with you."