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

With some doubts, she pinched her wallet. Fortunately, she brought cash now. If she wanted to find out where a person was in the bar, she only needed to give a tip.

Sure enough, after spending some tips, Jasmine found where Huo Ziming was sitting.

He was in a small private room, and there were many figures in it, which looked very luxurious.

But the sound insulation between private rooms and private rooms is not good.

And the private room he was in, for some reason, the door was ajar.

There was a hustle and bustle from inside.

Jasmine stood at the door and pretended to start making a phone call.

Fortunately, there were quite a few people coming and going here, and no one paid special attention to her.

She heard a man inside the door saying: "Young Master Huo, Young Master Huo, stop drinking. Why do you drink so much? At that time, my sister-in-law will still say that we got you drunk, and then rush over with a kitchen knife. We I can't take this responsibility."

The other said next to him, "Hey, what are you talking about? Miss Sheng is a fairy-like character. How could she scold you? It's even more impossible to carry a kitchen knife, right? Young Master Huo."

He didn't hear Huo Ziming's voice, and Jasmine didn't hear it either.

It seemed that he didn't put the gossip next to him in his ears at all.

Then someone said, "Young Master Huo, stop drinking, really, stop drinking, I really don't know what happened to you today...

You say, you are living a good life, you are going to get married soon, your wife is a beautiful woman, and your business is doing very well, you are much happier than our brothers, what else do you have to drink, what do you have? Worth getting drunk on. . . . .

Alas, if even you have to get drunk, how can we live? . . . . "

Then came Huo Ziming's muffled, drunken voice, "Don't bother me, give me a drink!"

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Jasmine was stunned. She had never heard Huo Ziming speak in such a tone. His original voice was always very serious and serious, with a touch of coldness, as if he was in control of everything, as if he knew everything well. It's all indifference.

But now his voice was a bit stubborn, and a bit determined to do something.

As if, changed a person!

What happened to Huo Ziming?

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud sound, as if someone had made a huge movement and knocked over the wine bottle.

Immediately thereafter someone called the waiter over to sweep the floor.

There was a snap, could it be that Huo Ziming was drunk?

Jasmine stared blankly inside, but there were too many people inside, she could only see a figure that seemed to be Huo Ziming, sitting among the crowd.

But his back was straight and he didn't seem drunk.

Jasmine stood there coldly, feeling as if thousands of thorns had pierced her heart.

She really wanted to break in, tell Huo Ziming not to drink anymore, drinking so much was bad for his stomach and body, and drag him out.

But she also knew that she didn't know anyone inside, and Huo Ziming didn't want to go with her.

She stood there, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Then let her stand here, he drank inside, and drank very sadly, she stood outside, accompanying him, this is another kind of tacit understanding.

Another kind of waiting...