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

Jasmine's eyes filled with tears—how much should he touch her, is it enough?

She couldn't say a word, she actually owned him for the first time, and possessed him completely. This feeling was like owning a treasure that she never expected to have, that is, owning the whole world.

She originally thought that these years, the two of them were so far apart, he had his own life and feelings, even if he had had other women, it was nothing.Don't those so-called successful people preach that it is impossible for a successful man not to miss the flowers?

But he... he... unexpectedly...

"Don't cry, if you cry again..." Huo Ziming wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, and threatened, "If you are crying, I will immediately turn the first time into the second time!"

"No..." She was startled, stopped crying, and looked at him in fear.

"Fool, don't be here the second time..." He looked at her lovingly...

"Where is that going?"

"Follow me home."

"Ah? Back to your house? But there are many people in your house..."

"I have another house of my own. It's very quiet. Come back with me."

"But today is not the weekend, I have to go to work..."

"No work!"

"why!"

"Today you want to accompany me...you are not allowed to leave anyway..."

At this moment, the door of the movie theater's projection hall suddenly slammed, and then, a ray of light penetrated through the crack of the door.

Jasmine yelled suddenly: "Someone is coming!"

Huo Ziming frowned, quickly buttoned Jasmine's clothes, then put on his own shirt, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and pretended to be asleep...

An old lady came in at the door, and Huo Ziming yelled, "Auntie, we've been stuck here all night!"

"Ah?! There are still people locked up here! I'm so sorry, oh...it must be because my old eyes were dazed last night, I didn't see it, I'm so sorry!"

Huo Ziming didn't have the time to talk to her, so he stood up, stretched his sore legs and feet, and then supported Jasmine to stand up.

Then, a princess hug.

The old lady was still babbling behind: "I'm sorry, both of you!"

Huo Ziming had already walked away with Jasmine in his arms.

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Walking out of the screening hall, it is ten o'clock in the morning, and there is almost no one in the cinema except for a few staff members.

Jasmine blushed and beat Huo Ziming's chest: "Put me down!"

"Don't let it go."

"Why?" Jasmine pouted, "It's not good for others to see..."

"Because..." There was an evil light in Huo Ziming's eyes, and he leaned close to her ear, "Baby, your skirt is dirty..."

"Ah???" Jasmine looked down subconsciously, and suddenly realized something...

She was wearing an off-white skirt yesterday, and the lingering last night... her first time... must have stained the skirt...

No wonder, Huo Ziming kept hugging her, and used his arms to cover the dirty part of her skirt, so that no one else could see it.

After being hugged into the car all the way, Jasmine blushed and said, "Thank you."

"Thank you, this is a good thing I did." He said it with confidence, and Jasmine lowered her head without saying a word. After a while, she said, "That... I, I still have to go to work..."

"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...