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

"It's okay...can I talk to you?"

"I am very busy."

"What are you busy with? There are no customers." Jasmine pursed her lips.

"Can't I feed the pigeons?"

"Oh... yes, yes..."

"Nothing, I'm leaving first."

"Hello!" Jasmine stopped him suddenly, and after a while, she spoke, her voice was a bit erratic, "You...you look a bit like a person."

"Who? Your ex-boyfriend? Got you pregnant and dumped you?"

"...Why are you so mean-spirited?"

"I can tell by the look in your eyes, why? He is as ugly as me?"

"You're wearing a mask, how do I know if you're ugly or not?"

Jasmine stretched out her hand to remove his mask, but the man stepped back, "What are you doing?"

"I just want to see what you look like."

"You can watch it if you want? Go away, don't bother me, be careful that I'm going to beat someone up."

"Then... how can I see your appearance?"

The man sneered: "On the bed."

"You!..." Jasmine took a step back in shock.

"Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm not interested in oriental women. Just kidding, I'm leaving."

"I……"

The man suddenly said coldly: "Are you bored, or too lonely, strike up a conversation with everyone?"

"No way." Jasmine said angrily, "I have a boyfriend, okay?"

"What about the others?"

"He..." Jasmine pursed her lips, "He's in China."

"Oh, then what are you doing here? You don't like him?"

"Who said I don't like him!" Jasmine shouted towards the sky, "I like him so much!!"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I like him too much, but I can't like him." Jasmine smiled faintly, "Okay, goodbye, he wouldn't come here if you weren't him."

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After that, the man disappeared for a long time.

Jasmine stood in the square and waited every day, would he never show up again?

Who... is he?

Finally one day, he appeared again.

Still dusty.

Jasmine stood in front of his eyes.

"It's you again." The man said wearily, "I'm very tired and I don't have time to chat with you."

"It's not chatting, I'm here to do business with you." Jasmine took out ten pounds and said with a smile, "Come and draw me a picture."

"Oh, okay." The man picked up the pen and wrote quickly.

Jasmine sat obediently in front of him.

Generally speaking, this kind of street painter only draws a rough sketch, which can be completed in less than half an hour, but Jasmine sat in front of him, from morning to noon, and from noon to afternoon, the man's painting remained the same. Not finished.

Jasmine couldn't help but said to him: "Hey, what exactly are you painting, why did you not finish painting after so long?"

The man didn't even raise his head, and continued to write vigorously. Jasmine sat there and didn't move, so she waited until the man stretched his waist and said, "The drawing is finished."

Only then did Jasmine say, "Then give me the painting."

"You can't read it now." The man folded a scroll and handed it to Jasmine: "You can read it when you get home."

Then the figure of the man packed up the painting materials and left gracefully.

Jasmine took the scroll of paintings and returned to the apartment with mixed feelings. When she opened those scrolls, she was shocked.

In fact, when she saw that tall and straight figure feeding the pigeons there, she had already felt it, but seeing those scrolls, her tears still fell uncontrollably.

It was not one painting, but many, many paintings, forming a large scroll, and those paintings did not show her appearance today.