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

During the lunch break, Huo Ziming was still sitting upright in his seat, practicing calligraphy.

His handwriting is very beautiful, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, and his pen is like a snake...

(This is much better than his father...=.=)

Beside his seat, as usual, was surrounded by a bunch of little girls.

"Ziming, Ziming, your handwriting is so good~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

"A prince is a prince, everything is so excellent~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

"Prince, can you give me a picture after you write it later? I used the best picture frame imported from France to mount it, and hang it beside my bed, okay???"

But no matter what the nympho girls said, Huo Ziming still remained expressionless.

All his eyes were focused on the white paper in front of him, and his long and slender fingers were slowly exerting force. His expression was leisurely but imminent, making people completely forget that he was only a ten-year-old boy. It's the eminent monk who has attained the Tao... Er... what kind of metaphor is this... how can there be such a handsome eminent monk who attained the Tao...

Just at this time.

Situ Moli walked over.

She was wearing a small pink dress, which made her face as delicate as a flower.

The bow on the head is a limited edition of a certain brand this year, and the Swarovski crystals on it sparkle.

After all, the other little girls were a little afraid of Situ Moli.

Can't help whispering, this princess ran to the prince's seat, what is she doing?

Could it be that the princess couldn't help but bow down to the prince to confess her love?

All eyes were on Situ Moli and then on Huo Ziming.

In fact, looking at it this way, the two of them are quite a match, and they both have a beautiful face that makes people take one's breath away.

But Huo Ziming was obviously much quieter, extremely calm.

On the other hand, Situ Moli's delicate and proud face was taut, her cherry lips biting fiercely.

Obviously she was very nervous.

Indeed, Jasmine's heart was pounding.

She didn't know how Huo Ziming looked at her, in fact, she still hoped that he could look at her respectfully like everyone else, half of it was because of her own status, and usually it was because of her beauty that was enough to be proud of small face.

Will he... like her, just like she... likes him?

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Song Xiaoxue followed Situ Moli and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, are you going to give way? The princess is coming, and you dare not give way. Do you want to die?!"

The other girls did not dare to confront Situ Moli directly, so they could only obediently make way for Moli.

But muttering, obviously also very opinionated.

Song Xiaoxue escorted Jasmine to Huo Ziming.

But Huo Ziming was still writing calmly, not paying attention to the two arrogant little girls in front of him at all.

His writing is leisurely, powerful, and even has a slight smile on his face.

"Hey!!!!"

Song Xiaoxue shouted: "Huo... Huo Ziming, what are you doing there? The princess is here, why don't you see her?"

Jasmine frowned faintly, feeling very unhappy in her heart, how did Xiaoxue talk like this?

She coughed: "Xiaoxue, don't say that..."

"Oh, Jasmine, you are just too kind. This Huo Ziming has been transferred to another school for so long, but he still doesn't come here to have a good word with you. Do you take our princess seriously?"