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

For a moment, she didn't know where the strength came from, and viciously grabbed the ink bottle on Huo Ziming's desk, and threw it towards the direction where the yin and yang words came from the crowd...

Ink splatter, thankfully most people dodge quickly.

but……

Because Jasmine moved too fast, a few drops of ink dripped from the ink bottle. On the calligraphy that Huo Ziming just wrote, the extremely smooth and beautiful calligraphy that was originally written in black and white was immediately stained with several ink marks, as if A few black tears.

Jasmine was stunned.

I just felt like my whole body was being pricked by needles.

She threw the ink bottle just now, no matter who she hits, she doesn't want to care, the big deal is to lose some money, money, she has plenty, and they deserve it, who wants them to scold their mother!

However, Huo Ziming...

Huo Ziming lowered his eyes and pursed his rose-like lips.

Slowly, slowly staring at his calligraphy for a while.

His movements were very elegant, but it made Jasmine feel a chill run down her spine...

He... what would he do? ...

... He is so arrogant, he doesn't like her so much, and he dirty his calligraphy, will he beat himself up, or scold himself?

If that's the case...in fact, it can be regarded as...a little compensation...

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But Huo Ziming didn't do that.

He just looked at the calligraphy that he spent two noon writing, which was a Father's Day gift he was going to give to his father.

But was ruined by such an arrogant and willful little girl who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth...

There was a little beast roaring in his heart, but he suppressed it in the end. Everyone said that he was just like his father when he was a boy, a boy who was so calm and terrifying.

He just rolled up the words slowly, tilted his head, thought for a while, and crumpled it into a ball!

Then, throw it into the trash can! !

The surrounding audience let out an exclamation!

Everyone saw how much painstaking effort he put into writing this calligraphy, and he didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of lunch, and the calligraphy was indeed very well written. Although everyone couldn't tell the truth, it was really beautiful!

It was because Situ Moli got nervous and dripped ink on the prince's calligraphy, causing the prince to write in vain for the past two days. Situ Moli is too much!

Someone shouted: "Prince, why did you throw away your calligraphy? Isn't it just a few stamps, just rub it and you'll be fine!"

"Yeah, it's so well written, what a pity..."

The nympho little girls were all gearing up, staring at the trash can, thinking that they must snatch the picture and hang it on their bedside.

Jasmine stood there blankly, her heart full of apologies.

She murmured: "Well, Huo, Huo Ziming, yes, I'm sorry...I, I didn't mean it. Actually, I can find someone...to clean the ink..."

Huo Ziming didn't say a word, he didn't bother to talk to such a princess sick woman.

clean up?So easy to say.

Although he is only a ten-year-old boy, he is an extreme perfectionist.

This is also like his father.

His mother would often point his nose at home and say fondly, "You, I learned this bad temper from your father!"

Therefore, he is extremely demanding of perfection. Although he has worked hard for this calligraphy, if it gets dirty, it will be useless.