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

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 and practiced for a long time for this calligraphy.

But if it gets dirty, it's useless.

He does not want imperfect things, what he wants must be flawless.

Especially, it's a gift for Dad!

If it's dirty, it's garbage, don't want it.

He ignored Jasmine and stood up on his own.

But Jasmine panicked even more, and pulled at the corner of his clothes regardless of her appearance: "You... don't be angry... I, I will compensate you, okay... I... I will compensate you for everything you want... It doesn't matter how much money you have... This is not enough, please don't look like this..."

Huo Ziming turned his head coldly, staring at Jasmine's little hand holding the hem of his clothes.

That little hand was actually as cute as a doll's little hand, but in Huo Ziming's eyes it was as hateful as a crow's claw.

He picked his lips: "Release."

"Ah?" Jasmine was completely overwhelmed by his light words, she stared blankly at the boy's face, the once proud princess was gone, tears rolled in her eyes.

"I said, Your Royal Highness, not everything can be bought with money." Huo Ziming looked at the flushed little girl with a cold expression, not like a ten-year-old boy at all, "And the real princess, too. Not so tacky."

"I...I...I..." Jasmine's lips were dry, she didn't know what to say.

Huo Ziming sneered, bowed his head and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, Huo Ziming and Jasmine discovered at the same time that Huo Ziming's white sneakers were also stained with ink.

Jasmine seemed to be about to cry now.

Huo Ziming didn't say anything, and just left.

Jasmine followed behind: "Well, your shoes... I'll pay you..." At this point, it suddenly occurred to Huo Ziming that he laughed at himself for being vulgar and only knew how to use money, so he quickly changed his words, "I'll take it home, and I need someone to help you Wash...be sure to clean..."

"No need, princess."

"Then..." Jasmine plucked up all her courage and shouted, "I'll wash it for you..."

The audience was shocked.

The princess said she wanted to wash shoes?

It's like the sun came out from the south, and the princess didn't even pick out the fishbone herself...

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But Huo Ziming had strode away, and when he reached the door, his old servant was already guarding there, holding a pair of brand new sneakers.

I don't know how it's so fast.

Huo Ziming casually dropped the original shoes, put on clean shoes, and ordered coldly, "Throw it away, trash."

The old servant replied respectfully: "Yes, young master."

Jasmine stared blankly at this scene, remembering that she said she would wash his shoes. She had never washed anyone's shoes in her life, not even her father's shoes.

But in his eyes, it's all rubbish, it's all rubbish...

She finally rushed out the door, hid in her private dressing room, and burst into tears.

From then on, Jasmine never spoke to Huo Ziming again.

The girls in the class talked about the good show that day. Everyone knew that the princess liked Huo Ziming, but the prince ignored her at all.

It's so cool! ! ! ! ! !

Jasmine also knew that everyone was talking about this, and her mood became even more gloomy.

I don't want to deal with Huo Ziming anymore.