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

Children are just boring, what a pity, they are just annoying bugs, what is so pitiful, what a rotten use of sympathy, how boring.

This little princess who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth is really difficult to serve.

I can't even protect myself now, how can I have the energy to manage a damn bug?

Although Ye Xiaoyu thought so, he still put on a gentle look, "Oh, Jasmine, I'm so sorry, when I walked to the side of the road just now, I couldn't see clearly because there was a pool of water. The butterfly must have died in the stagnant water, what a pity."

"Yes." Jasmine carefully wiped off the butterfly's wings with a napkin, her expression full of regret.

Then he went to the side, dug a hole in the soil, buried the butterfly's wings carefully, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and prayed full of childlike innocence: "Butterfly, butterfly, go to heaven quickly, Fly to heaven and be a human in the next life, not a butterfly anymore."

Ye Xiaoyu folded his arms and watched from behind.

I thought to myself that children are really annoying, and the trouble is dead.

This must have been taken by Ye Huanyan. I remember that Situ Moli was full of arrogance in the past, not to mention butterflies, and she didn't even look straight at people. But I didn't expect that after being with Ye Huanyan for so long, she turned into a A little Madonna.

A broken bug, but also to be buried.

boring!

Ye Huanyan, what magic power do you have?

"Uncle Cai's car is here, let's go back, auntie."

"OK, all right."

Speaking of Ye Xiaoyu, he took Jasmine together and walked to the car driven by Lao Cai at the school gate.

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As soon as the figures of the two disappeared, a slender, handsome figure slowly walked out from the bushes.

He frowned and looked at the sports car passing by the gate, and at the hole Situ Moli dug in the mud just now, where the butterfly's tomb stood.

He shook his head, this little girl, unexpectedly, is really caring.

It's just a dead butterfly. Does it need to be buried so solemnly?

But Huo Ziming had to admit that when he saw Situ Moli burying the butterfly's broken wings into the soil with her small, pink and tender hands, ignoring the soil above, he felt a warm current flowing slowly in his heart. Pass.

Subconsciously, he touched the wound on his shoulder. After being scratched by the cat last time, although the wound healed quickly, it still left a shallow scar.

Mom was very worried and often asked him to apply herbal medicine, but he didn't care too much.

He's a man, a scar is nothing.

However, at this moment, the scar on his shoulder seemed to be aching, as if reminding him not to have any affection for the little girl Situ Moli, the wayward little princess, otherwise something terrible would happen.

Huo Ziming suddenly realized that he had unknowingly started to have a crush on her again. This feeling was really strange.

However, why didn't that Ye Xiaoyu just admit that she trampled the butterfly to death?

Still so pitiful, apologizing hypocritically.

It seems that she is really good at pretending like the former and the latter.

Her husband is really pitiful too, after marrying such a woman, he couldn't help but frowned, and began to feel sympathy for Situ Moli again.