In an instant, she didn't know where she got the strength. She grabbed the ink bottle on Huo Ziming's table fiercely, threw it at the direction where the sarcastic words were made in the crowd...
The ink splashed, but fortunately most people avoided it quickly.
But……
Because Jasmine moves too fast, a few drops of ink drops down the ink bottle. On the calligraphy Huo Ziming just wrote, a few ink marks were immediately stained with the calligraphy that was originally written by black and white, and extremely fluent and beautiful.
A few black tears.
Jasmine was stunned.
I just felt like my whole body was stabbed by a needle.
Just now, she threw out the ink bottle and didn't want to care whoever it hit. At worst, she could just pay some money. She had it, and they deserved it. Whoever asked them to scold her mother!
However, Huo Ziming...
Huo Ziming lowered his eyes and pursed his rose-like lips.
Slowly, slowly stared at my calligraphy for a while.
His movements were very elegant, but Jasmine felt a chilling sound of her spine...
What would he do?
...He is so arrogant and dislikes her. If he makes his calligraphy dirty, will he beat himself up or scold himself?
If that is the case... it is actually...a little compensation...
He just looked at the calligraphy he spent two noon writing, which was the Father's Day gift he was originally planning to give to his father.
But she was ruined by such an arrogant and willful little girl who didn't know how to be tall and thick...
There was a little beast roaring in his heart, but he kept suppressing it. Everyone said that he was a terrifyingly calm boy like his father when he was a teenager.
He just slowly rolled up the word, turned his head, thought about it, and then he kneaded it into a ball!
Then, he threw it into the trash can!!
The onlookers exclaimed!
Everyone saw how much effort he spent to write this character, and didn’t even eat a few bites of lunch. Moreover, the character was indeed very well written. Although no one could tell, it was really good!
It was because Situ Moli was nervous and dripped ink on the prince's calligraphy that the prince had written in vain these two days. Situ Moli was too much!
Someone shouted: "Prince, why do you lose your calligraphy? It's just a few marks, and it's okay to wipe it!"
"Yes, it's a pity that it's written so well..."
The idiot girls were ready to go and stared at the trash can, thinking that they would snatch the letter and hang it on the head of their bed.
Jasmine stood there blankly, feeling apologized.
She stuttered: "That, Huo, Huo Ziming, yes, sorry... I, I didn't mean it. Actually, I can find someone to... clean the ink..."
Huo Ziming didn't say anything, he was too lazy to pay attention to such a princess-ill woman.
Clean it? So lightly said.
Although he was just a ten-year-old boy, he was an extreme perfectionist.
This is also like his father.
My mother often lit his nose at home and said pamperedly: "You, you learned this bad temper from your father!"
Therefore, he extremely demanded perfection. Although he tried his best to make this calligraphy, if it was dirty, it would be like a waste.