Maybe, it’s really impossible for her to be friends with Huo Ziming…
No matter how hard you try, it's useless...
Perhaps, this is her fate.
She didn't want to stay for too long, so she walked out after class.
Ask Lao Cai to pick her up home...
However, Lao Cai's car broke down on the road.
Originally, this kind of problem occurred in the Situ family's luxury cars. Perhaps because Situ Chenjue was in a coma a while ago, the drivers neglected to take care of it.
Jasmine was alone and was very cold outside, so she had to go back to the classroom.
Everyone was exposed, and she was the only one left.
The classroom was empty.
The sky slowly turned gray.
The wind is getting colder and colder.
She shrank alone in her seat.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was so pitiful. Why did she suffer these hardships?
It’s just because she likes Huo Ziming, but why did she like him?
Yes, he is very handsome, polite and elegant, but why?
There are not many little boys with these conditions, but many.
My father also told her that if she likes any kind of boy, it would be fine. According to the Situ family's family background, no boy would refuse any boy she likes.
But why did she like Huo Ziming?
He is so vicious and cold, he can't hear other people's explanations at all, nor can he accept other people's kindness. Why does such a boy pay attention to him and like him?
Jasmine is so distressed...
Can she not like Huo Ziming? If someone else likes her, she may be much happier.
But……
She thought about it and suddenly felt something touching her arm. When she saw it, she couldn't help but tears rolling in her eyes.
It turned out that it was nothing else, it was the love pudding she had made.
The pudding that she crushed.
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After all, it was something she worked hard to make. She was reluctant to throw it away and put it in the drawer. Later, when Huo Ziming said that, he completely forgot about it.
Now that I touched it, I took it out and took it to see that the pudding was indeed extremely ugly.
It's flat, like a pile of mud.
However, it still seems to have a creamy aroma.
Jasmine's tears finally flowed down unscrupulously...
She remembered how hard it was to make this pudding, how she was so smoky that she was about to shed tears, how she failed again and again, fortunately, Aunt Funny encouraged her, and how Huo Ziming looked at her coldly
I also bumped myself...
The more I thought about it, the more painful her heart became.
What is all this for...
Tears were flowing on the pudding, and the pudding seemed to be crying too.
Jasmine was cruel and cruel. He didn't want it anymore. He just ate what he had worked hard to make!
She grabbed the pudding, took out the prepared spoon, and scooped it hard!
Before I could deliver it to my mouth, I suddenly heard a faint voice, which sounded in my ears: "Don't finish it yourself, didn't you say I gave it to me?"
Jasmine was stunned.
I put down the spoon blankly, and in the tears, I saw a familiar figure standing in front of me in a white shirt and casual pants.