Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 25

"Master, hmmmm-" Jasmine did not speak anymore as her lips were already covered with Gibran's lips.

Gibran melu**t exhausted Jasmine's lips until their breath gasps irregularly. Demit from nowhere no one knows. No wind, no rain no sexy lips play sosor only.

After kissing Jasmine's lips, Gibran immediately finished his kiss and after their kiss came off, Jasmine slapped Gibran's cheek very hard and left a red mark on Gibran's cheek.

"Based on a jerk, you stole my kiss." After slapping Gibran, Jasmine beat Gibran's chest with her hand until she felt tired and stopped herself.

Gibran chuckled at Jasmine's annoyed face which somehow made him able to smile happily.

"Say me if you want to." Gibran spoke in a haughty manner when he was laughing out loud in his heart.

"You want me to turn your banana into a brown banana, huh?" Jasmine seemed to grunt looking at Gibran.

"I'm not afraid, you want to hold on?" Gibran smiled sarcastically at Jasmine.

"Crazy yes, sir is not sane." Jasmine shouted loudly making some of the car drivers lower their car glass just to see what was happening.

Gibran who could not help but laugh immediately smiled widely because it was impossible for him to laugh in the middle of the city like this.

"It's up to you to say I'm crazy, or sugar." Gibran smiled arrogantly, making Jasmine want to kiss him-eh hit him.

"Would I make you a dairy cow?" Gibran retaliated fiercely against Jasmine's threat.

"You're crazy, sir." Jasmine covered her chest with both hands.

"You're little, I won't be tempted." Gibran's gaze pointed at the mound on Jasmine's chest.

"What do you see, sir. Close your eyes, close them!" Jasmine closed Gibran's eyes with both hands, until Gibran burst into laughter as he managed to upset Jasmine.

"Jas-jasmine, come with me ok!" Gibran clasped Jasmine's hand and led her to walk to where the black lion was.

"Don't play pull, sir. You think I'm a buffalo." Jasmine looks even more upset because of Gibran.

"Well, or do I want to kiss again?" Gibran stared at Jasmine intensely.

Jasmine shook her head quickly and finally she could only follow Gibran in annoyance. Arriving on the bike, Gibran handed over the helmet he had worn to Jasmine.

"Wear it!" gibran's orders in a jutek tone.

"Songong!" jasmine was shriveled and could still be heard by Gibran.

"Although, songong still you said that I was handsome." Gibran smiled triumphantly.

What dream I had last night could meet cassava like him. Jasmine stared fiercely at Gibran.

"Curf! I'm not a cassava." Gibran looks like he wants to muck Jasmine's face so anxious.

"Yes-yes not cassava but kingkong." Jasmine pinched her lips, then uh-she was confused as to why Gibran could tell that he had cursed her.

"Kok sir can tell my heart?" Jasmine looks astonished.

"Don't tell your heart, fill your mind I know." Gibran smiled meaningfully at Jasmine.

"Eh-really?" jasmine asked in amazement.

"Forget it, now you put on my helmet and accompany me to the hospital." Jasmine receives Gibran's helmet and wears it.

"You're going to a mental hospital, huh, sir?" jasmine asked as she shut her mouth holding back a laugh.

"Yes, let you be treated there." Gibran now who was smiling back saw Jasmine's eyes glaring at him.

"Hurry up!" gibran's orders are currently sitting on his motorcycle.

Jasmine immediately climbed up and after making sure the girl was seated, Gibran immediately turned the motor gas until Jasmine gasped and hugged Gibran's waist tightly.

"Sir, if you want to die don't take dong!" jasmine's protest was still with a sense of surprise that had not yet disappeared.

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"Let's go in!" Gibran pulled Jasmine's hand making the girl annoyed and careless.

"Master, my helmet hasn't been removed yet." Gibran turned to Jasmine and smiled.

"Sorry." Not wanting to waste much time, Gibran helps Jasmine take off her helmet and pulls Jasmine back.

"You like to pull my hand. I'm not a mine." Jasmine grumbled and ran small in order to match Gibran's footsteps.

"Who said you were a goat." Jasmine could only gawk when she heard Gibran's words not connecting with her.

"Suster, where's the patient's hospice named Bayu Erlangga?" ask Gibran to the guard sister.

"I'll check first, sir." The nurse quickly checked the patient's data, "the patient is in room xx number 201."

"Thank you."

"Together, sir."

Again Gibran pulled Jasmine's hand and immediately headed to Bayu's treatment room. Gibran opened the door to Bayu's treatment room and entered slowly.

This master has been like a thief, entering using a sneaking event.

"Can you shut up or not?" gibran gave a sharp look at Jasmine.

"The feeling from earlier I was silent," Jasmine replied softly.

Gibran who just remembered that it was Jasmine's heart was immediately silent and did not protest anymore.

Seeing Gibran tread carefully, Jasmine did the same.

After arriving next to the place where Bayu fell asleep in bed. Gibran could only flinch while staring at Bayu with mixed feelings. It's like eating a hodgepodge of all flavors mixed into one.

Jasmine who saw Gibran silently looked at the bed in front of her. Looks handsome man fell asleep peacefully and attached a lot of medical tools on his body.

Jasmine looked at Bayu and Gibran in turn. Eh-Jasmine was made shocked when she saw Gibran's eyes let out water even to the point of flowing slowly on his cheeks.

Jasmine's feeling of seeing Gibran cry was so unreasonable. Jasmine felt a sadness that suddenly came just like that without being invited.

Whether he got the courage from where, Jasmine's feet stepped up to invite him to get closer to Gibran. And Jasmine's hand moved touching Gibran's face and her thumb moved gently rubbing the falling tears.

"Master, don't cry!" Jasmine looked into Gibran's eyes looking at her as well.

Their eyes locked, Gibran got a slight sense of serenity when he got a shady look from the girl who had poisoned his mind.

Brukkk .. without a cue Gibran hugged Jasmine's body tightly and then spilled all his sad feelings right then and there.

"Yes ...." Jasmine shouted in a very loud voice making Gibran's eardrum almost rupture.

"Why you?" Gibran asked in surprise at the girl.

"I-it ... Sir, it-it-"

"What do you want to say? That dick?" ask Gibran to guess.

Jasmine shook her head and pointed at something moving closer at them precisely pointing behind Gibran.

The curious Gibran finally turned his head and he shouted no less loudly with Jasmine earlier.

Gibran jumped up to the patient's bed where Bayu was lying and shouted, "K-kebaap ...."

Jasmine ....