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

Jasmine yelled silently in her heart, but she also knew that this yelling was just wishful thinking.

Where is mother now, is she no longer in this world?

Suddenly at this moment, she felt an umbrella raised over her head to block the cold rain.

The umbrella is orange, very beautiful, like a warm sun, instantly taking away the haze in Jasmine's heart.

Jasmine raised her head blankly, who is it?

Could it be Auntie Huanyan?

Auntie Huanyan still won't see her lonely, come back?

She was about to call out Auntie Huanyan's name, but she froze.

The one holding the umbrella is not Auntie Huanyan, but another woman.

She is about 30 years old, very thin, very beautiful, with an oval face.

There is inexplicable melancholy in the pair of slender eyes, like lilacs on a rainy day, full of melancholy.

Wearing a lavender dress, his figure is graceful.

Her skin is very white, so white that she looks like a melancholy goddess walking out of the forest, as if she doesn't belong to this world.

Situ Moli was sure that she had never seen this woman before, but for some reason, she felt that this woman was very kind in her heart.

She stared blankly at the woman: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, Jasmine." The woman opened her mouth slowly, and her voice was also pleasant, but there was always a kind of incomprehensible sadness.

And the way she looked at Jasmine could almost melt Jasmine.

Jasmine looked at this woman in surprise, and asked timidly, "You, how do you know my name is Jasmine? Who are you? Are you daddy's friend?"

The woman smiled, but there was a trace of sadness in the middle of the smile.

Immediately afterwards, she took Jasmine Subai's little hand, bent down, put Jasmine's little hand on her chest, and pressed it against her.

Then the circles of his eyes were slightly red, he looked at Jasmine, and said quietly:

"Jasmine, I am your mother.

Your name is mine. "

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At the same time, in Xiao Yunnuo's villa, Huanyan was sitting in her room, staring blankly at the night sky outside the window.

It has been a long time since she moved to Xiao Yunnuo's place.

Xiao Yunnuo specially arranged a room for her, and there are many books in this room.

From astronomy to geography, everything is there, which can be enough to cheer up and dismiss the slowly empty, lonely and hesitant thoughts after leaving Chenjue.

Xiao Yunnuo would have dinner with Huanyan after get off work every day.

Sometimes Huanyan also cooks with the maids at home.

Her craftsmanship is good, although it is not as good as a professional chef, it is still fragrant and delicious.

Every time Xiao Yunuo ate it, he was amazed.

Huanyan felt a little sad that she didn't cook more meals for Situ Chenjue.

Now how much she wanted to see Situ Chenjue's childish smile when he tasted her handicraft, praising his wife's handiwork.

Jasmine should also be very happy. I remember that Jasmine and her made mango pudding together. Jasmine is actually very talented in cooking, and she can learn it quickly.

Thinking about it, how beautiful it is...

It's a pity, it's a pity that she didn't cherish the time when the three of them were the happiest together.

People always know how to cherish after losing.

After the loss, I tossed and turned countless nights, complaining why I was not able to be more gentle, considerate, and take care of other people's feelings at that time, and keep these cherry blossom-like moments in spring forever in the photo frame of memory.