There are two people sitting on the sofa in the living room. The dim light outlines the figures of the two people like an oil painting.

Naturally, one is Jasmine, but the woman beside her...! !

That pale and thin woman with long hair reaching to her waist and full of classical tranquil oil painting temperament is...

Situ Chenjue only felt that the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head again. His whole body was cold, but at this moment, his whole body was hot!

Why?How could this be?

He strode in, didn't even have time to put on his slippers, walked barefoot to the living room, and met her face to face.

The woman also raised her head and looked at Situ Chenjue.

Quietly.

Her dark eyes were filled with tears, her long hair was blown up by the night wind, and her lips trembled like petals that were about to wither.

Her thin body, wearing an old nightgown, looked so frail.

But her voice was full of emotion, like an aria.

"Jesus, I'm back."



The jacket that was just taken off suddenly fell from Situ Chenjue's hand.

He stared at the woman, as if he wanted to see through her with his eyes,

For a long time, only one name was murmured from his lips.

"Yaoyao........."

Jasmine, who had been sitting beside her all the time, looked at her father's expression, and was finally sure in her heart that this woman was her mother.

Although I met this woman on the street this afternoon, she told herself that she was her mother.

Jasmine really couldn't believe it, wasn't her mother already dead?Isn't it already in heaven?

Otherwise, why haven't you come to see her for so many years?

She cried and wanted to run away, but the woman held her tightly and wouldn't let go.

She said, "Jasmine, I'm sorry, for so many years, it's my mother who has been far away and hasn't been able to see you.

Now, mom can't explain the reason to you.When you grow up, you will understand.

But you have to believe, Jasmine, that mom has always missed you.

During these years outside, my mother thought about Jasmine every day.

The name Jasmine was chosen by my mother. My mother likes jasmine and hopes that jasmine is as white and fragrant as jasmine. . . . "

"No, if you are my mother, why are you so cruel and haven't come to see me for so many years?

I don't have a mother, I was abandoned by my mother a long time ago, I only have a father! ! ! ! "

Although Jasmine was crying very sadly, she also felt in her small heart that this woman had a constant bond with her. After all, mother and daughter were related by blood.

The moment she saw this woman, she knew that she might really be the one who gave birth to herself.

Under Su Manyao's persuasion, Jasmine finally took her home, and she wanted her father to see if she was her mother.

As soon as Xie Ma saw Su Manyao, she dropped the teacup in her hand and murmured, "Su, Miss Su..."

She did not expect that this woman who had disappeared for seven years would suddenly appear. What was she here for?

Xie Ma's heart is full of doubts. Could it be that she wants to come back and reconnect with the young master?

Now Miss Huanyan has also left, and Situ Chenjue has divorced Ye Xiaoyu. Now that she is back, it seems that she is going to regain her position as the mistress of the Situ family that should belong to her!

This is undoubtedly the best time!

Xie Ma's heart was filled with an inexplicable feeling.

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