The fragrant grass is shining brightly

Chapter 135 Like Her
Shu Xunli helped her into the car, looked at the bleeding feet, and felt a little guilty.

"I'm really sorry."

"It was me who was not careful." After the woman sat down firmly, she sat up straight and distanced herself from Shu Xunli.

Shu Xunli stared at her profile, inexplicably agitated.

"Miss, may I ask your name?"

Because of the wound pain, the woman's beautiful eyes were full of tears, she glanced at him quickly, lowered her eyes quickly, and said in a soft voice: "My name is Jasmine."

"Jasmine? What a beautiful name." Shu Xunli looked at her in a daze.

Jasmine's ears turned red, and she turned her head out of the window.

Shu Xunli took out a card from his wallet, "Miss Jasmine, this is my name, please Huicun."

Jasmine glanced back at the card, reached out to borrow it, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Her gaze paused on his name, and she looked up at him: "So it's Mr...."

Shu Xunli was taken aback, a little surprised, "You recognize me?"

"There is no one who doesn't know celebrities in the business world." Jasmine slowly moved her body, almost clinging to the car door, her tone was actually a bit sad.

Shu Xunli's heart ached.

"Miss Jasmine is...a student?" He cautiously probed.

She has a bookish air about her.

Jasmine smiled wryly at herself, "I... am just a showgirl."

showgirl?

Shu Xunli was suddenly a little excited, but seeing him and her look a little inferior, he couldn't help feeling distressed, "Where is that girl singing? I can go and join in."

Jasmine's eyes turned cold, and she said flatly, "No need."

Shu Xunli felt that he had offended her, so he quickly explained: "Miss Jasmine, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to belittle you, it's purely... I want to hear Miss sing, your voice...is beautiful."

Jasmine's beautiful eyes looked at him sadly, and the water in her eye sockets swirled, and Shu Xun's heart was about to break when she saw it, but she didn't dare to exceed the courtesy, for fear that she would get angry.

At half the price, Jasmine looked away and said in a low voice, "I'm at the door of music."

"Ah... that's good." Shu Xunli didn't expect her to say, and he didn't know where to put it because he was so happy.

"Just stop here." Jasmine suddenly called out.

Shu Xunli hurriedly said, "I still have to go to the hospital."

"It's too late, I can take the medicine myself when I get home." As she said that, she got out of the car, and Shu Xunli hurriedly followed.

But I saw her call a rickshaw.

Shu Xunli was surprised, "I can take you home, it's so cold."

Jasmine got into the rickshaw, "Thank you, no need."

The moment Jasmine retracted her body into the rickshaw, her originally pitiful face instantly returned to her usual cold and haughty expression.

There was a hint of ridicule in his pupils.

The young master who sent the white roses was the godson of Mrs. Tang, so the purpose of sending flowers was naturally not for the beauty, but Shu Xunli.

The young master put a note in the white rose, which read: Play hard to get.

This is how she approached Shu Xunli.

An injured singer refused to communicate with him in depth, and even refused the compensation he should give for the injury.

Shu Xunli owed a debt of love in his heart, and he was more curious and mysterious.

From the first time Shu Xunli saw her, Jasmine felt that she must look like someone.

It's like Mrs. Tang deliberately invited the hottest movie star stylist to make her a good girl's look.

So, this look is this woman.

With a bit of bookishness, with a bit of inherent nobility, and the unique delicacy and softness of Jiangnan women.

She is Shu Xunli's first wife, and Bai Jingya who was later forced to become a concubine.

She, Jasmine, is willing to teach this kind of scumbag a harsh lesson.

Shu Xunli looked at the rickshaw going away, feeling as if his heart had been hollowed out.

She looks too much like Bai Jingya.

Distant memories flooded his mind in an instant. He thought that the years had made him forget it, but he didn't expect it to be hidden deep in his heart.

It was a web of love, hate, pain, and inferiority, which made him unwilling to recall it, or even face it!
(End of this chapter)