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

"I'm so sorry."

"I was careless." After the woman sat down, she sat up straight and distanced herself from Shu Xunli.

Shu Xunli stared at her side face, inexplicably a little excited.

"Miss, may I ask Fang's name?"

The woman was in pain from the wound, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, she glanced at him quickly, quickly lowered her eyes, and said softly in a low voice: "Little girl Jasmine." ”

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

Jasmine's ears were a little red and she twisted her head out the window.

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

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: "It turned out to be Mr. ......"

Shu Xunli was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, "Do you recognize me?" ”

"There is no one in the business world who does not know them." Jasmine slowly shifted her body, almost clinging to the car door, and her tone was unexpectedly sad.

Shu Xunli's heart was pinched.

"Miss Jasmine is...... Student? He cautiously tested.

She had a bookish air on her.

Jasmine smiled bitterly at herself, "I...... It's just a singer. ”

Singer?

Shu Xunli was suddenly a little excited, but seeing him and her somewhat inferior complex, she couldn't help but feel distressed, "Where is that girl singing?" You can go to the field below. ”

Jasmine's eyes were cold, and she said lightly: "No need." ”

Shu Xunli felt that she had offended her, and quickly explained: "Miss Jasmine, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to despise you, it's purely ...... Want to hear Miss sing, your voice ...... Very nice to hear. ”

Jasmine looked at him with complaining eyes, the water swirled in her eyes, and Shu Xunli's heart was about to break, but she didn't dare to overstep the courtesy, for fear that she would be angry.

Half paid, Jasmine retracted her gaze and said in a low voice: "I'm in Baihuomen." ”

"Ah...... Good. Shu Xunli didn't expect her to say, she was so happy that she didn't know where to put it.

"Just stop here." Jasmine suddenly screamed.

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

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

I saw her call a rickshaw.

Shu Xunli was surprised, "I can send you home, how cold it is." ”

Jasmine got into the rickshaw and said, "Thanks, no need." ”

The moment Jasmine shrank into the rickshaw, her pitiful face instantly returned to its usual cold and arrogant face.

There was a sneer in his eyes.

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

The young master put a note in the white rose, which read: I want to be captured.

That's how she approached Shu Xunli.

A wounded singer refuses to communicate deeply with him, even to the compensation he should have given for the bruise.

Shu Xunli owed a love in his heart, and he had a sense of curiosity and mystery.

Jasmine felt from the first time Shu Xunli saw herself, she must have looked like someone.

It's like Mrs. Donald deliberately invited today's hottest movie star stylist to carefully make the shape of a good family woman for her.

Well, this look is this woman.

With a little bookish atmosphere, with a little innate nobility, and the delicacy and softness unique to Jiangnan women.

She is Bai Jingya, who was married to Shu Xunli and was later forced to become a concubine.

This kind of scumbag, she Jasmine is very willing to teach a hard lesson.

Shu Xunli looked at the rickshaw in the distance, and his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

She is too much like Bai Jingya.

Distant memories instantly filled his mind, and he thought that the years had made him forget, but he didn't expect to hide them in the depths of his heart.

It was an intertwined web of love, hate, pain, and low self-esteem, which made him unwilling to recall, or even face it!