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

When I loved you so much, your heart was still sleeping.

When you began to express your love to me, my heart became cold and desolate, like a snow field in winter!

Is this luck or misfortune?

In the dead ashes, in the icy snow field, can flowers still bloom?

Jasmine was thinking blankly, she didn't know why she floated back home like a ghost.

She was sitting in front of the computer, but she was no longer in the mood to take over the next design.

At this moment, she saw an avatar on her QQ.

Today is the weekend, there are very few people on QQ, this profile picture is actually Auntie Huanyan.

That day, after Jasmine and Huanyan met, Jasmine begged Huanyan not to tell her father about her return.

In order to maintain the "secret contact" between the two, Huanyan left her her QQ number, but she didn't expect that Auntie Huanyan would be online at this time.

Jasmine's heart was surging like waves. After hesitating for a while, she finally typed two words in the QQ dialog box:

[Auntie Huanyan, I'm Xiaomo, are you there? 】

After a while, when Jasmine almost thought that Auntie Huanyan was just hanging on QQ, the reply from over there came.

[Yes. 】

Jasmine hesitated for a long time, wondering if she should tell her aunt about her confusion.

However, her heart was already very uncomfortable, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Just when she was hesitating, another message was sent over there:

【What's wrong?Is there a problem?Tell Auntie if you have anything to do. 】

Seeing these kind words, Jasmine suddenly remembered the scene when she was young, when Auntie Huanyan held her hand and accompanied her to the shopping mall to choose skirts.

Her gentle smile, so kind.

Although for so many years later, she lived with her biological mother.

But for some reason, the image of Auntie Huanyan holding her hand was never erased from my mind.

At that time, how much I wished that Auntie Huanyan was my real mother.

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Thinking of this, she typed a few words on the keyboard just like the weak and helpless little girl back then:

[Auntie Huanyan, I, I feel very uncomfortable. 】

【why? 】

[I feel that every time I try to pursue something, God always gives me a cruel ending.

But when I wanted to give up, God seemed to give me hope again.

When I wanted to seize this hope, I found that what followed was a greater disappointment.

So I finally despaired.

Auntie Huanyan, sometimes I feel that I should not pursue anything anymore, I should just accept all of this calmly and be willing to live my own life.

But sometimes I feel that I can't do it, I don't want my youth to be wasted like this, I don't want my life to be lived like this in vain.

But I am afraid again, I am afraid of being hurt, I am afraid that I will be overwhelmed and want to fight against fate.

Finally fell into the deepest abyss. . . . . . . . 】

She typed a lot and was about to delete some, but her hand slipped and she pressed send.

After sending it, looking at the words on the screen, Jasmine suddenly felt extremely regretful, why did she say so much?Wouldn't it be nice to just let Auntie Huanyan and Dad feel that they are doing well?

But maybe because she was too panicked in her heart now, she couldn't help but typed it out.

After a while, a few words were slowly typed on the screen.

[Are you talking about work or relationship? 】