"Everything is her own intention." Situ Chenjue sighed lowly: "Huanyan, let's respect Jasmine. When I made this suggestion to her at first, I hoped that she and Huo Ziming could be happy, but
If she cannot be happy without our family, then there is no need for us to force her. Jasmine has grown up, she is an independent person, she has independent thinking, and I think she will make the best decision for herself.
"Chen Jue... But, I really hope that Jasmine and Zi Ming can have a happy ending..." Huanyan burst into tears, "I have been watching them like this for more than ten years... I, in my heart
It’s also sad…”
"Yanyan, don't be sad, don't be sad..." Situ Chenjue gently stroked his wife's hair, "Sometimes, happiness has to wait, isn't it the same for both of us? Our home is full of love, Xiao Mo
You will definitely be happy!”
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When Jasmine returned to London, she immediately resigned from the IMF.
After the president of imf company saw Jasmine's resignation letter, he was stunned and thought that there was something wrong with the relationship between Manager Su and Mr. Huo, so they had to say goodbye to the company?
Of course, it was not easy for him to ask Mr. Huo about his personal affairs, but since she proposed to resign, he did not dare to stop her, so he agreed to her resignation report.
After Jasmine took a short break in London for a few days, she found another job. This job was also in the advertising industry, but it was not a giant like IMF, but a new small advertising company.
Although she is small, she is full of energy, and her boss values her very much. The company is also very dynamic, and the relationship between her colleagues is also very good.
Jasmine worked in this company and was very busy with affairs. Gradually, she felt that her previous chaotic mood had calmed down a little, and her mood began to improve.
Although now, she still hasn't given an answer.
But she decided to leave everything to God. She said that she could not betray her father or give up Ziming's feelings. All she could do was escape. Sometimes escape is not cowardice, but a kind of bravery.
Because she couldn't lose either, she gave the answer in her own way.
Jasmine found a new apartment in London. It was different from where she lived before, and her route to work was different from usual. She wanted to start a new life and temporarily seal everything before.
She made some friends, but they were all indifferent. She rarely went out to play or went to bars.
I don’t know when she started to see a man holding an easel on her way to and from work every day, as if he was a wandering artist, painting for passers-by in a square that she must pass on her way to and from work.
This is a blond man, but he wears a mask on his face.
There are many wandering artists in this square that Jasmine must pass through when going to and from work. Some are painting, some are playing violin, some are trumpet players, and some are making 3D paintings with chalk on the ground. There are many such wandering artists in London.
They are very dignified and do not deliberately ask for money, but everyone who passes by will be moved by their ideals and pursuit of art.
They will be given some amount of money as a reward.
But there was no change container in front of this masked man, as if he was charging passers-by to paint.
One day, Jasmine stopped in front of him and asked him: "How much does one of your paintings cost?"
"Ten pounds." The man said in fluent English.
——Here today
This chapter has been completed!