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Han Shaoming still looked at her indifferently, as if he was watching a good show.

"Young Master Han, have you ever heard of it? People cannot judge a book by its cover, and the waters of the ocean cannot be measured. I look like a god that's angry, but I cook very well. As long as you can say it, I can make it. Furthermore, my hands and feet are very nimble. Cleaning houses and such is not a difficult thing. " Then she thought of something, "Didn't you say you loved hot pot the most? "Coincidentally, I specialize in making hotpot."

The moment he heard her talk about hotpot, Han Shaoming was immediately interested, "Really?!"

"Of course!" Murong Jingmian confidently patted his chest, "If you don't believe me, you can try it first and let me cook a meal for you. If you think it's delicious, then hire me as your nanny. After saying so, she pursed her lips, concealing the scheme in her heart. As long as she entered his house, she would have no reason to come out.

"Sigh, just give it a try. You won't lose out anyway!" She added, "It's only a matter of time. I definitely won't waste your time."

Han Shaoming looked at her silently for a long time, his eyes filled with suspicion. Although this woman was extremely ugly, if she really knew how to make hotpot, then he could think about it.

Thinking about this, he lightly coughed, cleared his throat, and righteously said, "Alright, then I'll give it a try. But hurry up, I still have things to do tonight!"

"Of course, of course." Then, Murong Jingmian laughed like a flower. "Let's go, let's buy the ingredients and ingredients needed to make the hotpot first."

She was very glad. Although she had lived abroad since childhood and had only eaten western hamburgers, she liked Chinese cuisine. So, she had always paid attention to the food bloggers and learned how to cook some good dishes.

Furthermore, she also liked eating hotpot, so she had already gotten the scriptures from Guan Jiaren.

When Guan Jiaren just returned home, she discovered that the inside of the house was completely dark. She raised her eyebrows.

Thinking about it, she pressed on the light in the living room and shouted loudly, "Meng Meng, Rui Rui, you guys …"

But before he could finish, Zhan Yiting who was holding a cake from the kitchen walked out, with two little guys singing a birthday song behind him.

"I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday …"

Guan Jiaren was immediately stunned, he couldn't say a single word, and could only blankly stare at them.

Zhan Yiting placed the cake on the table, and the little guys grabbed her shoulders from left to right, pulling her to the table, "Mommy, have you gone stupid from happiness? We didn't forget that today is your birthday!"

Mommy used to have birthdays with them both every year when they were overseas, but Mommy never mentioned her own, let alone her own, and she always said she was too old to have a birthday and didn't like it.

At that time, they were young, so they didn't think too much about it. But it was different now, now that they had father's land, they had to give Mommy a surprise, an unforgettable birthday, so Mommy would definitely look at Daddy in a different light and like him even more.

"Sweetheart, happy birthday!" As he said that, he raised his head and saw the tear-stained Guan Jiaren.

Seeing Guan Jiaren like this, he immediately laughed, he did not expect her to be so moved, to the point of tears.

He didn't think too much into it. He went up and hugged her, softly saying, "How is it? My birthday surprise, do you like it?"

However, she still didn't say anything. She buried her head into his neck and sobbed softly, her crying never stopping.

In the next second, Zhan Yiting felt that something was amiss, he pulled her out from his embrace and looked down at her: "My beauty, what's wrong? "You …"

"Birthday? Who asked you to be so nosy. I don't like birthdays. I hate birthdays the most. " As he said that, he pushed him away, glared at him, and ran out. The door was slammed shut.

Zhan Yiting was slightly stunned for a moment, then also ran out. However, he didn't forget to call the Assistant Fang, so he asked him to take care of the little fellows.

"Big brother, what happened to Mommy?" Meng Meng was stupefied.

Rui frowned and shook his head, "I don't know either, but Mummy doesn't seem to like birthdays. This seems to be true."

Meng Meng also nodded his head in agreement. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for his father.

After Guan Jiaren walked downstairs, he immediately drove the car that Zhan Yiting had lent him the last time, and stepped on the gas pedal to drive aimlessly.

At this moment, the tears in the corner of her eyes were still flowing. Gradually, more and more tears came out, but her heart was actually in pain and suffering.

Five years ago, on the day of her birthday, she had been set up, lost her first time, and lost her own mother.

Thus, since the events of five years ago, she had never had a birthday. Even if the child asked her, she would just pass by and never mention it again.

Her birthday was the anniversary of her mother's death. It was truly laughable, truly ironic. What was even more laughable was that she still hadn't found her mother's ashes. She was truly useless.

Thinking of this, she stepped on the brake, stopped the car, buried her head in the wheel, tightly held onto her chest and tried to control her emotions, but her tears could not stop.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. His mother had already been dead for five years, yet she could not do anything about it, and Guan Chuchu and the others were still living a good life.

Right now, she couldn't even properly pay her respects to her mother's anniversary. She was simply too useless, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Right now, she desperately needed alcohol to numb herself.

Guan Jiaren wiped away her tears and drove to the closest bar.

In the Guan Family villa, Guan Mingjun sat in his study room, looking at the picture in his hands, a trace of guilt flashed past his eyes.

He still vividly remembered the scene of Bai Yu Rou's death five years ago. He had thought that everything would be fine like this, but he did not expect that Guan Jiaren would return after five years.

Furthermore, since last year, there would be someone who would send him photos of Bai Yirou every month, giving him a feeling that there was a ghost. If he did not see Bai Yirou's body burn into ashes with his own eyes and buried himself, he would have thought that Bai Yirou was still alive.

He had sent someone to check up on the photos, but he couldn't find out why. At the moment, it could only be sent to him because someone was deliberately scaring him.