"Okay! This matter has been decided. You can go out and continue your work." Mu Mingchen made a gesture and they left the office.

Mu Mingchen sat back on the soft chair, feeling a little tired. As soon as he closed his eyes, Jiang Lan's resentful eyes lingered again.

Mu Mingchen returned home to this gloomy place. He had lived alone in a huge room since he was very young. Now he is used to her scent in the room, so he can no longer let go of her - let her go.

Walk.

In the end, he chose this way. He would rather she hate him than remember him. He opened the door, walked into the villa, and saw Aunt Zhu cleaning the dining table in the living room.

Aunt Zhu was a diligent person and kept the whole house clean. When she saw Mu Mingchen coming back, she immediately went up to say hello: "Mr. Mu is back."

"Yeah." Mu Mingchen didn't like to talk too much, especially when he had nothing to say to people like Aunt Zhu, and seemed slightly indifferent.

Aunt Zhu came over and Mu Mingchen saw that she had something to say, so he asked: "What's wrong? Is she okay today?"

"It's okay. By the way, Mr. Mu, tomorrow is Jiang Lan's birthday. Do you need me to prepare something special?" Aunt Zhu wanted to say this. She saw Jiang Lan being bored in this room and not smiling.

It makes me feel sad to see it.

"Ah?" Mu Mingchen looked confused. He didn't know when Jiang Lan's birthday was, so he asked, "How did you know?"

Mr. Mu felt so sorry for Jiang Lan that he didn't know it. Aunt Zhu looked at him with hesitation in his eyes and replied, "Jiang Lan told me."

"Oh, I know." Mu Mingchen realized then that not only did he not know when Jiang Lan was born, he didn't even know her age this year.

"Mr. Mu, it's time to eat soon. Let Jiang Lan come out. She has been staying alone in the room this afternoon," Aunt Zhu said.

Mu Mingchen nodded, and Aunt Zhu went to the kitchen to serve the food. Mu Mingchen walked to the bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, opened the door handle, and walked into the house.

Jiang Lan was lying on the bed and fell asleep. Mu Mingchen slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping carefully. Although she was not a stunning beauty, she was very attractive. The more she looked at her, the more she looked at her.

The more flavorful one.

He stretched out his hand to help her throw the few strands of hair that were blocking her face behind her ears. She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she was frightened, and shrank back, staring blankly at Mu Mingchen.

There was a touch of sadness in Mu Mingchen's eyes. She was very afraid of him. She was afraid to this point. He gently stretched out his hand: "It's time to eat."

Jiang Lan took a deep breath, ignored him, got out of bed from the other side, then walked over barefoot and put on slippers.

"Tomorrow is your birthday, how old are you?" Mu Mingchen asked.

"Aren't I mentally ill? How can I remember exactly how old I am?" Jiang Lan's tone was mocking. She didn't know if she was laughing at herself or him.

Twenty-five or twenty-six?" Mu Mingchen walked over, held her shoulders with both hands, and stared into her eyes.

Why should he pretend to be nice to her again? Jiang Lan sneered: "What's the point?" As a couple, they are the most pathetic couple. He doesn't even know each other's age.

Before the marriage, Jiang Lan knew that Mu Mingchen was three years older than her and was twenty-eight this year, but Mu Mingchen did not remember her age. It was normal not to remember, because he never really wanted to marry her from the beginning to the end.
Chapter completed!