Is she a young lady from the Yun family? Could it be that Mr. Yun has another daughter???
But I have never seen it before. Han Yi'er looked confused at this moment...
Seeing this, Yao Chenguang smiled: "The lady's name is Yun Xinyu. She is the adopted daughter of the master. She has been managing branch business abroad for many years and rarely comes back."
After explaining this, Han Yi'er understood everything...
"How did you celebrate your birthday before?"
After hearing Yao Chenguang's question, a desolate and chilling memory appeared in Han Yi'er's mind...
I remember that I didn’t know what birthdays meant when I was a child. It wasn’t until I was in elementary school that everyone was discussing birthdays, when a classmate asked me: “Han Yi’er, when is your birthday?”
"Birthday?"
"Hahahaha, Han Yi'er jumped out of the crack in the stone!!!"
No, no, she is the child of her mother. Listening to the ridicule of her classmates, the childish face of the 7-year-old Han Yi'er was obviously full of grievances.
Until she got home, she pouted and sat next to her mother: "Mom, can you tell me when Yi'er's birthday is?"
"Birthday?" Mom obviously couldn't remember Han Yi'er's birthday at all: "Mom also forgot Yi'er's birthday."
The 7-year-old girl did not blame her mother for forgetting, but just hung her head in disappointment.
A few days later, my mother took Yi'er out and met a neighbor from the same hometown: "Sister Wang, do you still remember when I gave birth to Yi'er?"
"Oh, Mrs. Han, what did you do? You even forgot your own child's birthday?"
Mother was very embarrassed by Sister Wang's accusation. 7-year-old Yi'er obediently shook Sister Wang's arm: "Aunt Wang, don't blame mom. It was Yi'er who was at fault first."
"Are you at fault?" Sister Wang looked at Han Yi'er in confusion.
"Yes." He nodded his head and looked at his mother guiltily: "Because... Yi'er doesn't know her mother's birthday either."