The air seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Han Yinxi even subconsciously held his breath.

Who knows, An Ziyan smiled, and then tilted his head and buried it in his shoulder.

"I won't tell you ......"

Han Yinxi felt that he had been tricked.

At that moment, he thought she would really speak.

Sure enough, she is Tang Moyan.

Heh, isn't that funny? She was originally Tang Moyan.

Obviously, the results of Liancheng's test have confirmed this, why does his suspicion of her still linger?

The little head buried in his shoulder snorted arrogantly, and then said, "I won't tell you, I'm not Tang Moyan, I'm An Ziyan......"

An Ziyan?

Han Yinxi's heart was shocked, of course he didn't know who An Ziyan was.

However, from her mouth came another name, another identity.

So this is a personal admission that she is not Tang Moyan?

So why do the DNA test results match?

He suddenly analyzed a lot of possibilities in his mind, maybe she and Tang Moyan are twins, biologically speaking, if they are identical twins, the DNA is basically the same.

It's also possible that the person who dropped her bag did something to her......

And it doesn't matter which one it is.

At least confirmed what he suspected - she was not Tang Moyan.

Han Yinxi looked down at An Ziyan's side face, as if she still felt aggrieved, she rubbed on his shoulder a few times, whimpered and repeated, "I'm An Ziyan, I'm An Ziyan......"

She didn't know if she was emphasizing it to him or to herself, so that she would never forget this identity.

It doesn't matter if she is Tang Moyan or who she is now, but her soul is An Ziyan.

She will always be An Ziyan.

Han Yinxi stretched out her hand, her slender fingers brushed away the hair that fell on her cheeks because of the rubbing, and her fingers slammed as if she had her own consciousness, and her fingertips rubbed against her delicate face.

"An Ziyan ......" his dark eyes sank slightly, repeating the name she said.

Ahead, the driver inadvertently turned back from the rearview mirror and saw the intimate posture of the two embracing each other.

Who said that the relationship between the young master and Miss Tang is not good?

It's all in love!

……

An Ziyan was in such a situation, Han Yinxi didn't want the Tang family to ask more, so he didn't send her home, and of course, it was impossible to take her back to Han's house.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take her to his usual apartment.

It was an upscale apartment in the most prime area of the city center, and he bought the upper and lower floors, and opened it up to make a duplex.

An Ziyan woke up on the sofa.

Han Yinxi has a deep habit of cleanliness for his own territory, and his bed can only be slept on by him, and no one else can touch it.

Even if a brother like Liancheng, a friend of life and death, went to his house to eat and live for nothing, he didn't dare to touch his bed, so he could only sleep on the sofa.

And Han Yinxi's apartment is his private area, and few people can come.

"Water ......"

As soon as An Ziyan woke up, he felt dry and wanted to drink water very much.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she didn't notice where she was, so she looked around in a daze for water to drink.

"Here." A large hand took her small white hand and shoved a glass of water into her hand.

An Ziyan held the water cup, like a hungry and thirsty person in the desert, and drank it with his head high.

A glass of water was drunk in a few seconds.

"Do you want more?" The deep, melodious voice asked.

An Ziyan relieved the thirst, felt a little more comfortable, nodded and said, "Thank you, I want another cup." ”