Mu Yan watched Zhuang Yi flip through the photos on the phone, and suddenly felt an uneasy feeling. She instinctively grasped Jiang Jingheng’s hand tightly.
Jiang Jingheng wrapped her hand, giving her strength.
So things have developed to the point where he can no longer help her hide them, but he also won’t allow anyone to hurt her.
Zhuang Yi was a little anxious, searching for a long ti before finding the photo.
"Look at this, this is a photo of you when you were a child." Zhuang Yi took out a group photo and placed it in front of Mu Yan.
In the photo, a woman who looked very similar to Mu Yan sat on a swing with a little girl whose features resembled hers. At first glance, they were clearly mother and daughter, both smiling with a pair of beautiful dimples.
Mu Yan stared at the photo, lost in thought.
Zhuang Yi said from the side, "Nuannuan, this is a photo of you and your mom when you were little. Even if you forget everything, you won’t forget what you looked like as a child, or your mom, right?"
"I don’t know them." Mu Yan looked at Zhuang Yi and said indifferently.
Zhuang Yi’s expression changed slightly, "Nuannuan, you..."
"I’m sorry, you’ve really mistaken for soone else." Mu Yan said flatly.
She turned her head to Jiang Jingheng, "Let’s go."
Jiang Jingheng nodded and held her hand as they walked forward.
Zhuang Yi snapped back to reality and imdiately blocked their way.
He looked at Mu Yan and asked, "Nuannuan, why don’t you recognize ? Are you still blaming ?"
Mu Yan looked helpless, "Mr. Zhuang, you’ve really mistaken for soone else. My na isn’t Nuannuan; I’m Mu Yan."
"I know Mu Yan isn’t your real na!" Zhuang Yi imdiately denied, "Your real na is Zhuang Xiangnuan, the second daughter of the Zhuang Family, my cousin."
Mu Yan felt as if sothing exploded in her head, buzzing.
She closed her eyes for a mont, then looked at him and said, "I’m not your sister. I just turned around because you called Nuannuan. But Nuannuan isn’t my nickna; my painting pseudonym used to be Nuanyang, and my fans called Nuannuan. So just now I was..."
Zhuang Yi said excitedly, "Called Nuanyang, that’s right. Nuannuan facing the sun, your dad is Zhuang Shaoyang, so he nad you Zhuang Xiangnuan."
"Are you done? I’ve already said, I’m not!" Mu Yan’s voice suddenly rose, looking at him coldly, "I have no father, and my mother passed away years ago. Do you think you can fool with just a photo? I don’t know what your goal is. Sorry, I’m not lacking love or money. I’m not your cousin, and I have nothing to do with you all."
Without waiting for Zhuang Yi to speak, she pulled Jiang Jingheng and walked forward.
"Nuannuan!" Zhuang Yi shouted, but unfortunately, Mu Yan walked away without looking back.
At the private room door, Mu Yan was about to enter when Jiang Jingheng stopped her.
"Let’s go ho."
Mu Yan looked at him and asked confusedly, "Why?"
Jiang Jingheng looked at her, not speaking.
Mu Yan understood his aning and smiled, "Zhuang Yi just mistook for soone else. I think he will soon realize, and us leaving suddenly will leave them bored. Besides, I can’t always keep you cooped up at ho with ."
"I don’t feel cooped up."
"But I do." Mu Yan smiled slightly, "It’s fine."
Jiang Jingheng didn’t object, taking her inside.
In the private room, Mu Yan sat quietly beside Jiang Jingheng, eating fruit, watching them play cards.
Zhuang Yi sat not far from her after coming in, watching her act as if nothing had happened. For a mont, he also doubted whether he had made a mistake.
However, there are too many things about her that are similar to Nuannuan.
She doesn’t recognize him, certainly because she blas them.
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