The time of the city

Chapter 185 Don’t mention him

Bai Jinwei looked at Ni Jiamu, who had been holding a teacup across from him and remained motionless for a long time. He couldn't help but frown, and said with concern and a hint of anger: "Amu, the three of us have finally gathered together for this occasion, and you are so quiet, just standing there in a daze, what are you doing?"

Ni Jiamu came back to his senses, raised his head, drank the tea in his cup, and said slowly, "I'm wondering what Xiaoyu is doing right now. Before, no matter where I was, I could always track her whereabouts and know what she was doing. But ever since I promised yesterday that I would no longer confine her, I've felt empty and panicked, and all I can think about is keeping her by my side."

Bai Jinwei was so shocked when he heard this that his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He subconsciously gave Ni Jiamu a thumbs up and blurted out: "Brother, you are really Xing!"

Ji Lin had just finished reading the lab report. He patted Ni Jiamu's shoulder and said earnestly, "You should see a psychiatrist. Your conflicting feelings will only make you more miserable. In my opinion, you and Mo Yu should just be siblings. Regardless of whether Mo Yu agrees or not, even if she agrees, how will you explain this to your parents? And then there's the pressure from public opinion. Can you handle it?"

"Impossible!" Ni Jiamu clenched his fists instantly, his eyes firm and calm as he said, "I've identified Mo Yu, so it must be her."

Seeing Ni Jiamu's persistence, Ji Lin swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, silently picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ni Jiamu.

Bai Jinwei's eyes rolled around, as if he had suddenly thought of something. He shouted excitedly, "I have an idea! The painter Mo Yu liked has passed away. She will definitely forget him after a long time. Amu, you just stay by her side and impress her with your sincerity, so that she will fall in love with you. Don't give others a chance. When necessary, make it a fait accompli. Then tell her that bitter fruit is still fruit. Although a forced melon may not be sweet, it can quench her thirst!"

After hearing this, Ji Lin shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice: "You two are really birds of a feather!"

On the other side, after lunch, Mo Yu went to the library to read for two hours, then went to the aquarium and finally watched a movie.

Coming out of the cinema, Mo Yu walked slowly, kicking stones on the side of the road, bored. Suddenly, a bar caught her eye. The bar was decorated very elegantly, with a shiny doorway that looked very nice.

Mo Yu couldn't help but think about going inside to take a look. But the unpleasant experience she had at the American bar entrance still left her with a lingering fear, and she hesitated for a moment. However, when she saw a number of college students coming in and out, she bravely decided to go in.

Entering the bar, Mo Yu ordered a glass of fruit wine at the counter and sat there, sipping it leisurely. Inside, a resident singer was singing a ballad with deep emotion, while others danced to the music. Mo Yu rested her chin on her hand, watching all this with a smile, thinking: It's not noisy here at all, just right for me.

Sitting nearby, Nan Feng was already drunk. His mind kept replaying the words of the man he had met at noon, and he couldn't tell the truth from the false. He couldn't figure out how he could possibly like Ni Jiamu's sister.

He stared blankly at the photo of the girl in his hand, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to noon.

Nan Feng finished his lunch and went out for some fresh air when he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw a man in plain clothes with a tanned face looking at him with a smile on his face.

Nan Feng quickly searched his mind and confirmed that this person was not his business partner. Judging from his dress, he should be an ordinary person.

Seeing Nan Feng constantly looking at him, the man grinned and said, "Boss Qiao, I'm Xiao Kai. Don't you remember me? I used to work under you, and you helped me a lot."

Nan Feng saw that the other party had no ill intentions, so he smiled and responded, "I'm really sorry, I didn't remember you."

"You have so many people under you, it's normal that you can't remember me. After my brother passed away, I went abroad. But after staying here for a while, I still think City A is better. There are traces of Xuyang's life everywhere here. By the way, Mr. Qiao, you and Miss Mo should be married now, right?"

"Ms. Mo?" Nan Feng repeated doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion.

"It's Miss Mo Yu! Some time ago, I saw you hugging a girl. I guess it was Miss Mo. I was embarrassed to disturb you at the time."

After Xiao Kai left, Nan Feng's mind was completely occupied by his words. He secretly wondered if the Mo Yu Xiao Kai mentioned was the girl who frequently appeared in his mind, but whose face was always blurry.

At the racecourse, and many other times, fragments would suddenly flash through his mind, with a girl in them. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see her face clearly. If he tried hard to think about it, he would get a severe headache.

So, Nan Feng immediately sent people to investigate, but he did it without telling Qiao Zhengrong, for fear that his grandfather would say that he was not doing his job properly.

After the investigation results came out, Nan Feng saw Mo Yu's photo and related information. At that moment, he felt his heart stop.

How could it be her? The girl I met in the coffee shop turned out to be Ni Jiamu's sister! The sister of the treacherous and treacherous person that my grandfather mentioned!

He also found some photos of himself and Mo Yu together. In the photos, both of them were smiling brightly, and the picture was extremely harmonious and beautiful.

Nan Feng couldn't understand how a girl like this could be the one his grandfather had said he couldn't trust. He felt like his head was about to explode. Why couldn't he remember their past? Who should he trust?

Thinking of this, Nan Feng suddenly picked up another bottle of wine and drank it down, but what Qiao Zhengrong said kept echoing in his mind like a spell.

"No one in the Ni family is a good person. Don't trust them."

"Who should I trust? Why don't I remember anything?" Nan Feng roared in anger, pounding his head. His body tilted, and the bottle beside him fell to the ground.

A loud bang instantly attracted everyone's attention. Mo Yu also heard the noise. She turned around and saw Nan Feng lying on the ground, his hand cut by the broken bottle and bleeding.

Mo Yu was extremely anxious. She ran over quickly and carefully helped Nan Feng back to his seat. Her voice was full of heartache: "Brother Nan Feng, why did you drink so much? Let me see, is your hand seriously injured?"

Nan Feng stared at Mo Yu for a long time with his drunken eyes half-closed. When he saw clearly that it was her, he suddenly waved his hand vigorously, pushed Mo Yu aside, and shouted loudly: "You are Ni Jiamu's sister? What gives you the right to control me?"

"Brother Nanfeng, your hand is injured. I'll take you to the hospital. No matter what grudge you have with my brother, your injury is the most important thing now."

"Grudge?" Nan Feng latched onto the word, his mind replaying the image of his grandfather's earnest admonitions. "Get out! I won't trust you, Ni family! My grandfather hates you. Get out!"

"There must be a misunderstanding here." Mo Yu stepped forward again, gently grasped Nan Feng's hand, and checked the injury. "Let's go to the hospital first, and then we can talk things out after the wound is treated."

"No need!" Nan Feng pushed Mo Yu out again. As Mo Yu stepped back, she stepped on a beer bottle and fell backward uncontrollably.

Mo Yu closed her eyes in fear, but the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes and found that Ni Jiamu had caught her steadily.

"Qiao Feng, what's wrong with you? How dare you hit Xiaoyu!" Ni Jiamu's eyes burned with rage, as if ready to devour her at any moment. He strode forward, grabbed Nan Feng, who was half-leaning on the sofa, and raised his fist to hit her hard.

Nan Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up shakily, and shouted unyieldingly, "What am I afraid of? You Ni family members better not mess with me!"

After hearing this, Ni Jiamu threw another punch, knocking Nan Feng down on the sofa. He said angrily, "I knew you were not a good person! I don't care if you pretended to like Xiaoyu before. From now on, if you dare to mess with her again, I will make you pay."

Just as Ni Jiamu was about to punch Nan Feng again, Mo Yu was quick-witted and quickly stepped forward to stop him, dragging him out of the bar.

After leaving the bar, Mo Yu stopped, frowned tightly, and stared straight at Ni Jiamu.

Ni Jiamu seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and said first, "I wasn't monitoring you. I was playing with Jin Wei and the others in the private room upstairs and happened to see you when I came downstairs."

"Why did you hit Brother Nan Feng? I want to take him to the hospital."

Upon hearing this, Ni Jiamu reached out and grabbed Mo Yu's hat, saying in a stern tone, "The Qiao family just went to jail, and Qiao Feng isn't a good person either. Don't contact him anymore."

"That's not his fault. It's his grandfather who always speaks ill of us in front of him."

Ni Jiamu pursed his lips tightly, trying to regulate his breathing. He waved his hand in front of Mo Yu, as if to "manually mute the microphone": "Don't mention him."