The time of the city

When they arrived at the hospital, Leng Xiyan was sent in for a full-body examination, while Ni Jiamu stood outside waiting.

While waiting, he created a secondary Weibo account, followed Mo Yu's account, and liked all her Weibo updates.

"Jiamu, I've finished my checkup and the doctor prescribed me some medicine. Can you lend me some money to pay for it?"

"Let's go." Ni Jiamu put away his smile, quickly put his phone in his pocket, and walked straight to the toll booth. Leng Xiyan reluctantly jogged to catch up.

"K, do you need to renew your membership? You can get a cheaper price for dyeing your hair next time." The shampoo guy asked with a smile on his face.

"No need, dye it black for me. The back of my head is a little itchy, help me scratch it." K was scrolling through Tik Tok when his subordinate sent him a message.

Clicking on it, he found a several-thousand-word essay that gave K a headache. He glanced through it briefly, and his subordinates found out that the four thugs had left after paying their rent yesterday, which didn't match Kailin's story of being killed the day before. Furthermore, Kailin said the angle she saw was a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, so she couldn't see what happened at all.

Moreover, the four people seemed to have smuggled into the United States, and the police did not want to care where they went and quickly closed the case.

"I signed you up for Chinese tutoring. Go tomorrow. What the hell is that? It's nonsense." K sent a voice message. He then opened Mo Yu's chat room and briefly explained the outcome. Finally, he asked Mo Yu to send Song Fei's contact information.

Mo Yu, who was eating ice cream, received the news and hugged Song Fei excitedly, "Fei Fei is fine, K has found out, Kailin is wrongly accusing you."

"Mu Yuze is quite efficient. Please thank him for me."

"He asked me to give him your contact information, but I refused. K is a scumbag. Feifei, you can't be fooled by him."

"Hey, someone followed my Weibo. It seems to be a small account. He also liked all my Weibo posts." Mo Yu raised her phone to show Song Fei.

"A guy like Xiaoyu is definitely a wretched man. Looking at his profile picture, he looks like a piece of wood. I guess he looks like a piece of wood too. Let's block him." Song Fei took a look at the profile picture and felt extremely disgusted.

"I'll do as you say." Mo Yu locked Ni Jiamu's cell in a small dark room.

In the small square, pigeons were flying freely. The boy spread out his palms and let the pigeons pick up the bread crumbs in his palms. The sky was reflected with colorful clouds. The boy faced the sunset and kept the pigeons company. He fed the pigeons and the pigeons healed him.

A smile appeared on Xiao Hecheng's face, and even the sunlight around him became a little gentler.

"Xiaoyu, is that Hecheng?" Song Fei poked Mo Yu.

"It's him."

Xiao Hecheng turned around and noticed them, then waved at them with a smile.

Song Fei ran to Xiao Hecheng before Mo Yu did. "Hecheng, I want to feed the pigeons too, but I'm afraid they'll peck me."

"No, they are very human." Xiao Hecheng gave all the bread crumbs in his hand to Song Fei and walked to Mo Yu.

"Long time no see, do you want to feed the pigeons?"

"I wanted to play with you before, but I was afraid you were busy. I saw that they were full, so I didn't feed them."

"I'm not busy, you can come to me anytime." Xiao Hecheng said and touched his head shyly.

After Leng Xiyan got the medicine, Ni Jiamu arranged a new residence for her. After finishing everything, he left. In the car, Ni Jiamu took out his phone and clicked on Mo Yu's Weibo, which showed that he had been blocked.

"What? You dare to block me?" Ni Jiamu created another smurf account, opened Mo Yu's chat box, and sent a message: "I'm the person who just followed you and liked your Weibo post. Why did you block me? Can you block me back?"

After thinking about it, Ni Jiamu felt that it was inappropriate, so he sent another smiling emoticon and then turned off the phone with satisfaction.

Nan Feng was called back home by Qiao Zhengrong. Since he took over the company, he rarely went home. When he received Qiao Zhengrong's call this time, he felt a little uneasy.

When he got home, he found the servants busy at work, and they even hired a chef to cook. Nan Feng's doubts grew even more intense.

Qiao Zhengrong's hearty laughter came from upstairs. Nan Feng went upstairs and saw Qiao Zhengrong drinking tea with the boss of Lin Corporation. Seeing Nan Feng appear at the door, Qiao Zhengrong waved at him with a smile on his face, "A Feng, come in quickly."

"Grandpa." Nan Feng walked into the room and sat next to Qiao Zhengrong.

"This is the person in charge of Lin's company. Hurry and call him Uncle Lin."

"Hello, Uncle Lin." The man sitting opposite Nan Feng nodded with a smile on his face.

"Madam will be here soon, right? We'll chat slowly at the dinner table later." Qiao Zhengrong poured tea for Lin Yuan.

Nan Feng had never seen Qiao Zhengrong so enthusiastic towards others. If they wanted to cooperate with Lin, it should be Lin who came to curry favor with them. There was only one possibility that Lin had something that Qiao Zhengrong needed. Qiao Zhengrong was a treacherous person, and there must be something wrong when things were abnormal.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Lin raised her glass and said, "Mr. Qiao, this is my toast to you. Xiaoxiao was supposed to come today, but I don't know where she went. The child was too playful and I couldn't find her."

Qiao Zhengrong responded, "It's better for a little girl of this age to be more lively. When she marries my Afeng, she can influence him. He's too dull."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Please don't arrange a marriage for me casually. I already have someone I like."

As soon as Nan Feng opened his mouth, Lin Yuan and his wife looked embarrassed. "I guess Mr. Qiao hasn't discussed it with the children yet. We have to go back and tell my Xiaoxiao. Then we'll leave first." Mrs. Lin pushed Lin Yuan aside and the two of them got up and left.

After the people left, Qiao Zhengrong threw the cup in his hand heavily to the ground and said, "Qiao Feng, you bastard, I just gave you Qiao Group and you're so proud of yourself? The person you like has been burned to death long ago, you must marry into the Lin Group." Qiao Zhengrong was so angry that his chest heaved violently, his face flushed, and he looked like he was going to eat Nan Feng.

"Grandpa, you said you wouldn't interfere with me. How did you know about the fire in the orphanage? Are you investigating me?" Nan Feng was not to be outdone.

"Get out of here, you bastard! How dare you talk back to me? Without me, you're nothing."

"I would have left even if you hadn't told me. I especially wish you hadn't come to pick me up." Nan Feng bowed and walked straight out of the house, ignoring Qiao Zhengrong's yelling behind him.

Nan Feng suddenly wanted to go back to the day when he met Mo Yu, and wanted to push her on the swing again. He had secretly sworn in his heart that he would not marry anyone else in this life except Mo Yu. Even if Mo Yu was gone, he would live alone and never marry anyone else.