The time of the city

A week later, Ni Jiamu rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from the nurse.

"Hello, Mr. Ni. Miss Leng woke up this morning, but she seemed to remember nothing." The nurse stood respectfully outside the ward and greeted Ni Jiamu as soon as he saw him coming.

"Amnesia?" Ni Jiamu looked through the window. The woman in the ward had her back to her, and her back looked very frail.

"She has been sitting like this for a long time. It's so pitiful. Mr. Ni, why don't you go in and give her some advice?" the nurse spoke again.

"Hmm." Ni Jiamu pushed open the door. The woman on the hospital bed heard the voice and turned around. There was no expression on her face, like a living dead.

"Do you know who you are?" Ni Jiamu spoke first.

"Will you take care of me? I heard from Aunt Liu that I have no family." Leng Xiyan raised her head and looked at Ni Jiamu. After this period of coma, she had lost a lot of weight, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her lips were chapped. There was no trace of her former charm.

"Leng Xiyan, have you lost your memory? Are you pretending?" K walked slowly into the ward with a pink pig water bottle hanging around his neck.

"My name is Leng Xiyan? Is that my name? Who are you?" Leng Xiyan quickly grasped the key information and asked hurriedly.

"Did you really lose your memory? I thought that the scene on TV where people lost their memory after hitting their heads was just an act. Don't worry, our Jiamu will take care of you. If you work hard, maybe you can even get married with him." K laughed while holding the pig kettle.

"If you can't speak, donate your mouth to someone who can. If that doesn't work, I'll use 502 to glue it shut. You and the urinal around your neck, get out of here."

"It's not a urinal. I bought it for Feifei." K closed the door angrily and walked out.

"Is your name Jiamu? It sounds nice." Leng Xiyan's eyes seemed to light up, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Ni Jiamu remembered the first time he met Leng Xiyan, she also said that her name was nice.

"My name is Ni Jiamu. We were classmates. You once had a crush on someone, and you had an accident. He died, and you were injured."

Leng Xiyan's amnesia was a good thing in Ni Jiamu's eyes, both for himself and him.

"I have someone I like, but I can't remember him at all. Instead, I feel very familiar with you. When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Wait a few more days, you have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Before Leng Xiyan could reply, the door was closed. She had felt pitiful before, but after seeing the man just now, she felt much more at ease.

She was very curious about who the man she liked was. Could he be better than Ni Jiamu? She thought about it over and over again, and finally, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

After class, Song Fei and Mo Yu came to the Italian restaurant where Xiao Hecheng worked for the noodle shop for the noodle shop again.

"Hecheng, are you busy today? This is for you." Song Fei took out an exquisite box from her bag. "Inside is the snowflake crisps I made myself. Try them."

"Thank you." Xiao Hecheng touched the box but quickly took his hand back. "I already took it. I don't like sweet things."

"Then I'll make whatever you like to eat."

"No, thank you. I'll get busy." Xiao Hecheng turned and went to the next table to clean up the dishes.

Song Fei's face was full of disappointment, and her hand holding the box was shaking slightly. Mo Yu saw this and said, "Fei Fei, I didn't expect you could make snowflake crisps. Can you let me try some?"

"Sure, I'll give them all to you." Song Fei felt much better. She opened the box, took out a piece and gave it to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu then noticed that the bag Song Fei was carrying was a Chanel bag. She knew it was a gift from K.

On the other side of the continent, it was almost one in the morning, and Nan Feng's office was still lit. He could only use work to fill his longing for Mo Yu.

There is a photo of him and Mo Yu on his desk. Whenever he feels tired, he looks at it and his body feels much more relaxed.

While Nan Feng was staring at the photo in a daze, the phone rang. It was Qiao Zhengrong calling.

"Hello Grandpa" This was their first call after the quarrel.

"Afeng, you are so cruel. Grandpa didn't call you, and you didn't call Grandpa, nor did you go home to see Grandpa." There was a hint of loneliness in Qiao Zhengrong's voice.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm so busy at work. It's so late. Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"You agreed to meet Lin Xiao some time ago. Why didn't you go? You made the little girl wait for you for a long time."

Nan Feng knew why his grandfather, who was so arrogant, would call to ask for peace. It turned out that he came with a purpose.

"Grandpa, that was the agreement between you and the Lin family, not me." Nan Feng slowly stroked Mo Yu's face in the photo frame with his fingers. He felt that Mo Yu had given him strength, the strength to dare to compete with Qiao Zhengrong.

"A Feng, do you still want that piece of land on Nanhu Island? If you agree to meet Lin Xiao, grandpa will give it to you."

"Brother Nanfeng, I really want to own a small island and build a small house on it. Brother Nanfeng and I can live in it and see the sea when we go out. How wonderful it would be." Mo Yu's words appeared in Nanfeng's mind.

He remembered the day when the adopted child came back to the orphanage to visit them. The child proudly boasted that his adoptive parents had taken him to the island and given each of them a shell.

He remembered that Mo Yu listened very carefully. He remembered that Mo Yu liked the shell very much. He said, "Xiao Yu, don't envy others. Brother Nan Feng will work hard to earn money to buy an island, and we can live there just the two of us."

"A Feng, are you listening? What are your thoughts? Haven't you always wanted to know about this island? How about Grandpa give it to you?"

"Good grandpa, I'm going to see Lin Xiao, don't forget to give me the island."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Feng took the photo frame in his hand and said, "Xiaoyu, Brother Nanfeng has his own island. I will decorate it soon. You will come back, right?" A tear fell on the photo frame. Nan Feng could not wait for Mo Yu's response.

After lunch, Mo Yu and Song Fei said goodbye to Xiao Hecheng and walked out of the restaurant.

"Xiaoyu, wait for me here. I have something to tell Hecheng." After saying that, Song Fei ran into the restaurant again, leaving Moyu alone waiting at the door.

Mo Yu looked at the time. Ten minutes had passed and Song Fei still hadn't come out. The restaurant seemed very lively, so she decided to go in and take a look.

But the scene in front of her really shocked her. Song Fei, who was always gentle and generous, started fighting with a foreign girl. Xiao Hecheng tried to separate them, but both of them were too angry and could not be separated. He even got two scratches on his face.

Song Fei was obviously no match for that girl, but she refused to give in. Both of them had bruises on their bodies and faces.

Mo Yu pushed through the crowd, got between the two men, and shouted, "Stop fighting, talk it out if you have anything to say."

"Xiaoyu, get out of the way. I won't get hurt." Song Fei pushed Mo Yu away and took the opportunity to slap the girl again.

"Really, stop fighting. Someone come and help me." Mo Yu stepped forward again and stood in front of Song Fei. The foreign girl was furious and kicked Mo Yu in the forehead, making her dizzy. She kicked Mo Yu again and kicked her to the side.

Mo Yu felt like a ball, being kicked around. Eventually, her head slammed against the sharp corner of the table, and she felt liquid running down her head. In a trance, she heard Xiao Hecheng's roar, but she couldn't hear what he said. Then, Xiao Hecheng ran towards her, and she was embraced in a warm embrace.

"My head hurts." After saying this, Mo Yu completely fainted.