The time of the city

After class, Song Fei almost ran to the noodle shop. Just like the previous few days, Xiao Hecheng and the boss had gone out to purchase ingredients and had not returned yet.

Without seeing Xiao Hecheng, she had no mood to eat and walked out of the school in a daze. She had to do a part-time job while she had no classes in the afternoon. Because Xiao Hecheng ignored her, she had not worked for several days and had little pocket money left.

As usual, she went to the bus stop outside the school to wait for the bus. With more than a dozen stops to go, she pulled out her phone to watch a TV series. Suddenly, she felt a heat in her waist, then dizziness and a spinning headache. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already sitting in a Lamborghini convertible.

"Mu Yuze, are you sick? Don't you know how dangerous this is? You're going to scare me to death." Song Fei cursed at K, her eyes full of disgust. It had only been a few days and K came to see her again.

"If I invite you, will you come with me?" K smiled, his eyes filled with bitterness. "I won't put you in danger. Can you stay with me for a while?"

"Let me get out of the car. Find someone else to accompany you. I'm busy." Song Fei reached out to open the car door, but unexpectedly it had already been locked by K.

"Fei Fei, stop making trouble. It will be dangerous. I bought you some food in the back seat. Do you want to listen to music?" K comforted Song Fei patiently.

"Let me out of the car, Mu Yuze." Song Fei pushed K. She had no feelings for K before, but now she clearly hated him.

"Feifei, calm down. It could be dangerous."

Song Fei ignored K's words, acting like a shrew. She took out all her anger on K, her resentment and her rage, wanting him to bear the full weight of it. She grabbed and hit him, and K had to dodge her attacks while also keeping his eyes on the road, causing the car to swerve along the road.

Song Fei still had no intention of calming down, and even made more noise, hitting the steering wheel several times. Suddenly, a large truck came from the front, driving towards their car aggressively, getting closer and closer. K pushed Song Fei away and turned the steering wheel hard. The car crashed through the railings of the lawn beside the road and rushed into the lawn.

Fortunately, there was no one on the lawn. After the car stopped safely, K was panting heavily, with veins bulging on his forehead and sweat oozing out. Song Fei was not in a much better condition. She had just brushed shoulders with death. Her little face was pale with fear and she stared straight at K.

"Song Fei, do you know how dangerous it was just now? We were almost turned into meat paste. I just want you to accompany me, can't you even spend half a day?" K knocked on the steering wheel with his hands, his face ferocious.

It was the first time that Song Fei saw K angry. She was used to seeing him always smiling, so she was really scared when she saw K who was extremely angry.

Seeing the girl in front of him blushing but still pretending to be calm, K's anger quickly subsided. "Fei Fei, I'm sorry, I'm so angry. Just stay with me for half a day. I'll contact my subordinates to handle this. I'll take you to dinner first."

Song Fei said nothing and made no move to get out of the car. K smiled and said, "Fei Fei, are you willing? Then let's go!"

After experiencing the life-or-death moment just now, Song Fei didn't dare to make trouble again along the way.

After Mo Yu finished lunch, she wanted to wash the dishes, but Leng Xiyan ran to the kitchen first and said, "Xiao Yu, your injury hasn't healed yet. Go watch TV. I'll do the dishes."

Seeing herself being turned away, Mo Yu touched her wound. It no longer hurt and the gauze had been removed long ago. Only Ni Jiamu and Leng Xiyan treated her as a patient. She was simply a flower in a greenhouse.

"Sister Xiyan is so nice. It's not bad to be my sister-in-law." Mo Yu muttered to herself as she walked into the living room and lay down on the warm sofa.

Remembering that she hadn't posted on Weibo for a long time and wondering if those 100 fans had unfollowed her, Mo Yu took out her phone and opened Weibo.

A popular photo caught her eye, and it seemed more and more familiar. Clicking on it, a magnified version of Ni Jiamu's face appeared before her. Sitting in his executive chair, he smiled and made a scissors sign at the camera, captioning his first Weibo post.

"How can this amount to over 5 likes? That's not fair," Mo Yu complained to the screen. Then she opened the comments section, which was filled with comments like, "G is so fast, it's already hit my future husband." Ni Jiamu replied, "Please be mindful of your wording."

Mo Yu grinned from ear to ear and continued scrolling. "Please sign for your Yunda delivery," Ni Jiamu replied. "I rarely shop online, and I think your handwriting is wrong, too."

Ni Jiamu replied to many comments, each of which was beyond Mo Yu's expectations. She didn't expect her brother to be so straightforward and not understand internet memes at all.

But this seems to be very popular, with comments below praising his innocence and cuteness. Clicking on the homepage, Ni Jiamu even has 97 to followers, which is indeed too many compared to Mo Yu's followers.

"I feel like I'd be famous if I became a star." Mo Yu left this sentence among many comments.

K drove the car into a steakhouse, parked the car, and unbuckled Song Fei's seat belt. "Fei Fei and Xiao Yu said you like beef very much. The steak here is very good. Let's go in."

Song Fei nodded, opened the car door, and walked in with K one after the other. The restaurant was crowded, so K found a relatively quiet spot. After Song Fei sat down, she took the menu from K and ordered randomly. "Mu Yuze, do you believe I can order until you go bankrupt?"

"You won't go bankrupt. Just order whatever you want, Feifei. If you go bankrupt, you can make money later."

"Mu Yuze, which one of you is this? The frivolous and playful one? Or the lonely and sad one just now?" When Song Fei first met K, she thought he was a rich second-generation who was uneducated and enjoyed playing with girls' feelings all day long. He had no goals and no direction.

But just in the car, she found that there was an emotion in K's eyes that she could not understand, a little sad and a little lonely.

"Maybe each of them is me, or maybe none of them is me. Feifei, do you think I am the Monkey King? I can transform into 72 different forms." K stuck out his tongue at Song Fei. "But I hope you can help me find my true self. I seem to be lost."

"What's your true self? Mu Yuze, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, the steak is here, I'll help you cut it." K took the knife and fork and carefully and skillfully cut the steak into small equal pieces. "Okay, Feifei, eat quickly, you must be starving, right?"

"Thank you." She was not hungry just now, but when she saw the steak, the visual impact plus the smell made her stomach growl at an inopportune time. She simply did not refuse, took the plate handed to her by K, and started eating.

Looking at the satisfied look on the girl's face, K fell into a memory...