The time of the city

"You're quite stubborn, just like your mother." Xiao Yuan walked into the inner room. "I'm going to turn the house upside down right now. I don't believe I can't find it. I'll give you some time to think about it. Do you want to tell me or not?"

Xiao Hecheng fell to the ground, staring blankly into the inner room with those sad and desperate eyes. Xiao Yuan cursed as he searched. The room was full of drawers opening and closing, things clattering on the floor, and the sound of footsteps.

Xiao Yuan didn't even spare the kitchen. He threw the pots and pans everywhere, along with the ingredients that Xiao Hecheng was preparing to make candied haws.

Finally, tears welled up in his eyes and the scene before his eyes became blurred.

"Why is there still a traffic jam?" Mo Yu looked at the bus, which was stuck in a trance, and was extremely anxious. She knew Xiao Hecheng must have prepared everything and was waiting for her. Unfortunately, she arrived during the rush hour, a time when people were most likely to come to the bus at noon.

K walked into Ni Jiamu's office happily, holding two cups of coffee. "Jiamu, how was your trip yesterday? The place I recommended was good, wasn't it?"

"Very good." Ni Jiamu held his face with his hands, staring at the computer screen, looking very tired.

K handed a cup of coffee to Ni Jiamu, turned around and sat on the sofa, hugged his legs and laughed, with uncontrollable joy on his face.

Hearing the laughter, Ni Jiamu turned around and saw K's left hand wrapped in plastic wrap. "What's that? What are you doing?"

"This?" K raised his hand wrapped in plastic wrap. "Fei Fei held my hand, and I couldn't bear to wash my hands, so I wrapped it in plastic wrap."

Ni Jiamu looked at K with disdain and said, "Have you been drugged? Don't get too emotional, it will only lead to mistakes."

"Take care of yourself first. Why do you look so weak and pale? Are you sick?" K stepped forward and touched Ni Jiamu's forehead, but he pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me with your unwashed hands. I just have a cold and a headache."

"Then you should go back and have a rest. Let your little Moyu take good care of you. Don't drink the coffee. I'll give you a full cup for 999." K pulled the coffee off the table and turned to walk out.

Xiao Yuan searched for more than half an hour, but he couldn't find any of Xiao Hecheng's mother's dowry, as if it had vanished into thin air. He could no longer care for the seriously injured Xiao Hecheng, so he just lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Hecheng felt increasingly uncomfortable and fainted. During this time, he had a dream in which his mother was painting on the balcony with a beautiful smile on her face.

He walked towards his mother. On the drawing paper was his father, Xiao Yuan. "Mom, Dad is not good to me at all. Please don't draw him." In the dream, Xiao Hecheng pouted angrily, like a bullied little kid.

"Baby, Daddy loves you. You are the fruit of mommy and daddy's love." The mother was not angry. She touched his head and spoke with a smile.

"But he beat me and you, he squandered all the family money, and he even wanted to sell your dowry."

"How could that be? He won't do that. Mom believes in him. Okay, baby, mom is leaving. Don't blame dad. He will get better." After saying that, Xiao Hecheng's mother disappeared as if she had never been there.

Xiao Hecheng took the drawing paper off the drawing board. Xiao Yuan was drawn very handsomely and tenderly by her. His mother still loved his father until her death. Xiao Hecheng woke up from his dream with a scream.

Xiao Yuan was woken up by the noise and jumped out of bed angrily. Without even putting on his shoes, he rushed over and kicked Xiao Hecheng. "What are you yelling about, you beast?"

"Knock, knock, knock" There was a knock on the door. Xiao Hecheng stared at the door in horror. Could it be Mo Yu? She couldn't be here. He couldn't let Xiao Yuan bully her. He couldn't let her see him in such a mess.

"Who is it?" Xiao Yuan became alert. He looked down and saw Xiao Hecheng staring at the door. He asked in doubt, "Did you call the police? It can't be my enemy. They can't find this place. Bastard, you really called the police."

"Yes, I was so angry just now that I called the police, so if you don't open the door and don't make any noise, nothing will happen. We can solve the problem between us ourselves."

Xiao Hecheng silently prayed that it was not Mo Yu, and even if it was Mo Yu, she would not call him. He hoped that she would leave after knocking on the door a few times without getting a response.

Xiao Yuan squatted down and looked at the door vigilantly. He believed what Xiao Hecheng said.