The time of the city

Chapter 143 Lowering the Bottom Line

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Yu stopped walking and slowly turned her head, just in time to meet Ni Jiamu's gloomy face. His almond-shaped eyes were full of anger.

"Ni Jiamu, you are here too, what a coincidence." Nan Feng saw that Ni Jiamu was not as shocked as Mo Yu, as if it was expected.

"You're looking for death." As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Jiamu swung his fist and hit Nan Feng's right cheek hard.

"Brother!" Mo Yu cried out in surprise.

"Ni Jiamu, what are you doing here?" Nan Feng licked his bleeding lips and then kicked Ni Jiamu in the stomach.

Ni Jiamu was kicked back several steps. He grabbed his suit jacket and threw it to the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a hurricane that could be blown at any moment. "Did I ever say to stay away from my people?" He rushed forward again, and the two of them grappled with each other.

Both of them were big shots, and this fight attracted countless onlookers, who were all taking pictures with their mobile phones, and no one stopped them.

Mo Yu was very anxious when she saw that both of them were injured, but they didn't listen to her advice at all. Fortunately, the security guards arrived in time, evacuated the crowd, and pulled Ni Jiamu and Nan Feng apart.

"Qiao Feng, don't let me see you and Xiaoyu together again, understand?"

"When you were little, you were good to Xiaoyu, and she only felt grateful for you, so stop being so sentimental. Besides, it was me who stayed with her for so many years, and it will only be me in the future."

Nan Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, smiling instead of angry. "I'm being sentimental, but what about you? You can only be Xiaoyu's brother. Don't ask for any other identity. Your love will never be seen in public, Ni Jiamu."

"What the hell did you say?" Ni Jiamu broke free from the security guard, stepped forward and grabbed Nan Feng's collar, and his expensive shirt was wrinkled.

"Brother," Mo Yu was afraid that the two would fight again, so she hurried forward and grabbed Ni Jiamu's arm. "Brother, let's go. Stop fighting. Brother Nanfeng and I are just going to the orphanage together."

"Moyu, you're amazing." Ni Jiamu pushed Nan Feng away and dragged Moyu towards the elevator. Nan Feng tried to catch up, but saw Moyu shaking her head at him.

The air pressure was extremely low along the way. Anger and madness intertwined in Ni Jiamu's dark eyes. Fear filled Mo Yu's whole body. Her hand was pulled by Ni Jiamu and it hurt, but she didn't dare to say a word.

After arriving at the room and closing the door, Ni Jiamu turned over and pressed her under him before Mo Yu could speak. "So this is why you didn't video chat with me yesterday?" His voice was hoarse and low, and his eyes were full of strong aggression.

"I... I was wrong, brother." Mo Yu was confused and didn't dare to look at Ni Jiamu's angry eyes.

"Why do you always lie to me? Why?" His voice became louder, and the breath of his words hit Mo Yu's face. The scent of male hormones instantly rushed into her nose.

She didn't know what he was going to do, and her heart was beating wildly. During the fight, several buttons on Ni Jiamu's collar were pulled off, and the lines of his collarbone were exposed in Mo Yu's eyes, telling of endless ambiguity.

"I was wrong, brother. I won't dare to do it again."

"Mo Yu, is there anything you dare not do?" Ni Jiamu looked at the pitiful girl with tears in her eyes under him. His eyes passed through her eyes, small nose, and finally stopped at her pink lips.

The dim light made Ni Jiamu's eyebrows look much softer. His gaze stayed on her lips for a long time, and then his Adam's apple moved.

"Brother, no." Mo Yu realized what Ni Jiamu was going to do and screamed in horror.

Mo Yu's call finally sobered him up. He got up from her, grabbed a handful of hair, and looked at her calmly. "Stay in my room for the next few days. I'll go back to City A when I'm done."

Then he stood up with his hands and walked out the door without looking at her again.

Nan Feng had just come out of the shower when Qiao Zhengrong called. He took a deep breath and slid his thumb across the key to answer the call.

"What did you do, you bastard? You're not going to give up until you piss me off to death? Who told you to go to S City with Mo Yu? Did you know that the video of you and Ni Jiamu fighting was all over the news?"

"Then grandpa can just spend the money to withdraw."

"Get back to City A right now. If I don't see you tomorrow, your friend's grandmother will be dead. Ah Feng, don't go against me."

Nan Feng's hand that was wiping his hair froze instantly, "Grandpa, you..."

"Grandpa will wait for you to come back."

"Grandpa" No matter how Nan Feng called, the only response was the busy tone of the phone being hung up. The window was wide open, and a cold wind blew in his face. His body became stiff, and he still couldn't make a decision for himself.

He really wanted to not care about anything, as long as he could be with Mo Yu. He always hesitated between kindness and selfishness, but he couldn't do it. He didn't have absolute kindness, but he didn't have extremely cruel selfishness either.

So, he was manipulated by Qiao Zhengrong again and again. His rationality was bound by his emotions, and his emotions forced him to choose rationality and sobriety.

"Book me a flight back to City A, the sooner the better."

Mo Yu had just turned on the TV when the door opened and Ni Jiamu came in carrying a few bags of food. There was no expression on his face, but he was not as frightening as before.

"Come over for dinner."

"I'm not hungry, brother, you eat." Mo Yu moved towards the sofa.

"Want me to treat you?" Ni Jiamu's tone was not very nice, but rather cold. In Mo Yu's impression, he had not spoken to her like this for a long time. He smiled at her all day long, and she almost forgot that he was a serious and cold person.

"No, I'll go wash my hands first and come right back."

When Mo Yu came over after washing her hands, Ni Jiamu had already taken out all the dishes from the bag and placed them on the table. It was quite rich, and they were all Sichuan dishes that Mo Yu liked.

"Brother, do you want to eat?" Mo Yu knew that Ni Jiamu couldn't eat spicy food, but she still asked politely.

"I've eaten there. Yesterday, my staff recommended this Sichuan restaurant as delicious. I was thinking of bringing you here when I had the chance, but I didn't expect you to come here with Qiao Feng."

Seeing that Ni Jiamu was still angry about her coming to S City without permission, Mo Yu didn't dare to say anything and could only eat the delicious food in silence.

"Is there any place you want to go? I'll take you there." Ni Jiamu's voice softened.

"No, brother, just work hard. We'll go back when you're done."

"You really don't want to go?"

"Well, no, brother, can I discuss something with you?" Mo Yu suddenly remembered what Song Fei asked her to do a few days ago. She hadn't seen Ni Jiamu in the past few days and almost forgot about it.

"what's up?"

"Feifei wants to work at Ni's. Can you help her?"

"What can she do with just a high school diploma? You just do whatever Song Fei asks you to do. I don't know whether to call you naive or stupid."

Mo Yu put down her chopsticks and grabbed Ni Jiamu's arm. "Brother, Feifei just wants to find a job. She's very smart and can learn anything. She's my friend, so I just want to help her. She came from America and has no one to rely on. She's really pitiful, brother."

"Hey, I really can't do anything about you. Let her start from the bottom and have a two-month probation period. If she doesn't pass, don't come to me then. Do you understand?"

"I heard it, thank you brother."

"Eat." What else could he do? Mo Yu was the one he loved, so he could only lower his limits for her again and again.