The time of the city

Chapter 253 Ni Jiamu Fainted

Late at night, He Qingqing's high heels made a sharp sound as they stepped on the carpet, and she suddenly pushed open Wu Kang's door.

With the dim moonlight streaming in from the window, she saw Wu Kang lying on the bed with his legs spread out, sleeping soundly.

He Qingqing's anger instantly reached its peak. She rushed forward without hesitation and slapped Wu Kang hard in the face.

Wu Kang cried out in pain, covering the place where he was hit with his hands in a panic, and jumped up from the bed.

His hair stood up like a bunch of dead grass, having not been groomed for a long time. His beard was untidy and his dark circles were so thick that they extended to his cheekbones, as if he had been punched twice.

"You've been hanging out in the casino every day recently. You want to die, Wu Kang!" He Qingqing put her hands on her hips, her chest heaving violently, her voice sharp and angry.

Wu Kang's head was buzzing from the beating. Upon hearing this, his sleepy eyes instantly became bloodshot. He cursed, "You're the one who's going to die! You stinky bitch! I haven't slept for days and nights, and I just fell asleep and you're running wild!"

He Qingqing snorted coldly, took out her phone, swiped her fingers quickly, and flipped through the chat history with Nan Feng. She held it in front of Wu Kang, and the bright light of the screen reflected her distorted face: "A Feng has ignored me for many days! I asked you to find a hypnotist before, are you deaf? Is the medicine not working? Could it be that A Feng has recovered his memory? Hurry and increase the dosage! If he doesn't marry me, you won't get a penny!"

Wu Kang wiped his face with his hand and yawned. "Hypnosis is only done once every two months, and the time hasn't come yet. The dosage has already been increased, and it can't be increased again. Qiao Feng can't possibly recover his memory. If he did, would we still be arguing here?"

"Why can't I add more? I clearly told him during hypnosis that I am his lover who has been in love with him for many years, but why do I feel that he doesn't love me at all!" He Qingqing stomped her feet in anger, her eyes red.

"The dosage is already high enough, and we've repeatedly tampered with his memory. Are you trying to turn him into a fool?" Wu Kang curled his lips and scoffed, "Hypnosis can only make Qiao Feng mistakenly believe you're his lover, making it easier for you to take him down. But you can't change his heart. You're so pretentious and mean, how can Qiao Feng not hate you?"

He Qingqing was furious. She clenched her fists and slammed them hard on the bed. "Then what should I do?"

"What else can we do? Apologize to him and admit our mistake. Qiao Feng is a responsible man. He knows that you are his fiancée. As long as you don't cause too much trouble, he will marry you." Wu Kang said, his eyes rolling around, glancing at He Qingqing's brand-name bag.

He Qingqing subconsciously covered her bag and asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

Wu Kang grinned playfully and rubbed his hands: "I lost all the money you gave me. Give me some more."

"I've given you all the money Ah Feng gave me. I told you not to gamble, but you didn't listen. Now you lose and come asking for money again. No way!" He Qingqing raised her eyebrows and put the bag behind her back.

Wu Kang's expression changed instantly. He stood up suddenly, grabbed He Qingqing's hair and swung it hard. He Qingqing felt dizzy and fell heavily to the ground, her head buzzing.

When she came to her senses, Wu Kang had already snatched the bag and was searching for something.

"You beast, give it back to me!" He Qingqing struggled to get up and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Tsk, Qiao Feng is really generous to you. He even gave you the black card. I'll take the card. You go back, apologize to Qiao Feng sincerely, and then use some charm to seduce him." Wu Kang waved the black card proudly.

"You beast, why don't you just die!" He Qingqing rushed over and tried to take the bag back.

Wu Kang grabbed He Qingqing and pushed her towards the door: "I can't bear to die before you give me a son. Go out, I want to catch up on my sleep." After saying that, he immediately closed the door and locked it.

He Qingqing looked at the closed door, clenched her fists tightly, and dug her nails into her flesh: "Wu Kang, don't force me, you deserve to die."

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In the afternoon coffee shop, warm yellow light casts a shadow on the wooden tables and chairs, and the rich aroma of coffee fills the air. Ni Jiamu, Ji Lin, and Bai Jinwei sit around a round table in the corner, their conversation punctuated by occasional conversation.

"You don't know, Xiaoyu has been making pig's trotter soup for me every day lately. I'm almost vomiting from it." Ni Jiamu shook his head helplessly, stretching out his hands and gesturing, "I feel like my hands are about to turn into pig's feet."

Ji Lin laughed heartily and casually put his arm on Bai Jinwei's shoulder: "You are obviously showing off! After all, I have a girlfriend, but Jinwei is still a single dog!"

Bai Jinwei shook Ji Lin's hand away in disgust, curled his lips and said, "Go away! I have fine wine to accompany me, why do I need a girlfriend? I'm very comfortable."

Ni Jiamu seemed to suddenly remember something and excitedly showed his phone wallpaper, beaming with joy as he said, "Look, this is the portrait Xiaoyu drew of me. Linzi, ask your girlfriend to draw one for you too. Jin Wei, you can only rely on your fine wine to paint your portrait!"

Bai Jinwei raised his fist and waved it in the air, feigning anger and saying, "Linzi, quickly deal with him! He deserves a beating! Asking your doctor girlfriend to draw a portrait of you might turn out to be an electrocardiogram!"

Ni Jiamu smiled and put away his phone, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. He was about to continue teasing when suddenly, his pupils contracted and the coffee cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Before anyone could react, Ni Jiamu frowned in pain, clutching his stomach with both hands. His body curled up uncontrollably, shaking all over. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his lips were pale, devoid of any color.

Ji Lin and Bai Jinwei's smiles froze on their faces. They looked at each other and asked anxiously at the same time, "Jia Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Ni Jiamu held on, his voice weak and hoarse: "I may have a stomach problem, it's okay, just take some stomach medicine." As he spoke, his hands trembling, he groped for the bag beside him, trying to find the stomach medicine.

However, before he could find the medicine, he was hit by a severe dizziness. Ni Jiamu's body tilted and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Ji Lin and Bai Jinwei's faces changed drastically when they saw this. Ji Lin quickly took out his cell phone and called the emergency number. Bai Jinwei squatted down, patted Ni Jiamu's cheek, and shouted anxiously: "Jiamu! Jiamu! Wake up!"