The time of the city

Chapter 179 I don’t know you

In the warm and elegant cafe, sunlight shines through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows and onto a table by the window.

Hao Qingqing held her cheeks with both hands, looked at Nan Feng with sparkling eyes, and chuckled softly: "Mr. Qiao, those stories you told are so interesting. It's really fun to chat with you. We can be considered friends, right? How about I call you Afeng from now on and you call me Qingqing?"

Nan Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and replied politely: "Miss Hao...Oh no, as long as Qingqing likes it."

Hao Qingqing's cheeks flushed slightly. She picked up a piece of cake with a silver fork on the table, leaned forward slightly, and said coquettishly with a hint of shyness and anticipation, "A Feng, try this. It's their signature dish. It's delicious."

Nan Feng leaned back slightly, reached out to take the fork, and said softly, "Thank you, I'll do it myself."

Hao Qingqing's eyes dimmed instantly. She bit her lip, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and sat back in her seat.

At this moment, the door of the cafe was flung open, and Mo Yu walked in, looking distraught. Her eyes were empty, her hair was a little messy, and she walked stiffly like a soulless marionette.

Hearing the noise, Hao Qingqing and the others at the table looked up at the door and said, "Ah Feng, look at that girl. She looks so sick and pitiful."

Hearing the voice, Mo Yu moved her eyelids, and the moment she saw Nan Feng, her eyes lit up, a ray of hope in despair.

So much had changed, but fortunately Nan Feng was still around. He had given Mo Yu hope back in the orphanage, and now, like a lifeline, she needed him to give her hope again.

She quickly ran to the table and shouted excitedly, "Brother Nan Feng!"

Nan Feng was startled by the sudden voice. He frowned, looked Mo Yu up and down, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

Mo Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief, and her voice trembled: "I'm Xiao Yu, Brother Nan Feng, are you kidding me?"

Mo Yu's first reaction was that Nan Feng was joking with her, but the confusion and strangeness in his eyes didn't seem fake. He looked at her as if he were looking at a stranger he had never met before. That look pierced Mo Yu's heart.

Seeing this, Hao Qingqing's eyes showed a hint of displeasure, and she stood up and stood between the two of them.

"Little sister, I just saw you looking so haggard and felt sorry for you, but I didn't expect you to be trying to climb up the social ladder. And his name is Qiao Feng, not Nan Feng, and he hasn't done his homework well."

After speaking to Mo Yu, Hao Qingqing turned back to her seat and looked at Nan Feng. "Ah Feng, I've heard many girls try to turn themselves into beautiful women by relying on their looks, but I've never heard of this young lady using this tactic."

After hearing what Hao Qingqing said, Nan Feng frowned even tighter, and his tone became cold and stiff: "Miss, I don't know you, please don't disturb us, I don't like to get too entangled with strangers."

Mo Yu stumbled back a step, her face turning even paler. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Stranger?" Suddenly, she grabbed Nan Feng's arm and said, "I understand. It's because my brother exposed Qiao's stock price and it caused it to plummet that you don't want to talk to me anymore, right? Are you blaming me? You've cancelled your WeChat account and changed your phone number. Are you planning to completely stop contacting me? Then were you lying when you said you'd been looking for me for so many years?"

Nan Feng pulled his arm out and raised his voice impatiently, with a hint of anger in his voice: "You did do some homework, but I don't understand what you said. I say again, I really don't know you, please leave."

Hao Qingqing's eyes kept searching Mo Yu. Her intuition told her that the woman in front of her did not seem to be lying. She picked up her phone, secretly took a photo of Mo Yu and sent it to her assistant, asking him to check all of Mo Yu's information.

After sending the message, she said to Mo Yu, "Little sister, hurry up and leave. If I call the security guard to chase you away later, you'll be embarrassed."

"Brother Nanfeng, are you really going to kick me out?"

After a long time without receiving a response from Nan Feng, a tear fell. Mo Yu took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll go."

She clenched her fists, tried her best to control her emotions, and walked out of the cafe step by step.

Everything is changing. People are born and die every day, and tall buildings are built. How can she ask Nan Feng to remain unchanged?

Nan Feng stared at Mo Yu's departing figure, his heart aching inexplicably, as if an invisible thread were tugging at his heart. Suddenly, his head ached. He clutched his head with both hands, his face pale, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

Hao Qingqing stood up in panic and walked over to Nan Feng: "Ah Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Nan Feng endured the pain, took out a medicine bottle from his bag, poured out two pills, and swallowed them. After a long while, his expression finally eased.

"It's okay, it's an old illness. I have something else to do at the company. Sorry, I have to leave first." After saying that, he stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Hao Qingqing sitting there with a confused look on her face.

Mo Yu walked to a place where there was no one and then burst into tears. She didn't understand and didn't believe why Nan Feng refused to recognize her.

She cancelled her WeChat account and changed her phone number. She could comfort herself that Nan Feng might have encountered something, but Nan Feng's attitude today made it impossible for her to comfort herself.

Mo Yu walked towards home step by step. Halfway there, it started to rain. A man in work clothes ran out and handed her an umbrella.

"Miss Mo, how about I drive you home, or you take this umbrella."

Looking at the Ni logo printed on the umbrella, Mo Yu grabbed the umbrella, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it hard.

"Ni Jiamu sent you to monitor me? Am I his prisoner? Do I have no freedom? Get out!"

After driving the man away, Mo Yu continued to walk slowly towards home. The rain was getting heavier, blurring her vision and soaking her entire body.

"Hecheng, it's raining. Are you cold? A lot has happened since you disappeared. My brother has changed, and so has Brother Nanfeng. Can you please come back?"

It was not until the evening that Mo Yu walked back home. When Wang Ma saw Mo Yu, who was as miserable as a drowned rat, her eyes were filled with anxiety and distress.

"Xiaoyu, how did you get yourself into this state? The psychiatrist told you to be happy every day. Go change your clothes quickly. Aunt Wang will blow dry your hair and make you some ginger soup."

"No, I can handle it myself."

Mo Yu went upstairs and closed the door, isolating Wang Ma's nagging voice behind the door.

She was very tired and wanted to take a nap.