The time of the city

Chapter 148: Wrongfully Accused

Even though Ni Jiamu drank a lot last night, he went to the company at dawn. Mo Yu also got up early because today was the first day of school.

When she got out of bed, she found that the painkillers on the bedside table had been taken away by Ni Jiamu and replaced with a bottle of ointment.

"Taking painkillers all the time is bad for your health. Applying this on your face will make you feel better."

Mo Yu put the sticky note into her bag with a smile on her face and left the room.

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Ni Jiamu flipped through the documents, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. All his efforts for so long finally paid off. This batch of new energy equipment will be on the market in two months. Thinking that he will be able to see his products in every household in the near future, Ni Jiamu was happy from the bottom of his heart.

There was a knock on the door, and Ni Jiamu turned his eyes away from the documents on the table. He quickly put on a serious expression and said lightly, "Come in."

"Mr. Ni, do you need to report now on the investigation into Ms. Mo's itinerary yesterday?"

Ni Jiamu's slender fingers flexibly turned the pen in his hand, and his obsidian eyes lit up. He was very satisfied with the speed of his subordinates' investigation.

"Tell me, where did she go yesterday? What happened to the injuries on her face?"

"Miss Mo's injuries were caused by a fight with a robber. The thug robbed an old lady selling sweet potatoes. Miss Mo chased after him, but someone later saved her. According to my research, his name is Xiao Hecheng, and he's a famous painter."

"Bai Ze, you don't have to go back. Just stay here and help me. You know what to do with that little gangster." He threw the pen on the table, leaned back in the boss chair, crossed his legs, but his eyes were rare and fierce.

"Thank you, Mr. Ni." After Bai Ze left, Ni Jiamu checked the location on his phone and felt a little relieved when he learned that Mo Yu was at school.

"Song Fei, you are going to make coffee. Bring me a cup too."

"Wait a moment." Song Fei sighed as she looked at the four or five cups that she couldn't hold and walked towards the tea room.

She had thought everything would be fine once she joined the Ni family, but now she was completely a slave. Those who ordered her around were not much better than her. Thinking of this, Song Fei's eyes were full of resentment, and she disliked Ni Jiamu even more in her heart.

"Song Fei, where are you? Come over and help me deliver a document." The sharp and piercing voice that made her irritated came again.

Song Fei gritted her teeth and tried to calm down before she called out to the person behind her, "I'll be right there when I make the coffee."

"This document is urgent. Are you responsible for the delay? Come here quickly."

"I'm here." Song Fei put the coffee cup on the table beside her, ran to the man's workstation, and stretched out her hand, "Give me the file."

"Why are you so slow? You're the one with the least time here. Take it and send it to the conference room on the fifth floor."

As soon as Song Fei left, Sister Cao entered the tea room with cups. Looking at the neatly arranged cups on the table, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, she glanced at the door, and then swept her hand lightly, and all the cups fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Not long after she came out, Song Fei entered the tea room. While checking what was going on inside, she picked up her phone and sent an OK emoji to the HR manager.

"Who just entered the tea room and broke all these cups?" Song Fei held the broken pieces of the cups, her face turning red with anger.

"This is a cup my boyfriend gave me. Song Fei, what happened to you?"

When the others heard the noise, they all came over and blamed Song Fei one after another.

"I asked who just entered the tea room?"

"I went in." Sister Cao stood up, crossed her arms, and glanced at Song Fei with contempt. "You won't doubt me, will you? If it were me, would I generously admit that I went into the tea room? Everyone knows that Xiaoyu asked you to deliver the documents just now. You looked so stinky, but it was you after all."

"That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it was definitely her who broke the cup. I just asked her to deliver a document, and she acted so arrogantly."

"It's not me." Song Fei threw the broken pieces of the cup in her hand to the ground, scaring everyone back several steps.

She pointed at Sister Cao with a red face and said, "Why are you framing me? You broke the cup. You colluded with the HR manager."

"You have such a big imagination, why don't you write a novel? Get out of the way." Sister Cao pushed Song Fei away and walked out the door.

"Stop, why don't you admit it? You didn't make it clear that it can't happen." Song Fei grabbed Sister Cao's shoulders, her voice trembling with anger.

The girl named Xiaoyu pushed Song Fei to the ground. Her hand pressed against the debris on the ground, and blood immediately oozed out. "Why are you holding on to Sister Cao? You broke your hand yourself. It has nothing to do with me."

"What are you doing instead of working properly?" A low voice came from behind.

Everyone turned around and found Ni Jiamu standing at the door. They immediately returned to their workstations and started working.

"What about you? Why are you still standing here?" Ni Jiamu looked up at Song Fei, his eyes extremely cold and his voice was even colder without a trace of emotion.

"Boss Ni broke several of our employees' cups and blamed Sister Cao for it. She even wanted to hit Sister Cao."

Upon hearing this, Ni Jiamu cast his gaze between the workstations and asked, "Is that so?" His tone was as cold as ice.

"Yes, she even tried to hit us with the broken pieces of the cup, luckily we dodged quickly."

"Her hand was also intended to push Sister Cao down."

"You are talking nonsense." Song Fei stood up from the ground, tears in her eyes, her whole body shaking with anger, her hands clenched into fists, and she breathed hard.

"Okay, now that you're here, do your job well. If you don't want to, you can leave now. Whatever trouble you cause outside has nothing to do with me, but if you affect other employees' work, that's my concern. Don't let me see it next time."

After Ni Jiamu left, Song Fei stared at his back, her eyes full of resentment. She always knew that Ni Jiamu hated her, but she didn't expect it to be to this extent.

If it weren't for Ni Jiamu's connivance, these employees wouldn't have been so presumptuous. Ni Jiamu was the culprit. Hatred surged in her chest like a tide, and she hated everyone who made her life difficult.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Why did grandpa ask you to see me off?" Nan Feng looked at the scenery receding outside the window, feeling very puzzled.

Qiao Zhengrong called him early in the morning and told him that there was a project in Europe for him to inspect. Before he could react, Wu Kang came to take him to the airport.

"A Feng, I also listen to my adoptive father."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of her, Nan Feng turned his face to the window again. Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him. It was Mo Yu.

She was holding a cup of milk tea as if waiting for a bus, her scarf covering half of her face, her hair was messy from the wind, and her dark, clear almond-shaped eyes kept looking around.

"Stop the car, stop the car quickly." He hadn't seen her since the day she was taken away from the hotel by Ni Jiamu. Now that he saw her, his heart couldn't stop beating.

"A Feng, we have to hurry to the airport, otherwise it will be bad if we are delayed."

So Nan Feng could only watch the figure disappear from his sight.