The time of the city

Chapter 125 Christmas Chapter (Part )

The snow was falling even harder now, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. Mo Yu tightened her coat and waved to the passing taxis.

As soon as the car stopped, other pedestrians rushed to get on. After that, she couldn't get a taxi at all.

She pulled out her phone, which had already been turned off, and decided to hail a taxi while walking. But after walking for half an hour, no one stopped, perhaps because they saw her clothes were soaking wet and worried about getting their cars dirty.

"Xiaoyu?"

Nan Feng only thought that the back of the girl in front of him looked like Mo Yu. He drove the car closer and then confirmed that it was her.

"Brother Nanfeng."

"Come up quickly, why are you so wet?"

After getting in the car, Nan Feng turned up the air conditioner temperature, took off his coat and put it on Mo Yu, then picked up a new towel to help Mo Yu wipe the water stains on her head and body.

"Xiaoyu, I have a meeting now. Can you go to my office and rest first? I'll take you home after the meeting, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Nanfeng."

After that, she stopped talking and leaned against the car window, looking out at the scenery. The entire city was immersed in a sea of glitz and glamour, infinitely noisy, yet filled with infinite sorrow.

After a while, we arrived at the Qiao Building. This building was towering into the sky and had remained the same for ten years. In this land of high land value, it has always symbolized the money and power that many young people are flocking to.

Nan Feng’s office is on the 12th floor, not the highest floor but high enough to overlook the entire City A.

"Xiaoyu, the assistant will bring you clothes in a while. You can tell her if you need anything. The door that opens is my room. You can go in and rest."

"Okay, I get it. Brother Nan Feng, go to the meeting quickly and don't keep others waiting anxiously."

Nan Feng touched her head and turned to walk into the meeting room.

After changing her clothes, Mo Yu leaned back on the sofa and looked around the office. She looked at Nan Feng's desk, where a childhood photo of the two of them was placed very prominently, and next to it was a sketch of Nan Feng that she had drawn.

After sitting for a while, perhaps because the heating was turned on high, she felt sleepy.

When she woke up, she found that she had fallen asleep a long time ago. She was lying on the sofa, covered with a coat that had the scent of lavender. It was not strong, but very pleasant.

I shifted my gaze and saw Nan Feng not far away. He was leaning back in a chair with his arms stretched out. His slender fingers were holding something shiny, which he kept shining in the light. He had a smile on his face, which could easily make people addicted.

Perhaps the captivating features are even more dazzling under dim light.

"Brother Nanfeng."

After hearing the sound, he turned around and blinked at her. His eyelashes were so long that Mo Yu could feel the light dancing on his eyelashes.

"Awake? I didn't disturb you because I saw you were asleep. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, Brother Nanfeng, what are you holding in your hand?"

"You found out? It's my Christmas gift to you!" Nan Feng spread out his palm, and an exquisite necklace appeared in front of Mo Yu, sparkling under the light.

Mo Yu tilted her head and stared at the necklace for a long time. "I think I've seen this necklace before."

"It seems that my replica was quite successful. Xiaoyu, don't you remember when we were little and we went shopping, you were leaning against the window and staring at this necklace. You said, 'Brother Nanfeng, I want it so badly.' I had no money at the time. Later, I went abroad and wanted to find this necklace. I went to many stores but couldn't find it, so I made one myself based on my memory."

Nan Feng stood behind Mo Yu and carefully put the necklace around her neck. "This necklace has been waiting for its owner for a long time, and it's finally here."

There's a quote that perfectly describes Nan Feng's state of mind: "The world has given me countless joys, and I'm filled with them. It doesn't matter if I miss any of them. I just need one of yours to match my heart."

Byron once asked, If I see you again after so many years, how shall I greet you?

Nan Feng said, use your entire life and the most passionate love.

After Nan Feng sent Mo Yu back to the apartment, an old man called her when she passed the security booth.

"Here's something for you, little girl."

"What is that? It can't be a bomb." A bold and terrifying idea was born in Mo Yu's mind.

"What are you thinking, little girl? It's a cake. It's been sitting in the security booth and I'm so drunk with the smell. A young man put it there. Take it."

Mo Yu took the cake. There was a greeting card on it with the words "Xiao Hecheng" written on it. She opened it, scooped out a bite with a spoon, and put it in her mouth. It was sweet and delicious.

When she entered the room, Song Fei was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Mo Yu hid the cake behind her back and stood not far away, looking at her, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Xiaoyu is back? Have you eaten?" Song Fei put down the book with a faint smile on her face.

"Feifei, Hecheng and I met by accident today, please don't misunderstand."

Song Fei pulled Mo Yu to sit on the sofa. "I believe you. You are my best friend. You must want the best for me."

It was almost two in the morning when Ni Jiamu returned to his apartment from the company. He rubbed his sore eyes in frustration and said, "Why is it so late? Christmas is over."

He pushed open Mo Yu's door and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The girl, perhaps startled by the noise, grumbled and kicked the quilt aside.

Ni Jiamu smiled and tucked the quilt back in. Mo Yu's long hair was scattered across the pillow and quilt, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush from the warm air, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, and her pink lips were especially tempting to pluck.

"How can my dear be so charming?" Ni Jiamu's beautiful fingers traced Mo Yu's pink lips, his expression was infatuated, and a dark light flashed in his eyes as dark as a deep pool. He bent down and was about to kiss her when he saw the shining necklace around her neck.

"Why aren't you wearing the one I gave you?" Among the many Christmas gift boxes he gave Mo Yu was a necklace, but she was wearing one he had never seen before. Could it be a gift from Xiao Hecheng or Qiao Feng? A terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Ni Jiamu took off the necklace from Mo Yu's neck, looked at it again and again in the moonlight, then put it in his trouser pocket and left the room.

The night outside the window was as silent as if it were soaked in ink. Ni Jiamu didn't know when he would stop this chase.