The time of the city

Chapter 147 Because It’s Her

Ni Jiamu turned sideways and saw Leng Xiyan standing at the door of the private room. He raised his eyebrows and turned away, as if he was not going to pay attention to her.

The alcohol he drank was very strong and he was a little drunk. He rubbed his hair irritably, trying to sober himself up, but his body was swaying so much that he couldn't even stand steadily.

Leng Xiyan ran to Ni Jiamu and held his other arm. "You go first, I will take good care of Jiamu." She raised her head and glanced at Ni Jiamu who was squinting his eyes. She felt more confident and held his arm tighter.

"I have to get Mr. Ni home safely."

"Do you know who I am? If you offend me, believe it or not, I will make things difficult for you."

Seeing that the assistant was still in a dilemma, Leng Xiyan softened her voice, "Jiamu and I are good friends. I will send him home safely. What else can a girl like me do to him?"

"Then I'll leave Miss Leng in your hands." After the assistant helped Leng Xiyan to help Ni Jiamu into her car, he bowed and left.

Leng Xiyan closed the car door and turned around to see Ni Jiamu already asleep against the window. His cheeks were a little red from being drunk, and his long eyelashes cast a deep silhouette under his eyes.

His thick eyebrows, high nose and beautiful lips all show off his innate nobility.

Leng Xiyan hugged him and let his head rest on her legs. The whole small space was filled with the smell of alcohol and the cold cedar scent of Ni Jiamu.

"Jiamu, I miss you so much. I think of you every day when I can't see you." Leng Xiyan didn't expect to meet Ni Jiamu when she came out to discuss cooperation.

She leaned over, their lips only a few centimeters apart, and she felt his alcoholic breath brushing her cheek like a feather.

The corners of her mouth curled up and she kissed Ni Jiamu's lips. But the moment she touched Ni Jiamu, he woke up.

He roughly pushed Leng Xiyan away, grabbed her neck with his hands, and his eyes suddenly turned red, with anger evident in them.

He didn't expect Leng Xiyan to be so bold. "Why are you here? Do you know what you are doing?" His voice was cold without a trace of warmth.

Leng Xiyan's neck was pinched by Ni Jiamu and she couldn't breathe at all. She held his wrist, her brows furrowed in pain, but her heart hurt even more, as if a thousand needles were piercing her heart.

"Jia Mu, I... Lin Haoqing and I broke up. I recovered... my memory. I have always loved you."

When Ni Jiamu heard her words, his face darkened and he pushed her away. "We will never be together. Lin Haoqing is sincere to you, so cherish him." After that, he opened the car door and prepared to get out.

Leng Xiyan hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm sincere to you, too. Why can't you look back at me?" Her feelings for Ni Jiamu were so intense and burning that they burned her heart. Ni Jiamu had trapped her for so long, in her heart and mind.

"I have a favorite person."

"Is it Mo Yu?"

"Yes"

The question in her heart was answered. Leng Xiyan's eyes widened and her voice trembled. "What's so good about her that makes you love her?"

Ni Jiamu turned his head, a fierce coldness appeared on his handsome face. He glared at her and spoke word by word.

"She doesn't have to do anything, she just stands there and I love her."

A tear rolled down Leng Xiyan's eye. "Why?"

"Because it's her."

She finally let go. She already knew the answer, so why did she continue to humiliate herself? She turned her head and looked at Ni Jiamu's back, and at the road ahead that was hidden in the night.

"Jiamu, it's impossible for you and her."

Without waiting for Ni Jiamu's answer, she sat blankly against the car, her arms clasping her folded legs. She couldn't just give up. Her dark eyes were even more intense in the night. She had to get what she wanted.

The cool tear marks were particularly dazzling under the street lights, and her stubborn soul was also sighing.

Ni Jiamu walked for a while, and then his assistant drove over. Seeing Ni Jiamu's gloomy face, the assistant's heart jumped into his throat.

"You're quite capable. I recently mined a batch of mines in Africa. Do you want to guard them?"

The assistant was so scared that he almost stepped on the brake instead of the accelerator. "Mr. Ni, I'm fine with you. I promise I won't do it again next time."

Mo Yu tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her face hurt badly at night. She glanced at the time and it was already past eleven. She had to go downstairs to find some painkillers before Ni Jiamu came back, otherwise he would nag her for a long time when he saw her.

After making the decision, she immediately got out of bed and left the room. Ni Jiamu had just gotten out of the car and saw that the living room light was still on, thinking that the child might have forgotten the time while watching TV.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Mo Yu, who was busy looking for medicine, heard the noise, turned around and made eye contact with him, then quickly turned away and ran upstairs with the painkillers.

"Xiaoyu, why are you running? Why don't you say hello to your brother?" Mo Yu had just stepped onto the stairs when she suddenly felt a hint of warmth on her wrist. The next second, she fell directly into Ni Jiamu's warm arms.

Mo Yu quickly lowered her head. She could smell the strong smell of alcohol on Ni Jiamu. "Brother, did you drink a lot today? Go get some rest!"

"Why don't you look up? What's that in your hand?" Ni Jiamu reached out and snatched the medicine box from Mo Yu's hand, picked it up and took a look. Then a trace of nervousness appeared on his face. "What's wrong? I'll take you to the hospital."

"I just hit my face on a pillar. It hurts a bit. Take some medicine."

"Let me see." Ni Jiamu gently lifted Mo Yu's head. When he saw the redness and swelling on her face, he frowned. He raised his hand and carefully touched her wound. His voice was low and hoarse. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry I didn't take good care of you."

His hands were warm, and Mo Yu felt that her face didn't hurt as much. They were very close, and Mo Yu could clearly hear the steady and strong heartbeat in his chest.

"It was my own carelessness. It doesn't hurt anymore. Brother has been tired all day, go and rest." As she said that, she pushed Ni Jiamu upstairs.

Ni Jiamu returned to his room, looked out at the night, and made a phone call. "Please help me check Mo Yu's entire schedule for today. I need to know everything she did, including the time and location."