The time of the city

Chapter 222 Memory Rift

"Brother Nanfeng, I'll wash and dry the clothes and leave soon. I won't disturb you for long."

Nan Feng was called back to his senses. He lowered his eyes to look at Mo Yu in front of him. She looked like a little figurine in his baggy clothes and pants. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Brother Nanfeng, what are you laughing at?"

Nan Feng cleared his throat and said, "If you want to stay here for one night, go ahead. I still have work to do, so please feel free to do as you please."

When Mo Yu heard this, her eyebrows lit up and she said, "Thank you, Brother Nan Feng."

Nan Feng turned around, his lips curled up unconsciously, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He had just taken a few steps when he heard the doorbell ring.

When the door opened, He Qingqing appeared at the door with a big bag in her hand and a smile on her face.

"Afeng, I bought a lot of food. Let's eat together." He Qingqing said as she was about to step in.

Nan Feng moved sideways, unnoticedly blocking He Qingqing's steps. "I still have work to do. Please come another day."

"Oh, Afeng, I'll be right here with you and won't disturb you." He Qingqing said as she reached out to push Nan Feng away and walked straight into the house.

When her eyes fell on Mo Yu in the room, the smile on her face froze instantly. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, finally settling on Mo Yu.

"Mo Yu, why are you at A Feng's house? You're wearing A Feng's clothes. Aren't you Ni Jiamu's fiancée? It's not enough that you seduced Ni Jiamu, you're also trying to seduce A Feng."

Nan Feng didn't know why, but when he heard He Qingqing scolding Mo Yu, he felt inexplicably depressed. He stood between the two of them and said, "Qingqing, you go back first..."

Before Nan Feng could finish his words, Mo Yu pushed him away, stared at He Qingqing with anger on her face, and said, "Come out with me, I have something to ask you."

As soon as the two of them left the house, Mo Yu raised her hand and, with a "slap", slapped He Qingqing in the face. The slap was so powerful that a clear slap mark instantly appeared on He Qingqing's face.

"Mo Yu, are you sick? Why did you hit me?" He Qingqing was shocked and angry, and raised her hand to fight back.

Mo Yu reacted very quickly, tilting her head to avoid it, and then raised her hand and slapped her on the other face.

"He Qingqing, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time. You colluded with Leng Xiyan to put drugs in my brother's and my cups. You hurt me terribly. You also lied to me that it was my brother who hypnotized Brother Nan Feng, causing him to lose his memory and not recognize me. I think it was you who did it!"

He Qingqing's eyes began to wander. She naturally couldn't tell Mo Yu that it was Qiao Zhengrong who hypnotized Nan Feng, so she could only pretend to be calm and said, "Why are you entangled so much? Anyway, Ah Feng has forgotten everything between you two. You don't think that just because you slept with Ni Jiamu, he will still like you, right?"

"I never thought of letting Brother Nan Feng like me, but he certainly won't like you either, He Qingqing. You are extremely vicious."

"What are you talking about?" He Qingqing was completely enraged, her eyes blazing with anger. "What makes you say that Afeng won't like me?" She said as she approached Mo Yu step by step. "Mo Yu, don't be ungrateful. Ni Jiamu is willing to play with you now, so you should behave yourself and not mess with Afeng again. Take off his clothes!"

After saying that, He Qingqing reached out and pulled Mo Yu's clothes.

"Let me go!" Mo Yu dodged backwards while struggling hard.

"Take it off!" He Qingqing refused to give in, holding onto Mo Yu tightly. Just as she raised her hand to slap him, Nan Feng grabbed her wrist.

"He Qingqing, stop making trouble in my house, go back!" Nan Feng appeared at the door at some point. He looked very calm on the surface, but his slightly trembling hands revealed the anger hidden in his heart.

"Afeng, look how she beat me." He Qingqing pointed at her red and swollen face and complained to Nan Feng.

Nan Feng just took a quick look and said in a calm tone without a trace of emotion: "Go to the hospital first." After that, he dragged Mo Yu into the house.

He Qingqing stood there in a daze. When she came to her senses, the two had already entered the house. She looked at the half-open door, but she was not going to go in again.

"Mo Yu!" He Qingqing was so angry that she was shaking all over and clenched her fists. "I'm not done with you." She then took out her phone and called Ni Jiamu. "Ni Jiamu, I know where Mo Yu is. I've sent you the address."

After entering the house, Nan Feng went upstairs without saying a word. Just when Mo Yu thought he was angry, Nan Feng came down with a medicine box.

"Apply the medicine yourself, Mo Yu. You are quite capable. You caused trouble for me as soon as you came to my house." Nan Feng handed the medicine box to Mo Yu, but his tone was unusually calm.

Mo Yu glanced at the red wrist that was pinched by He Qingqing, and then thought of He Qingqing's swollen face from being hit by her. She felt that her own behavior was not worth mentioning at all, so she said, "It's okay, no need to apply medicine."

Nan Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking nonchalant: "Whatever you want."

"Brother Nanfeng, do you forget a lot of things? Have you been injured before, like a head hit? Did the doctor say when you can recover?" Mo Yu asked anxiously.

Nan Feng's eyes darkened, his expression instantly becoming gloomy, and he said coldly: "This is none of your business."

"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Seeing that Nan Feng didn't want to talk, Mo Yu stopped asking, but a sad expression appeared on her face.

Seeing her like this, Nan Feng felt inexplicably guilty. He scratched his head and explained, "I've been taking medicine all the time."

After hearing this, Mo Yu's eyes, which had been dim, curved again, and she gave Nan Feng a faint smile: "Brother Nan Feng, you will definitely remember everything."

Everything? Nan Feng repeated this sentence silently in his mind. He also wanted to remember. He had always felt that he had lost a very important memory. Especially after seeing Mo Yu today, he began to waver in his belief in what Qiao Zhengrong said. Is Mo Yu really the scheming person that his grandfather described as someone who would do anything for the sake of profit?

Why do I feel a different kind of emotion when I see her? I actually feel distressed when I see her injured.

"Brother Nanfeng, here, half each." Mo Yu took out a piece of chocolate from the handbag she brought, broke it in half, and handed him half.

Nan Feng stared at the chocolate for several seconds, then took it and put it in his mouth.

As the chocolate slowly melted in his mouth, Nan Feng felt the scene before him was so familiar, but he couldn't remember anything. The nerves in his brain seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, and they kept beating.

The uneaten chocolate fell to the ground. Nan Feng covered his head and shouted, "My head hurts. Help me get some medicine."

"Okay." Mo Yu was extremely anxious. She hurriedly took out the medicine from Nan Feng's pocket, took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

After taking the medicine, Nan Feng leaned on Mo Yu, his frown gradually relaxed, and the expression on his face finally eased a little.

Mo Yu gently pressed Nan Feng's head and asked softly, "Brother Nan Feng, should we go to the hospital?"

"What are you two doing?"