The time of the city

Chapter 115 Birthday Party 3

Upstairs in the Golden Palace, Qiao Zhengrong was holding a glass of red wine, watching the people coming and going, then turned to Qiao Feng and said:

"Ah Feng, everyone in the upper class of City A is here, but Grandpa wants you to be the strongest among them, the one they can only dream of. Besides, the other three families are all eager to make a move, hoping to dominate the world. Ah Feng, remember, you are the one who will stand at the top of the pyramid."

Nan Feng had memorized Qiao Zhengrong's words by heart. He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. "I understand, Grandpa. It's almost time. Let's go downstairs."

After Qiao Zhengrong went downstairs, the originally bustling hall suddenly became quiet. He waved his hand, stood on the stage, took the microphone, and his sonorous and powerful voice spread throughout the hall.

"Thank you all for taking the time to attend my grandson Qiao Feng's birthday party. Please take a seat." (One thousand words omitted here)

Qiao Zhengrong seemed to have taken stimulants and could not stop talking. He changed the topic to the development of Qiao Corporation and Nan Feng's study abroad life. Mo Yu yawned and was completely drowsy.

Lin Xiao leaned over and whispered in Mo Yu's ear, "Grandpa Qiao talks a lot. Once when I went to his house, he kept me talking for an hour, just like a math class." Mo Yu nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I've almost finished what I said. Ah Feng, come up and say a few words."

"Hello everyone, I'm Qiao Feng." As soon as he came on stage, the originally lifeless audience became lively again, and the girls were fascinated by him.

Mo Yu raised her head and felt that it looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Nan Feng on the stage is gorgeous but not vulgar, lazy and elegant. Under the spotlight, she is both obsessed and submissive.

Mo Yu stared at him straight until she saw the scar on the left side of his neck. She couldn't believe that the Qiao Feng on the stage was her brother Nan Feng who gave her warmth and protection.

She had heard his name several times, and they were in the same city. Mo Yu stood up uncontrollably.

She remembered the scar on his left neck that was caused by a burn while protecting her. It was winter in the orphanage, and the director lit a fire in the yard and buried some potatoes in it.

Mo Yu squatted beside the brazier and waited quietly for the potatoes to be cooked. She and Nan Feng wanted to share half each.

After waiting for the potatoes to be cooked, a little boy snatched two potatoes away. Mo Yu grabbed the edge of the boy's clothes and said in a low voice, "Each person can only take one. The other one is mine."

The boy pushed Mo Yu away and said, "What's it to you if I want to eat a few?"

Mo Yu got up from the ground unconvinced and grabbed the boy's legs, tripping him and saying, "Give me back my potatoes."

"Damn it!" The boy picked up the tongs from the brazier and was about to burn Mo Yu. Nan Feng rushed over and hugged Mo Yu, and the tongs burned Nan Feng's left neck right.

She remembered that she cried for a long time that day, saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Nan Feng smiled and said, "It's okay. We won't eat those stinky potatoes. When I grow up, I'll make a lot of money and buy you lots of delicious food."

Seeing Mo Yu standing there without saying a word and staring straight at Nan Feng on the stage, everyone in the audience looked at her in confusion. Nan Feng also stopped talking. He remembered her, the Wangzai girl he had seen in the supermarket.

The man on the stage and the girl below stared at each other. It seemed as if there were only the two of them in the entire golden hall, and the air around them was still.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you? Or do you want to say something?"

Mo Yu just stood there, as if her soul had left her body, and she couldn't hear what Nan Feng said at all. Her mind was filled with memories of her childhood with her brother Nan Feng.

Ni Jiamu on the other side was very anxious, but he couldn't come over due to seating restrictions. Lin Xiao next to him met his anxious expression and kept pushing Mo Yu who was standing.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong? You don't have to be like this when you see a handsome guy."

Mo Yu finally reacted and bowed deeply to Nan Feng. "Sorry, happy birthday."

After Mo Yu sat down, Lin Xiao approached with a gossipy look on her face. "I always thought you weren't interested in handsome guys, but I didn't expect you to be so crazy about them. You should be immune to handsome Jia Mu. Xiao Yu, Qiao Feng and I have nothing to do with each other. Go ahead and pursue him."

Song Fei knew that Mo Yu was not a fangirl. She grabbed Mo Yu's hand and asked quietly, "Is this someone you know?"

"It's Brother Nanfeng."

"You mean he's the brother Nan Feng you met in the orphanage?"

Mo Yu nodded, then looked up at Nan Feng on the stage.

Nan Feng finished his speech and left the stage. The hall became lively again. The sound of a piano rang out, the lights dimmed, and the sound of a waltz filled the air. Everyone grabbed their partner and began to dance.

Nan Feng walked towards Mo Yu. He felt that the girl was familiar and was very curious about her actions just now. He wanted to take this opportunity to find out more.

After standing in front of her, he bent slightly and extended his hand to Mo Yu with a smile on his face.

"May I have the honor?"

There was a huge vortex of stars hidden in his eyes, flowing and turning, so firm and so warm.

Mo Yu stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, "Brother Nanfeng, I'm Xiaoyu."

Mo Yu said this with excitement and nervousness, while Nan Feng, standing across from her, felt a surge of surprise fill his heart and even his blood. He should have thought of this earlier; he should have recognized her at the supermarket that day.

Nan Feng hugged the girl in front of him, his voice trembling with extreme excitement, "Xiaoyu, I finally found you, I missed you so much."

The scattered islands will find the sea, and the drifting ships will finally reach the shore.

Mo Yu hugged him back, and this scene happened to be seen by Ni Jiamu who had just gone to the bathroom. Lin Xiao was so anxious that she was at a loss, as she had originally looked like she was supporting the couple.

Ni Jiamu took two steps at a time and walked up to the two of them, pushing Nan Feng away. "Qiao Feng, let go of your dirty hands. You can't just hold my Xiaoyu."

Mo Yu grabbed the corner of Ni Jiamu's clothes and said, "Brother, he is Brother Nan Feng." Then she looked at Nan Feng and said, "I was adopted by the Ni family. This is my brother. He treats me very well."

Nan Feng was even happier. Mo Yu was adopted by the Ni family. Given the status and position of the Ni family, his grandfather should not object to him marrying Mo Yu.

Ni Jiamu pursed his lips tightly, his heart was beating fast and he couldn't breathe. How could he describe the feeling in his heart? It was like the treasure he had guarded with great difficulty was discovered again, and he could only run and hide with the treasure.

"Xiaoyu, please leave me your contact information."

Ni Jiamu stood between the two of them and said, "No need. Xiaoyu, it's getting late and you should go home."

Mo Yu took out her phone and said, "This is my phone number. This is also my WeChat number."

Nan Feng nodded, then turned to Ni Jiamu and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ni, for taking care of Xiaoyu over the years."

After hearing what he said, Ni Jiamu snorted coldly, "It's incomprehensible."

After getting on the bus, Ni Jiamu was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He said coldly, "Where are you getting off, Miss Song?"

"Mr. Ni, Xiaoyu and I live together."

"Live together? Why haven't I seen you before? Living on my balcony?"

"Brother, Feifei just arrived today. She will live with us from now on."

They traveled in silence all the way. After tonight, Ni Jiamu felt a stronger sense of crisis, and Nan Feng had more expectations for life.