With the table full of joy and warmth, the focus of the restaurant naturally became the three brothers and sisters Di Cheng. They simply added food and picked up dishes, casually stuck out their tongues naughtily, and occasionally wiped the corners of their mouths. Every simple and simple thing revealed that they were brothers and sisters.
The care and attachment between them are very natural actions filled with warmth that trembles the soul.
Ye Wantong didn't know when she shed tears quietly. They were moved. The most ordinary actions reveal the strongest family affection. Only by truly savoring it can you discover the feelings between Di Cheng and Yinyin...it turns out to be so deep and so true.
Di Cheng lived on the street at the age of six, and at the age of seven he picked up Yin Yin, who could not walk, in a garbage dump. The two lives abandoned by life and fate gathered together to stay together, resisting ridicule, welcoming the cold, and pursuing
In food, in mutual encouragement, moving forward step by step, growing bit by bit, that is attachment, an unforgettable attachment.
For the first time, Shalang and the others saw the tender side of Di Cheng under his majesty. However, this did not reduce his image and status in their hearts. On the contrary, it enriched his image and became flesh and blood.
The meal was eaten slowly and deliciously. In the end, even the vegetable soup on the plate was wiped clean by the steamed buns. Infected by the atmosphere, Sha Lang and others' hearts also opened and closed, immersed in a little warmth.
I originally planned to accompany Yinyin for a walk in the countryside after lunch, but just after I paid the money, the brothers in the Guards who were responsible for the secret security sent word that someone wanted to see me.
"Hello, Mr. Di, I am a member of the second intelligence team of the Tide Gang, and I am also the member of the guard team responsible for the safety of Miss Yinyin." The man with a capable air in his stride nodded to Di Cheng in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "Mr. Weng, please come here.
At your convenience, go to Nongchao headquarters, where he will congratulate you on your grand drive. The car is ready and the cover-up is in place so no one will discover your true identity."
"Weng Yun? Your information is really well-informed." Di Cheng signaled Shalang and the others to relax their vigilance.
"Brother, Grandpa Weng takes great care of me, just like his own grandfather. He never lets me suffer any injustice." Yin Yin Lala Dicheng whispered in her sleeves.
"It's been half a year since we last saw each other. I wonder if Mr. Weng would like to come in?"
"You are in good health and in good health. I wonder, Mr. Di, if you want to go now or..."
"Now." Di Cheng motioned to the other party to lead the way. Mr. Weng had invited him many times. It would be inappropriate to refuse too much. Besides, Yinyin's life and safety have been taken care of by him for more than half a year. He should pay him a visit in person to express his gratitude.
After leaving the hotel, the man led Di Cheng and the others through several alleys and into several vans that had been waiting for a long time. Shalang and others followed suit. However, in order to ensure safety and avoid accidents, Wang Zhong automatically led him halfway.
After more than thirty brothers left, they guarded him secretly.
The convoy deliberately detoured a few more streets, and then headed straight to the outskirts of the city. The headquarters of the Tide Gang was not a high-rise building or a manor villa, but a village with a peculiar layout.
It is surrounded by a long-standing ancient forest, in which a large number of guard houses are scattered evenly, forming the outermost defense system of the headquarters. There are three small rivers outside the village that are similar to the moats of ancient cities, each with a length of five
meters wide, separated by six meters of concrete roads covered with iron thorns. Further inside are some scattered households, arranged in unique directions. All the people living inside are the gang's guard troops, forming the strongest force in the headquarters.
The copper and iron walls spread over this area, which is the real core area of the village, where the top figures of the Nongchao Gang live and where the gang affairs office is located.
Ordinary people may not be able to imagine that there is such a base-like village hidden in this seemingly ordinary dense forest. Little did he know that this is the headquarters of the Tide Gang, which is famous in the mainland underworld.
Before the motorcade approached the village, Di Cheng saw Weng Yun waiting eagerly among the snowdrifts. Despite his pretentiousness, he was shocked by the kindness of the other party. Before the car stopped, Di Cheng stopped.
He jumped down from above and hurried up to meet him.
"Mr. Weng, you have really embarrassed me." Di Cheng stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully as a junior.
Weng Yun grabbed Di Cheng's hands forcefully, but his originally deep and thoughtful eyes were trembling a little at this moment, and there were also tears that made Di Cheng secretly surprised. He looked up and down, looking at Di Cheng carefully.
After a long while, Weng Yuncai patted Di Cheng's shoulder heavily and laughed loudly: "Okay! Okay! It's good to be alive! It's good to be alive!!"
"Mr. Weng is worried." Di Cheng was moved, but when he looked at Weng Yun, he found strangely that after half a year, he seemed much older. Although Weng Yun had gray hair when they first met, he was energetic, bright-eyed, and spoke and behaved well.
His actions were capable and quality, and he didn't look old at all. But now...
"Mr. Weng, long time no see." Yang Jing also came up. He had a good impression of this old man who had devoted himself to taking care of Yinyin for half a year.
"Yang Jing, okay, everything is okay." Weng Yun also nodded happily. When his eyes passed over Shalang, Dahan and others in turn, his expression was slightly frozen, and then he said in surprise: "They are..."
"They are all my good brothers, Dahan, Shalang, King Kong... This is my fiancée, and this is Snow Lion." Di Cheng introduced them one by one, and Shalang and the others simply nodded.
However, the natural and casual "fiancée" made Ye Wantong's heart filled with sweetness. In fact, women don't ask for much. They just want to occupy a place in the heart of their lover and feel the other person's care and attention. First, they meet Yinyin, and then they recognize each other.
Sister-in-law is now her "fiancée" again. All in all, Wantong feels happy and sweet, and is very grateful for her brave actions that night. For such a good man, it's a good thing that he took action early.
The more he introduced, the more surprised he became. Weng Yun has been in the underworld for more than 20 years, so he naturally has some ability to recognize people. Whether it is Dahan King Kong's strong sense of strength or Sha Lang's evil aloofness, more than 40 people who follow him
All of them are extraordinary, and the ruthless aura that spreads out invisibly shows the tyranny of this group of people. Even the enchanting woman who was chosen as his fiancée may not be easy.
Weng Yun smiled bitterly: "Jin Lin is just a thing in the pond. When the wind and clouds change, you have achieved such success in just six months. It is really extraordinary. Xuan En is right, the Nongchao Gang does not have the qualifications to keep you.
This world of mine cannot tolerate your heart."
"Mr. Weng, you are too generous. Di Cheng can't afford it. It's just a luck to have so many good brothers."
Weng Yun waved his hand: "Stop being so modest. Let's go home. Don't stand here any more. Just relax and stay here for a few days. I'm in control of the Tide Gang's territory and the police won't dare to come over and act wild."
"Please, Mr. Weng." Di Cheng felt that he was half a step behind Weng Yun, and Yang Jing and others also restrained their murderous aura a little, which was a sign of respect for this underworld godfather.
"Please." Weng Yun enthusiastically introduced the surrounding environment and some of the secret whistles, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, he held Di Cheng's hand... and never let go.
"Uncle Weng, are you having a visitor? You're a bit unfamiliar." Just after leaving the dense forest area, a group of burly men walked on the wooden bridge in front. A short and fat man lined up the crowd and laughed. As he followed
The trembling fat meat and the ferocious scars running across the left face are wriggling like earthworms, making people fearful and evil.
"A few friends on the road, I haven't seen each other for a long time. I'm here to visit during the Spring Festival. Where are you going?" Weng Yun smiled and nodded, simply concealing the identities of Di Cheng and the others.
"Friends on the road..." the short and fat man trailed off with a smile, and his fierce eyes glanced at Di Cheng and everyone in turn. Except for a moment of pause in front of Ye Wantong, there was almost no pause, giving people
A strange and awkward feeling. "I'm just about to say goodbye to Uncle Weng. There are a lot of things going on over there in Shaanxi, so I'm going to leave today."
"Hmm... that's fine. We need someone to take charge over there. You've worked hard, but you must pay attention to your safety and don't let your family worry." Weng Yun didn't try to stop him and moved a few steps aside. As the leader of the Tide Gang,
He actually made way for the other party.
"Uncle Weng, take care." The short and fat man did not refuse, simply held his hand and walked forward.
Yang Jing snorted coldly, and just when the man was about to pass him, he took a step diagonally and stopped in front of him.
Bang! The two collided hard, but...
Yang Jing did not move at all, but the short and fat man did not fall down as expected. He just staggered back two and a half steps, his footsteps twisted on the ground, and he paused heavily.
"Friend, what do you mean?" The short and fat man was neither angry nor annoyed. He just stared at Yang Jing with squinting eyes. The twenty or thirty men in black behind him all looked at each other coldly, but did not do anything.
Excessive actions, and calmness imply chilling.
"It's snowy, I wiped my feet." A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Jing's eyes, and he slowly backed away at Di Cheng's quiet signal, restraining his breath and not continuing the confrontation.
"Be careful next time and don't fall yourself." The man noticed Di Cheng's small movements, simply squinted his eyes, and walked away with the group of people behind him.
Huh, that's crazy. Yang Jing rubbed his chin a few times and glanced at Weng Yun: "Mr. Weng, who is that person?"
"The son of a sworn brother, Yan Huafeng." There was sadness and hatred in Weng Yun's eyes, but in the end it just turned into a soft sigh. "Let's go, it's cold, go home and warm yourself up."
Di Cheng and Yang Jing exchanged glances. Weng Yun today... doesn't seem quite right...
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