Wear it in the past

He Yige's resilience not only amazed everyone, even Luo Hai, who has always been aloof, expressed surprise at He Yige's sturdy resilience. If it weren't for the bandages on his body that he made himself, Luo Hai might have thought that he was seriously injured a few days ago. In fact, someone else died.

Even so, He Yige still kept it for more than half a month. Luo Hai suspected that his internal organs might have been slightly torn, but after inspection, nothing abnormal was found. Except for some rather scary skin trauma, this kid has no major problems, and There is no problem with the blood coagulation function...

This made him wonder for a while, his judgment was wrong... Thinking of this, Luo Hai raised this matter to the point of questioning his own medical skills.

After He Yige was almost ready to stretch his arms and legs, Lin Yue allowed him to go to school. More than half a month had passed since the last time he punched.

"Yige, I heard that you are sick, how are you doing now?" Wang Xiaoxu who hurried through the alley asked in surprise when he saw the boy who seemed to be waiting for him for a long time.

He Yige raised his eyes to look at the approaching young man, and felt relieved after seeing the obviously brighter expression on the other side.

That money should have come in handy.

That's good.

"This is..." Wang Xiaoxu patted He Yige's shoulder, looked down at He Yige's hand with a puzzled smile, and the other hand spread out his hand. When he saw a small stack of banknotes inside, the smile on Wang Xiaoxu's face was a little shaken, and he suddenly felt His eyes were hot, and an unspeakable warmth rushed into his chest.

The young man who doesn't like words always silently gives help, but it is unexpectedly touching.

"You know?" Wang Xiaoxu lowered his head and lowered his eyelids, his tone was unclear.He Yige couldn't see his expression, so he nodded, "Yes."

After a long time.

He Yige opened his lips, ready to say some comforting words, just as he opened his mouth, he was suddenly hugged firmly by the other party.

The young man who hugged him said in a rough voice, "Thank you!" He was still young, but his tone was extremely sincere, just such a sentence seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

He Yige was hugged tightly by the other party, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and patted the other party's back comfortingly.

Until the passage of time, Wang Xiaoxu, who was in his thirties, still remembers the scene when the boy stretched out his hand, thin but full of strength.

That youthful affection is as warm as the spring sun.

And he will never know who gave the two bundles of huge money wrapped up in front of the door that morning. Because he doesn't know, he doesn't know how to report the other party. He can only try his best to help the needy , to comfort the soul.

Compared with Wang Xiaoxu's gradually stabilized life thanks to He Yige's help, Lin Yue took He Yige to and from public places more frequently after He Yige recovered, calling him a personal bodyguard, but outsiders don't think so, as long as he sees He Yige When Lin Yue appeared with this stern-looking young man, people who knew Lin Yue would show more or less ambiguous expressions, and of course they also saw Lin Yue's protection of the young man.

To sum up, everyone came to a conclusion: Oh, it seems that this young man's methods are unusual, even Boss Lin appreciates him so much.

night.

Lin Yue and Zhang Mingruo sat on the sofa and chatted. As the two giants in the southern and eastern districts, their gestures like old friends seemed to be a hint to the people in the venue.

Zhang Mingruo, as the daughter of Zhang Baichuan, the boss of the Eastern District, should be an unparalleled existence. In fact, many people don't understand that Zhang Mingruo has a son, but he handed over the power to his daughter without hesitation. Although he is an illegitimate child, but No matter what, he was a leader, but Zhang Baichuan, who had always been respected by his seniority, insisted on doing this, and even sent his son out of the country early, never allowing him to get even the slightest bit of a hand in this center of power.

Now, Zhang Mingruo, as the leader of the East District, acts in a low-key manner even more than his father Zhang Baichuan. Those who don't know it think that Zhang's family has been wiped out, and they are floating leisurely on the shore.

Not so.

Linen shirt, khaki pants, cloth shoes, a black braid tied up casually hanging down the shoulders, if you give her a basket, such a dress can directly go to the vegetable market and bargain with the vendors seven or eight times.

It was none other than Zhang Mingruo, the eldest daughter of the Zhang family, who appeared at such a high-level ball in such a casual, ordinary and low-key attire.

The facial features are not as gorgeous and sexy as the underworld lady in the TV series. She sits there, like anyone but not like the daughter of the underworld boss. The gentle breath sets off the clear and meaningful facial features, and there is an inexplicable atmosphere.

At tonight's ball, she is undoubtedly a contradictory body of low-key and high-key. Everyone is wearing sexy dresses, suits and leather shoes, but she is the only one who is dressed plainly. The man talks with a smile on his face, and his person is as pale as a chrysanthemum.

After finishing what he needed to say, Zhang Mingruo put down his wine glass and looked at the young man standing behind Lin Yue.

Then he turned his head and smiled, and said to Lin Yue nonchalantly, "It seems that the west district is going to make some moves again."

Lin Yue nodded, and said clearly: "It's hard for him to bear it for so long." After that, he seemed to remember something, and then smiled.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached some kind of consensus, Zhang Mingruo got up.

"Suddenly it occurred to me that I still have an event to catch up to." After finishing speaking, he turned around and asked the person behind him, "What time is it now? Can I still make it?"

"Nine o'clock, Mrs. Zhang made an appointment at 09:30."

Zhang Mingruo smiled deeper when she heard the words, and said to Lin Yue happily: "Then I will leave first, and then I will break the contract. Next time, no one will play cards with me." When she said that no one was playing cards, her tone was nervous, and her love was palpable. Said while taking the bamboo handbag handed over by his subordinates.

If people who don't know hear these words, they will definitely sneer and retort: ​​Just kidding, the eldest lady of the Zhang family, if you don't say a thousand responses, there will always be a hundred responses, right?How could no one play cards with her?Why did the Zhang family fall to this point?

There must be something inside.

The subordinates of the Zhang family collectively held a handful of bitter tears in their hearts.

Lin Yue stood up with an elegant posture, put one hand in his pocket casually, and said with a bright smile: "It seems that after you killed your subordinates, your hands started to reach out to the rich wives and daughters around you again. I don't know if they What kind of expression will I have when I know your identity..."

Zhang Mingruo didn't take it seriously, smiled undiminished, waved her hands, and walked out, but after hearing Lin Yue's words, all the subordinates behind her showed black lines, obviously hating the young lady playing cards, with a look The sad reminder of the past that cannot be recalled.

Zhang Mingruo still went to meet up with Ma friends in high spirits even though his subordinates were doing such a dismantling.

Not long after Zhang Mingruo left, Lin Yue also made an excuse to go back.

It is already a matter of face for the host who organizes the dance party to invite these people, and of course it is impossible to care about such a trivial matter as the guests walking away halfway.

Sitting in the car, Lin Yue lazily leaned on the back of the chair.

He Yige turned his head, his eyes were sharp, and he looked behind through the car window.

was followed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yue turned to look at He Yige who lowered his head in thought.

Just when Lin Yue turned his face to talk to He Yige, the two pressed each other's head at the same time, and bent down.

The sound of bullets hitting the rear window of the car was extremely harsh.

Then there was a more violent "bang-bang-" sound.

Lin Yue, who was lying on the car seat, suddenly sneered, as if it was expected.

The co-pilot, Qingsong, had an excited expression. He rolled down the car window, took out a Sand Eagle from nowhere, leaned out half of his body, raised his arm and shot directly at the rear.

One shot after another, without missing a single shot, must be talking about this man's marksmanship.

However, the number of opponents is still increasing. Obviously, there has been an ambush for a long time, and the attack is fierce.

Even though Qingsong's marksmanship is good, the car behind still leaned over while he was changing the bullet box. A heavy gun, the muzzle pointed at the door of the car where He Yige and Lin Yue were.

He Yige silently took out the dagger on his wrist, and when the car was about to collide with him, he stood up, put the dagger in his mouth, grabbed the armrest with both hands, stretched out his legs from the car window with lightning speed, and kicked He tilted the other side's muzzle, and while the man shot him sideways, he got out of the car window and jumped into the other side's car neatly.

The man roared, and pointed his gun at He Yige again, with a ferocious expression like a ferocious beast that was hunting.

He Yige pursed his lips and said nothing.

The icy sound of loading resounded.

"boom--"

The man with the gun had a grim smile on his face, his eyes were wide open, and the blood on his heart oozes out, mixed with black powder.

Lin Yue threw the smoking gun to He Yige, and He Yige caught it. On such a serious occasion, he still had a relaxed expression, and even smiled at He Yige.

"This gun, you can use it first, if you are not satisfied, I will ask Qingsong to take you to pick one that suits your needs."

After Qingsong shoots an assailant, he sneaks a glance at the gun in He Yisinger.

Moving the corners of his mouth, he finally held back and said in his heart.

Boy, if you dare to say that this gun is not satisfactory... the boss will chop you up.

Seeing He Yige holding the gun, nodding, seemingly satisfied, Qingsong heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head, and continued to fight back.

The attacks are still going on, and the crisis is not over.

Cong Hui looked at the opposite subordinate fiercely.

"What about people?"

"They..." Before the people below finished explaining, Cong Hui looked at that person with a gloomy face, raised his hand and slapped that person hard, wanting to be extremely angry.

"Elaborate planning? Foolproof? Take me completely? In the end, I only brought back a small shrimp, ha..." Cong Hui sneered.

The person standing in the middle was so nervous that he didn't dare to raise his head to make a sound, covered his face, and hurriedly said: "This is not an ordinary person, he belongs to Lin Yue in the southern district..." Cong Hui listened to the other party's words with a playful expression.

The man continued: "Didn't you say that you want to stir up the Southern District and let them make some moves. Let's have a legitimate confrontation. Why don't you try his status in Lin Yue's heart."

Cong Hui took the seat in the West District because he was looking for a position. The old men outside who rely on their seniority have long been dissatisfied. It is very annoying to point fingers. A name was used to jointly eliminate it, so the West District has been extraordinarily peaceful recently. How can Cong Hui, who is unwilling to be lonely, allow others to go on so carefree?Not to mention that there are faint signs of cooperation between the southeast and south districts, and I must obstruct it.

Involuntarily looking at the boy with fearless eyes and cold eyes on the ground, Cong Hui sneered again, looking disapproving.