"Get in the car."

Du Sheng pushed the car door and said to the frightened Fang Ting.

"It's you—"

After Fang Ting saw the handsome man sitting inside, she couldn't help but blurt out exclaimed.

She still remembers the last time she was almost kidnapped in the public housing move, how could she not remember this man.

It's just that the two sides haven't spoken, and it is not clear what the other party's name is.

Fang Ting saw that Ding Yixi had already rushed over with his subordinates, and she didn't care about being polite, so she hurriedly got into the car.

Wei Jixiang didn't need to be reminded by Du Sheng, he had already started reversing, directly crashed into a few rotten boys who rushed up, and walked away.

"Bye bye~"

Ding Yixi was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and roared like thunder:

"Dongguan Tsai, Lao Tzu is about to cut you into eighteen pieces, are you waiting!"

When he saw the shape of the car he had just arrived, his face was even more distorted.

"That, thank you, again, saved me again."

Fang Ting patted her heavy conscience, and while breathing a sigh of relief, she thanked Du Sheng with some shyness.

She remembered very well that this was the second time that the other party had rescued her.

This made Fang Ting inevitably curious, and couldn't help but quietly look at the other party.

Unexpectedly, Du Sheng also turned her head to look, and the eyes of the two sides touched, which made her lower her head a little like a thief, and her face was slightly red.

Du Sheng is funny, she doesn't seem to be this character in the original play, at least she loves and hates clearly.

Sure enough, Fang Ting raised her head again and plucked up the courage to ask:

"My name is Fang Ting, and Ding Yicrab called you just now—"

"Call me Du Sheng, or Ah Sheng."

Du Sheng waved his hand, knowing that she was still a little restrained, so he chatted casually:

"Are you going back to Mong Kok, or where are you going?"

Fang Ting hesitated, a little worried that Ding Yicrab was still entangled, and said:

"Everyone in the Ding family knows that I live in the Mong Kok public housing office, so I'd better find another place."

Du Sheng had already remembered the plot line at this time, if nothing else, Fang Ting would be forced by Ding Yicrab next.

Although Ding Yicrab failed to succeed at the critical moment, it pushed Fang Ting to Ding Xiaocrab instead, and the two had a short-term relationship.

In the end, because the feud between the two families was as deep as the sea, Fang Ting was pushed downstairs by Ding Xiaocrab and died...

Du Sheng has no hobbies, but loves beauty.

Now that you know this, how can you watch her fall into the fire pit in vain.

And it's a pity that such a beautiful girl died like this.

Furthermore, prie-who is not prying?

How can Ding Xiaocrab say that he is also the leader of the Zhongqing Society.

Anyway, he and the Ding family are already on the same page, right?

Du Sheng guessed her concern, thought for a moment and proposed:

"If you don't have a place to go and you're worried about affecting your family, you can consider staying in my old home for a few days."

After all, his home is in Kwun Tong and he currently lives in Lei Yue Mun most of the time.

And after Zhang Dandan quit his job as a dancer, he also moved from Mong Kok, so Mong Kok has been idle.

Fang Ting was a little moved, but still a little hesitant.

Although the Fang family is in the middle of the road, she is also very poor in life, and her part-time job is just to subsidize the family, but she still can't rashly accept the kindness of an outsider.

But then again, Du Sheng saved her twice, and he still had some good feelings in his heart.

"This, that's not very good, right?"

Fang Ting was undecided, and said with some hesitation:

"And Ding Yixi is a person from the Zhongqing Society, if you help me like this, I will definitely offend him, and this person will be avenged."

Although she saw that Du Sheng seemed to be a person in the rivers and lakes, she didn't have much resistance in her heart.

Because there are hundreds of thousands of people in Xiangjiang who are more or less involved in the society, who can control it.

"You don't have to worry about this, he can't help me."

Du Sheng: That's the truth.

At present, the Loyal Youth Society has not yet gained momentum, and it is at a low point, and the other party does not dare to mobilize the people to plant flags to come in.

On the contrary, he also plans to find a time to plant a flag in the past!

Fang Ting saw that Du Sheng's words were full of confidence, and couldn't help but quietly look at him sideways.

The demeanor is free and easy, handsome and elegant, the posture is straight and loose, and the temperament is outstanding.

The most rare thing is that she actually saw a similar side of her father from the other party.

Responsible, courageous, daring to act...

For a while, Fang Tingqiao's face was a little shy, and her refusal was a little lighter.

It is said that girl's feelings are always poetry, especially for girls like her, who have lacked poetry since childhood, once they get the love of a father, the feelings of longing are even stronger.

"Jixiang, let's go back to Mong Kok first."

Seeing this, Du Sheng commanded, and then couldn't help but stuff a cluster of keys into her hand.

"I don't live in that public house often, so you should help me take care of it."

It's not a special trip back to Mong Kok, after all, he will be hired tomorrow, and he has to come back early to prepare.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Sheng!"

Fang Ting snorted, and finally put away the key with a red face.

Du Sheng smiled, it was unlikely that this mermaid would have left, so he was not in a hurry.

......

Early the next morning, Liang Kun sent someone to pick him up and go to Wu Shing Shan in Yuen Long District to hold a ceremony to take up his position.

Du Sheng's car has been taken for repairs.

accompanied by Yao Wentai and Qin Weiting.

The car was driven by Yao Wentai, and the car was a Japanese Duke of Nissan.

It can be seen that this person is still quite rich.

Because ordinary rotten boys can't afford such luxury.

Even though I went out at 8 o'clock in the morning, it was almost 10 o'clock when I arrived at Ng Seng Shan in Yuen Long.

If Kwun Tong is a backward area, then Yuen Long is a poor rural area.

Except for the high-rise buildings in Tin Shui Wai and the downtown area, the whole Yuen Long still maintains a rural style, full of a large number of walled houses and bungalows.

Fuzhou, where Wushengshan is located, is actually a collection of several villages united together.

The vehicle turned up and down on the mud pit road in Fuzhou, and saw a lively scene in front of Wusheng Mountain.

Sixteen lion teams are performing various churning movements, festive and lively.

On either side of the Lions are drummers, holding musical instruments, and beating non-stop.

On the outermost side is a giant drum that looks like a tall building, and several shirtless men are standing on either side of the drum body, beating the drum from time to time to accompany the musicians' playing.

The gongs and drums are noisy and lively.

Wushengshan Square went down the mountain road, and nearly 200 wine tables were already filled with various clubs and younger brothers.

Du Sheng looked at the grand and grand ceremony in front of him.

For the first time, I intuitively felt the huge power of Hongxing.

At this moment, the sacrificial offerings have been placed by special personnel outside the hall, and the standard Hongmen five offerings, incense, flowers, lamps, water, fruits, and the entire incense case are spread.

In the center of the incense table is a large copper incense burner, which shines in the sun.

In the side hall, Liangkun, who was bragging with other bigwigs who came to watch the ceremony, saw Du Sheng and the three of them at a glance.

"Dongguan Tsai, Ah Tai, Ah Ting, come here."

Du Sheng stepped forward thoughtfully, and Liangkun took the initiative to introduce the energetic old man around him.

"Blowing chicken, and Liansheng's sitting."

"Uncle Blowing Chicken~"

Du Sheng and the three shouted neither humbly nor arrogantly.

However, Du Sheng's eyes did not stay on the blowing chicken who was about to lose power, but glanced at Lin Huaile beside the blowing chicken secretly.

The latter just smiled and didn't reveal anything.