"Dong Dong Dong!"

    There was a knock on the door, and some sleepy Mrs. Samantha was awakened by the knock.

    There was a flash of confusion in her eyes, but she woke up a moment later. She said a word and so on, and was ready to get up and open the door. But at the moment when Mrs. Samantha was ready to get up, nangintang held Mrs. Samantha''s arm. He shook his head, and his young face was firm: "no!"

    Mrs. Samantha was stunned, but she didn''t think much, but touched nangintang''s head: "honey, I''m just going to open the door."

    Nagini Tang''s eyes flashed a hesitation. He thought, "I don''t care. In short, you should take me."

    Mrs. Samantha is a very important person in his life. Mrs. Samantha has always been her relatives since she has memories.

    The man outside the door is very dangerous. He can''t let Mrs. Samantha see each other alone. If the other party is a mob, if the other party poses a threat to Mrs. Samantha''s life?

    Naguintang let Mrs. Samantha hold his little hand. His eyes glittered like a poisonous snake, and the poison glands began to secrete deadly venom.

    He promised that if the other party really had any bad ideas, even if they put together the exposed risks, they must make the other party pay the price.

    "Creak ~ ~"

    The door opened, and there stood a man like a wall outside. From his face, the other party was not old, but his body was unusually tall, giving people the feeling of a sumo wrestler, but the difference was that the sumo wrestler was full of fat, and the man was full of muscle.

    There was a flash of doubt in Mrs. Samantha''s eyes. She looked at the man as tall as a wall: "are you?"

    With a slightly shy smile on his face, the man scratched his head with embarrassment: "Mrs. Samantha, it''s me, Wilson Fisk. Did you forget the boy who used to serve me a big bowl of rice?"

    Mrs. Samantha looked a little trance. She seemed to be remembering something, but a moment later, there was a bright smile on her face: "Remember, you''re Wilson. Yes, you''re Wilson. Come in quickly. I didn''t expect you to be so old now, but you''re still as strong as when you were a child. I remember Marlene and bill took you away. How are they now?"

    Wilson''s face darkened for a moment. He shook his head and said coldly, "Mrs. Samantha, they died in a car accident."

    Looking stunned, Mrs. Samantha patted Wilson''s strong shoulder and comforted:

    "Sorry, kid, I didn''t know what happened. If you don''t mind, I still have half a bottle of some cheap red wine here. By the way, this is nangintang. He is your brother."

    Wilson was stunned. He looked down at nangintang and couldn''t help flashing a strange look in his eyes: "brother?"

    Mrs. Samantha ignored the strange flash in Wilson''s eyes. She warmly led Wilson in.

    A monotonous but very warm cabin.

    Mrs. Samantha poured Wilson a glass of cheap red wine. She touched naguindon''s soft hair and a flash of pride flashed in her eyes:

    "Yes, in the fifth year after you left, I met Nagini, who is still a little baby. He is as smart and sensible as you, but unfortunately he is not as strong as you. I baked cookies this afternoon, but I don''t know if it suits your appetite."

    The fifth year of leaving? Little baby Nagini? Is he as smart as you?

    The man, stronger than the brown bear before hibernation, now had a very happy smile on his face. He couldn''t help boasting: "don''t worry, Mrs. Samantha, your biscuits will always be my favorite food."

    "You still speak as well as before."

    Mrs. Samantha smiled and patted nangintang on the back of her hand. "Don''t be afraid, son. Wilson is just strong, but he is a good boy."

    With that, Mrs. Samantha handed over a plate of dry cakes, in addition to the cheap red wine:

    "Do you want to watch TV? I remember you didn''t have TV at that time. You quarreled to go to other people''s houses to watch TV every day. I had to go to my neighbor''s house to see you every day."

    Wilson was stunned. The strong man now showed a blush on his face. He couldn''t help shouting angrily: "Mrs. Samantha, stop talking. I feel so ashamed."

    Mrs. Samantha smiled and looked proud: "well, I won''t say. It''s so late. Do you want to stay here tonight?"

    Today, she is very happy. She has opened an angel orphanage for decades. Many people have come to see her, but Wilson and Nagini Tang are definitely among the children she has raised over the years, which have left her a deep memory.

    The arrival of nangintang every Friday night gave Mrs. Samantha the motivation to live.

    Wilson''s appearance is the best gift at the end of her life.

    She was so happy tonight.

    Facing Mrs. Samantha''s invitation, Wilson''s eyes flashed a hesitation: "is it OK?"

    Samantha didn''t know what Wilson was thinking, but she knew one thing: "of course, this is your home! But your bed should be made by yourself. There is a shelf bed upstairs. You can splice it by yourself."

    After three or two sentences of conversation, the atmosphere of angel orphanage became warm and harmonious again.

    The only thing that made Mrs. Samantha feel a little dissatisfied was that nangintang was too shy today.

    Wilson didn''t care. He knew how powerful his physique was to normal children.

    As for nangintang?

    He felt very bad now. The smell from Wilson made his hair stand on end.

    This came from the snake monster''s keen intuition. He could feel the terrible smell emitted by Wilson. This feeling was like a fierce tiger standing next to a little lamb.

    Although the tiger was not interested in the lamb, the momentum of the tiger made the lamb uneasy.

    Nagini wondered that Wilson was obviously not an ordinary person. If he was given more time to grow up, he would not be afraid of Wilson, but now he is just a young snake.

    Although he didn''t try it, nangintang had a strong feeling that even if he injected all the venom into the other party''s body, the other party would not die. His venom was OK for ordinary people, but he was still too weak to deal with the monster in front of him in his childhood.

    Fortunately, from the current situation, there is no conflict of interest between the two sides.

    Otherwise, in the face of this level of monsters, I really don''t know what to do.

    Late at night, at about nine o''clock, Wilson patted Mrs. Samantha on the shoulder when he saw nangintang sleepy. "Mrs. Samantha, there''s something I want to tell you."

    Mrs. Samantha woke up from a half coma. She looked at Wilson a little confused: "say it, child, as long as I can do anything."

    She is very sleepy. A 75 year old woman, it''s not a good habit to stay up late watching TV. Besides, she drank a large glass of red wine before.

    Staring at Mrs. Samantha in front of him, a thought flashed through Wilson''s eyes.

    He remembered that it was more than ten years ago. At that time, Mrs. Samantha, although she had white hair, was beautiful, kind and exuded the grace of a lady.

    More than ten years later, Mrs. Samantha had no black hair, her face was much more surrounded, and her body was no longer healthy.

    He knows why. Aging is part of the reason, but there are more important problems. This time, he came to Los Angeles to solve this problem:

    "Mrs. Samantha, when my parents left, they left me a considerable legacy. I came here mainly to hear that you were ill."

    Mrs. Samantha was stunned, then she frowned and a serious look flashed in her eyes:

    "I''m not sick."

    Wilson shook his head and said, "Mrs. Samantha, I know a good doctor. He said he could treat it. You don''t have to worry about money. I''ll handle it."

    Mrs. Samantha''s eyes flashed a fierce look. She turned and looked at the big man who could fit two or three of herself in front of her. She looked serious and roared, "Wilson, I repeat, I''m not sick! I''m fine!!"

    Wilson opened his mouth and a struggle flashed in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, listen to me..."

    But Mrs. Samantha didn''t give Wilson a chance to explain: "enough, stop talking, Wilson. If you just come to see me, I''m welcome. This will always be your home. But if it''s anything else, you''re not welcome here."

    "So whether you are here to spend a pleasant night with me, an old lady, or leave now depends on your choice."

    Wilson opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but finally sighed.