Old Ancestor: Thrown Out By The Nanny From The Start

The adoptive father and the young daughter, such sensitive words, instantly made a small and vivid composition appear in the minds of everyone present.

On the stage, the sensationalism continued.

"I entered the Song family when I was seventeen and always treated my adoptive father as my own father. Who would have guessed that on that rainy night of the year, he actually walked into my room while my mother was not at home. If it wasn't for my sister and I desperately resisting, The consequences are simply unimaginable...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The beauty burst into tears, which caused countless heartaches. This kind of rhetoric, which was still in the mood, instantly turned a miserable and lonely old man into a complete beast.

Especially the fans of Shen Xingyi, they were already filled with righteous indignation.

The Internet is always a one-sided place, and the orientation of public opinion is changing rapidly.

The person who had called Shen Xingyi a beast just now turned his back and started scolding Song Haotian.

"I didn't expect that old **** to be that kind of person."

"Old Wang Ba is actually a psychopath, pity my goddess, how did you get through those days?"

"Ah, ah, it's fortunate that the eldest sister is here, otherwise my goddess will be defiled. I hate that old pervert."

"Paralyzed, why is this scum still alive? He should be thrown into the gutter."

"I heard that this immortal was sent to a sanatorium. Brothers, hurry up and slaughter him. What if he is old, we must avenge our goddess."

"Yes, to avenge the goddess, she must not be stigmatized by this."

In the rhythm area, they immediately flew up, and everyone showed off their magical powers again. Against the background of the powerful Internet, Song Haotian suddenly had no **** left.

Song Haotian: 69 years old, adopted a daughter at the age of 43, whereabouts unknown, adopted a female college student at the age of 48, and then cut off contact with her, adopted a rural girl at the age of 52, no news since then, 59 years old , the Shen family settled in the Song family…

"I'm so stupid, why did this old **** adopt a girl? I'm sure that the girls before have all been poisoned by the old bastard."

"That's right, otherwise why didn't you contact him anymore, numb, this old **** is too showy."

"Specializing in young girls, the old man is still not human. Damn, why should this kind of garbage be subsidized? The old **** deserves to live in a nursing home..."

Seeing everyone's reaction, Shen Xingyi raised the corners of her mouth. She knew that this trick had already worked, and she no longer needed to worry about the rest. The public opinion alone was enough for that old man to drink a pot.

At the same time, a secret base in Bincheng City.

Dozens of computers are working intensely, and the crew members are constantly comparing groups of numbers with their fingers fast.

At this time, one person held a mobile phone and said uncertainly: "President, this person is a bit like the person you are looking for?"

On the tall leather seat, an old man in his fifties sat upright, with a dignified bearing, and immediately stood up after hearing the words.

What was displayed in his hand was the photo of Song Haotian being transferred to Vibrato.

The man shook it and turned off the screen again.

"Maybe it's just like, how could the president you're looking for be a beggar?"

Clap, a mouth hit his subordinate's face.

The president grabbed the phone excitedly, unfolded the photo again, and enlarged it.

A minute later, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his innocent face became abnormally red due to excessive excitement.

"That's right, that's right, it's him, he's the ancestor, hurry up, call someone right away, we'll go to Yongfu Sanatorium."

A dozen cars whizzed away and arrived at Yongfu Sanatorium 20 minutes later.

The old man got out of the car first, followed by a group of elites and bodyguards, a mighty twenty or so.

Just as everyone was about to enter, the old man waved his hand.

"Old Ancestor doesn't like to make noise, you all retreat 500 meters away and wait."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded in unison, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

If any reporter was here, they would definitely recognize this person as the president of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce, Song Yuancheng.

The East Asian Chamber of Commerce includes East Asian countries. In short, all business and contacts in East Asian countries must be approved and reviewed by Song Yuancheng. Such an existence can be said to be powerful and invaluable.

However, such an emperor-level figure has a look of respect and piety on his face at this time.

He adjusted his tunic suit of extraordinary workmanship, walked into the sanatorium, and took a hundred-yuan bill to the room where Song Haotian was.

With trembling fingers, he grabbed the door handle, and after a minute, Song Yuancheng opened the door.

Looking at Song Haotian lying on the bed, Song Yuancheng's tears flowed down instantly.

"Ancestor, I'm sorry, Yuan Cheng is late."

After saying that, he knelt down in front of the bed with a plop.

Anyone who sees such a scene is enough to drop their jaw.

Who is Song Yuancheng? When the heads of state see him, they have to open a guard of honor and greet him warmly. Such a character who can only be seen on TV actually knelt down to a demented old man. This kind of thing, Since it was thought, no one dared to think about it.

But Song Yuancheng didn't feel anything. He excitedly grabbed Song Haotian's dry, cracked and dirty hand and pressed it against his face.

He said excitedly: "Old Ancestor, we have been looking for you for 30 years. Fortunately, God has eyes, and finally let Yuan Cheng find you here. I will inform them immediately."

Song Yuancheng pressed the button on the watch, and the monitoring of countless institutions simultaneously sounded the alarm bell.

"Boss, the ancestors have been found, and the people are in Bencheng."

"Chairman, the president has sent a message that our ancestors are in Bencheng."

"Patriarch, the whereabouts of our ancestors have appeared, and they are now in Bencheng."

"Chairman, I received the news that the ancestors are in Bencheng."

Different voices, different faces, but the same excitement.

A minute later, countless bigwigs and elites all flocked to Bencheng...

At this time, countless angry netizens also started to act. Within half an hour, Yongfu Sanatorium was surrounded by these young people who were dazzled by beauty.

Hearing the scolding outside the door, Song Yuancheng slowly stood up, his eyes were lowered, and his expression was cold.

"The name of our ancestors is in the heavens and the world, and no one can humiliate them."

Following this dreamy whisper, a figure stood up from the building on one side.

He raised the crossbow in his hand as if he had a good heart, and said coldly, "Those who have committed crimes against our ancestors will be killed without mercy."

Immediately after, in the building on the opposite corner, one person opened the window and looked coldly at the **** clamoring around the door.

"A group of ants dare to disturb the peace of our ancestors."

One after another, silhouettes stood up from different directions, their eyes were cold and deep, like an abyss.

It sounded like a death knell, just like Shura's cold words, everyone's eyes turned to a certain place in Bencheng, their eyes were cold and frenzied, because—that person, right there...