"Brother Fan, you ......" Xie Senyang got up in surprise and spoke.

What an astonishing sight it was to turn white overnight! Everyone didn't know what had happened to him, and they only felt an indescribable sourness floating in their hearts.

"I needed a bedroom. Ye Fan looked back at Song Chuyu, full of calm.

In the end, after experiencing strong winds and waves and seeing the world, Song Xiaoren was the first to ease his senses, raised his hand and ordered: "Chu Yu, quickly take Mr. Ye to the guest room!"

"Yes, Grandpa. Ye Shao, please follow me. Song Chuyu came back to his senses and led Ye Fan upstairs.

Looking at the dazzling white hair, Song Xiaoren retracted his gaze for a long time, raised a hand behind his back, and paused his cane, "Go and call me all those rebels and grandsons!"

"Master, it's one o'clock in the morning, and it's okay to come here from New York, but the third young master is in Los Angeles...... I'm worried that I won't be able to catch the plane......" The old butler persuaded in a low voice: "It's better to ...... early tomorrow morning"

"If you can't catch up, you have to catch up! You just say I'm dead, let's see if these unfilial descendants still have a little conscience!" Song Xiaoren shouted: "Go and do it now!"

The old housekeeper had never seen Song Xiaoren make such a big fire, so he hurriedly bowed down and exited the living room.

Xie Senyang also hurriedly found an excuse to go back to the room to rest, and in the huge room, only Old Man Song was left alone, his face full of loneliness and grief.

"My family is unfortunate, I'm sorry for my ancestors and ancestors, it's really my great fault!" he slowly sat down, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Since the Song family has its own genealogy, the ancestors of the past generations have adhered to their duties and acted sincerely. The pain in Song Xiaoren's heart almost destroyed him.

But how to punish these unfilial descendants has become a dilemma hanging in Song Xiaoren's heart.

In Los Angeles, in the oversized Mediterranean private room on the ground floor of Calvin Nightclub on Queen Street, a handsome Chinese man is lying on the waterbed, enjoying the intimate service of several young girls around him.

With a spotless mirrored ceiling reflecting a pool of clear blue waters, seductive curves and delicate bodies, the laughter of bikini girls floats unbridled in this paradise on earth.

Ding Zero Zero –

A black phone on the small table at the edge of the sink rang suddenly, and the blonde woman on the chaise longue took an elegant gesture, picked up the phone, answered briefly twice, and hurriedly shouted not far away: "Tony! It's Mr. Song!"

"Old man?" the young man on the waterbed straightened up and motioned for the women beside him to hand over the phone.

Pinching a martini cocktail to his lips, the young man lazily took the phone.

"Hey, what's the matter? Dad?"

"Donglai, you rush to the airport immediately! Leave immediately, there is no time to delay!" Song Yuancheng's tone was hurried, looking very anxious.

"No, Dad, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" Song Donglai smiled heartlessly: "Could it be that he was chased and killed by the enemy, do you want to call the second uncle for reinforcements?"

"Stinky boy, I don't have time to talk to you! Your grandfather is dying! I'll leave now, I'm afraid I'll be late, I'm afraid I won't see the last one! Okay, meet at the airport! That's it!" Song Yuancheng hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Damn!" Looking at the busy phone in his hand, Song Donglai was stunned for a while, raised his hand and threw away the goblet, jumped into the pool with a pop, and swam desperately to the shore......

New York's Palme d'Or is currently playing an exaggerated Italian opera, with demons dancing wildly, ghosts crying wolves, and in a closed box on the second floor, a middle-aged man in a suit is hugging a seductive foreign girl, smoking a cigar comfortably.

Through the special glass in front of you, you can enjoy the repertoire on the stage in its entirety, while those outside can't see the scenery inside.

"Let me serve you, my dear!" the blonde chick with a flaming red lip sat on the man's lap, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, and rubbed all the way down the man's chest.

"Oh, Kelly, you little goblin!" the man let out a contented laugh and took a hard puff on his cigar, enjoying the woman's special service.

With a chuckle, the woman opened her mouth and imprinted on his open chest and kissed it down her belly, while sliding down his thighs and squatting down the man's crotch, unstrapping him with a pair of hands.

At this moment, a panicked voice sounded outside the box: "Brother Qi, Brother Qi!

"Damn!I'm going to die?!" Song Jinqi scolded, hated to button up, and gasped for breath and ordered: "Go open the door!"

The woman pursed her lips reluctantly, and her lips could swallow a sausage.

One of his subordinates hurriedly ran in, out of breath: "Brother Qi, it's not good, old man, old man can't do it!"

"What?" Song Jinqi jumped up from the chair with a spirit, and his hot mood suddenly sobered up for the most part!

"Yes, it's a call from the old housekeeper, I want you to go back to Washington quickly and see the old man for the last time!"

"Ahh

The sky was getting brighter, and after waiting by Lu Qingyu's side all night, Ye Fan got up and opened the curtains. The skies over Washington are still cloudy, and it looks like there will be a few more heavy snowfalls.

Lu Qingyu's complexion has improved a lot, after fusing the aurora, his skin looks even fairer as snow, his complexion is smooth, his cheeks and lips are red, and his eyelashes are upside down, like a well-carved sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

In terms of this sleeping temperament alone, Lu Qingyu is more radiant than before, and he is no different, and he is already on par with Shen Jiayao, who has now planted a spiritual root, and after being reborn, he has completely taken a big step towards the road of the goddess!

There was the sound of a car in the courtyard, and a Maybach sedan stopped in the courtyard, and two men in a hurry jumped out of it.

Looking at their appearance, there is no doubt that these two people must be father and son, combined with the previous things, Ye Fan easily guessed who they were.

Song Yuancheng, Song Donglai father and son!

The old butler stood at the door, met the two men, and led them into the drawing-room.

"Ye Shao, can I disturb me?" Ye Fan was thinking about the intention of these two people, and Song Chuyu's soft inquiry came from outside the door.

Pulling open the door, he met Song Chuyu's flickering hesitation, looked at her a few times and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Grandpa invites you over, about ...... About some family matters. "Song Chuyu is a little embarrassed, this kind of thing, but an outsider has to make a decision, it is really embarrassing to publicize the ugliness of the family. But if Song Xiaoren doesn't do this, it is tantamount to favoritism and concealment, and there is no outsider to witness, first, he is worried that it is not fair enough, and secondly, he is even more afraid that there is something that is not well thought out and does not deal with the idea.

"It's Song Donglai's business, right?" Ye Fan guessed through Old Man Song's thoughts, took out the phone and said, "I'll call someone over first." ”

Gently closing the door, Ye Fan and Song Chuyu walked to the stairs, and called Zhuge Nan, what had been promised to him should now be over.