"Brother Fan, you ......" Xie Senyang got up in surprise and spoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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! Let's leave now

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