Ancestor: The nanny was thrown out of the house at the beginning

Chapter 2 God's Name, How Can Ants Defile It
Adoptive father, young daughter, such sensitive words instantly made a lively little composition appear in the minds of everyone present.

On stage, the sensationalism continued.

"I entered the Song family when I was 17 years old. I have always treated my adoptive father as my own father. Who would have thought that on that rainy night of the year, he actually walked into my room while my mother was not at home. If my sister and I hadn't resisted desperately, the consequences It's just unimaginable... woo..."

The tears of the beauty caused countless people to feel distressed. This kind of hesitant rhetoric instantly turned a miserable and lonely old man into a downright beast.

Especially Shen Xingyi's fans, who were already filled with righteous indignation, wished to find out where Song Haotian lived immediately, so that he could be eunuched.

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

The person who called Shen Xingyi a beast just now turned his back in an instant, and began to verbally criticize Song Haotian, hoping to kill him soon.

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

"Old bastard is actually a psychopath, pity my goddess, how did I get through those days."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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

"I heard that this old man was sent to a nursing home. Brothers, hurry up and flesh him out. What happens when 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 flew up immediately, and everyone once again showed their magical powers. Under the powerful network background, Song Haotian's underpants were all gone.

Song Haotian: 69 years old, adopted a daughter at the age of 43, whereabouts are unknown, adopted a female college student at the age of 48, and cut off contact with her, adopted a girl from the countryside at the age of 52, and never heard from her again, at the age of 59, the Shen family settled in the Song family...

"Fuck me, why did this bastard adopt a girl? I'm sure all the girls before were killed by the old bastard."

"That's right, otherwise why didn't you contact him anymore, it's paralyzing, this old bastard is too coquettish."

"Specializing in young girls, old pussies are still not human, damn it, why should this kind of garbage receive funding, old sluts deserve to live in a nursing home..."

Seeing everyone's reactions, Shen Xingyi curled her lips. She knew that this trick had already worked, and she didn't need to worry about the rest. The public opinion alone was enough for that bastard to drink a pot.

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

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

At this time, a 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 was sitting upright, with a dignified manner, and immediately stood up upon hearing this.

What is displayed on the hand is the photo of Song Haotian being transferred to Douyin.

The man shook and turned off the screen again.

"Maybe it's just a resemblance, President, how could it be possible that what you are looking for is a beggar."

Slap, he slapped his subordinate's face with his mouth.

The president grabbed the phone excitedly, unfolded the photo again, and then zoomed in.

One minute later, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his innocent face also turned 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, and we'll go to Yongfu Nursing Home right away."

More than a dozen cars roared away, and arrived at Yongfu Nursing Home 10 minutes later.

The old man got out of the car first, followed by a group of elites and bodyguards, more than [-] mighty ones.

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

"The ancestors don't like to make noise, so you all retreat 500 meters away and wait."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded in unison, and in the blink of an eye, they left completely.

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

The East Asian Chamber of Commerce includes all East Asian countries. In short, all business transactions and exchanges between 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 now has a face of respect and piety.

He adjusted his Chinese tunic suit with extraordinary workmanship, walked into the nursing home, and was taken to the room where Song Haotian was with a hundred yuan bill.

With trembling fingers, he grabbed the doorknob, and it took a full minute before Song Yuancheng pushed the door open.

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

"Old ancestor, I'm sorry, Yuan Cheng is late."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down in front of the bed with a plop.

No matter who it is, seeing such a scene is enough to shock the jaw.

Who is Song Yuancheng? When the heads of state see him, they have to hold a ceremony of honor and greet him warmly. Such a character who is so awesome that he can only be seen on TV actually kneels down to a stupid old man. This kind of thing, Since they wanted to, no one dared to think about it.

But Song Yuancheng didn't feel anything, he excitedly grabbed Song Haotian's chapped and dirty hand, and pressed it firmly to 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 notify them immediately."

Song Yuancheng pressed the button on the watch, and the monitoring of countless agencies rang the alarm bell at the same time.

"Boss, the old ancestor has been found, and he is in Bincheng."

"Chairman, the president has sent a message that the ancestor is in Bincheng."

"Patriarch, the ancestor's whereabouts have appeared, and he is now in Bincheng."

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

Different voices, different faces, but the same excitement.

One minute later, countless bigwigs and elites flocked to Bincheng...

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

Hearing the yelling and cursing outside the door, Song Yuancheng stood up slowly, with lowered eyes and a cold expression.

"The name of the ancestor is in the sky and in the world, no one can insult it."

Following this sleepy murmur, a figure stood up from the side of the building.

He raised the machine crossbow in his hand as if with a tacit understanding, and said coldly: "Those who offend our ancestors will be killed without mercy."

Immediately after that, in the building on the opposite corner, a person pushed open the window, and looked coldly at the clamoring garbage surrounding the door.

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

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

With a sound like a death knell, like Shura's cold words, everyone's eyes turned to a certain place in the city, their gazes were cold and fanatical, because—that person was right there...

(End of this chapter)