"It's possible. At the beginning, we all had preconceptions, thinking that Wang Shuo was the [Prince of Northern Latitude], and that Prince Wang was a young man. But now that I think about it, it's not necessarily that the other person is a successful person in his forties or fifties. After all, he is just a
It's just a network ID, so it's completely understandable to express your youthful feelings." Ye Nan analyzed.
"Yes, if you put it this way, it's really possible. During the school beauty selection, the people who supported Mr. Wang the most in Xiaolangya were Miao Xiaoxiao and Lan Ruolian."
Several school beauties were analyzing and making small calculations here, while the driver had already returned to the car, restarted it, and drove up the mountain.
"Look, the Rolls-Royce is going to the mountains. Are they also going to the nursing home?"
"Wow, I like loving men best, and he is also a caring and successful man. I really want to see what kind of person Allah is in the car."
"I think he must have a spirited face, wear brand-name clothes, be clean, have the unique charm of a successful man, and must be wearing a Rolex or something worth more than a million dollars. Oh my god, I'm about to be obsessed with him.
It’s so fascinating…”
This group of women began to dream that it would be great if they could win the favor of the car owner.
"Have you had enough of your nymphomaniacs? Why don't you get out of the car and run away!" Yang Zhijing shouted, and these women woke up from their fantasy.
"Humph, just run."
They were a little reluctant at first, but when they thought about the chance to meet the owner of a luxury car again when they went up the mountain, they started running willingly.
The unlucky ones were Jiang Hao and Yang Yuan. They didn't want to see the car owner, but because Wang Yang didn't pay much attention to them, they were not among the excluded people, so they had to run with them.
"I'm so miserable..." Yang Yuan looked up to the sky and screamed.
Yang Zhiyuan kicked him in the butt: "Run quickly!"
…
On the mountain, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the Ford Nursing Home. Wang Yang looked behind him to confirm that the school bus had not caught up so quickly. He quickly got out of the car, then told the driver to leave, and he walked towards the nursing home.
At the door, visitor registration.
There was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears in front of him. He was filling out the registration form and complaining at the same time: "You damn old man, I'd rather live in a nursing home than sign the will. If you delay it any longer, I'm afraid you'll really die."
I want to give those two little bitches an advantage."
After filling out the form, the middle-aged man threw away the pen and strode into the nursing home.
Wang Yang picked up the pen and filled in the visitor registration form. He looked at it and saw that the name left by the middle-aged man just now was Wang Beiwei.
Wang Yang didn't pay much attention, wrote down his name and intention of visiting, and entered the nursing home.
In the nursing home, there are activities for the elderly everywhere. Some are doing Tai Chi, some are playing chess, some are using modern activity equipment, and some are lying on old chairs and basking in the sun leisurely. Most of the elderly are living a decent life.
Yes, those who have financial support from their families or have pensions can naturally enjoy some services if they are handed over to the nursing home management center.
And some of them have lost their source of income and have no one to support them. When they come to the nursing home, they still have to do some menial and dirty work, such as cleaning and cleaning.
"Uncle Ping, someone is looking for you."
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman in work clothes shouted loudly to a thin old man who was sweeping the floor in the yard. Standing next to her was a greasy middle-aged man, who was Wang Beiwei who Wang Yang had just seen on the registration book.
Wang Ping raised his head and looked up. When his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, his expression immediately turned cold: "No!"
Then proceed to sweep your own floor.
Over there, Wang Beiwei was stunned, his face flashed with fat, and he walked straight over, snatched the broom from Wang Ping's hand and threw it aside, "Old immortal, come back with me! Do you hear me?"
Wang Ping was thin, but not afraid of Wang Beiwei at all. He walked to the broom, picked it up again, and ignored Wang Beiwei.
"Hey! Hey, you're still excited, aren't you?" Wang Beiwei was so angry that Wang Ping's action rushed to his forehead. He pushed Wang Ping hard, but Wang Ping didn't struggle. His whole body staggered and fell down
land.
"Hey, Wang Beiwei, don't do anything!" the staff shouted, and stepped forward to help Wang Ping.
People around him began to talk one after another: "This unfilial son is here again. I am the only one in the world who beats his son. How can a son beat me? This beast..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."
"Hey, I don't know what Lao Wang is thinking. If he doesn't leave a family fortune of several hundred million to his son, how can he use it for charity or build a school? Leave some for his son. Why bother to make things so tense now?
Woolen cloth."
"You don't know that his son is a gambler. He once lost more than 100 million in one night and refused to change despite repeated admonitions. Lao Wang was implicated by him many times before he was determined to cut off his financial resources. Even so, he is still everywhere
He borrows money from friends, relatives or even loan sharks on the road. He just borrows it with his eyes closed, no matter how big the amount is. In the end, when someone comes to collect the debt, you say you still don’t want to pay it back? If you don’t pay it back, they will go ahead and borrow it.
Your company is causing trouble."
"Isn't that right? People say that pornography, gambling, and drug addiction will lead to abyss. In the end, Lao Wang was so cruel that he packaged and sold the entire company group, and all the cash of more than 3 billion was deposited into the charity foundation, proportionally.
After his death, he automatically went to school. Except for leaving some money for his daughter and wife to supplement the family income, he didn’t leave a penny for the rest. Even for his own retirement, he had to work off the deductions. He is nearly seventy years old.
, what evil did you do?"
Wang Beiwei didn't care about everyone's obstruction. He saw that Wang Ping's health was getting worse day by day. If he burped, the will he had deposited in the lawyer's notary office would be corrupted, and his billions of properties would be lost in an instant.
So, Wang Beiwei, no matter what, wanted to force Wang Ping to revoke the will while he was still alive, and created a new document leaving all the property to himself, and asked Wang Ping to sign and fingerprint it.
"Old immortal, if you don't withdraw your will and change it to mine, I will kick you to death today." Wang Beiwei did what he said and kicked Wang Ping with no mercy.
It was as if the person who fell to the ground was not his biological father, but his debt collector.
"Oh...hell!"
"God should strike Dao Lei and chop him to death immediately."
Several righteous old men gritted their teeth and said, but they did not dare to step forward to start a fight. After all, they were all old bones. No one knew whether this beast would go crazy and hurt all of them.
The staff were all female, so they could only call security. However, if the security had not arrived, Wang Ping would have been beaten to death by Wang Beiwei.
After Wang Yang entered the nursing home, he was quickly attracted by the movement here.
Looking from a distance, he saw Wang Beiwei punching and kicking a frail old man, and he immediately roared: "Stop!"