In the end, it was experienced volunteers who blocked the door.
"Brother Huang, this isn't true, you can't just rely on appearance.
So, I will report this to my superiors now.
I'll arrange a paternity test for you for free, what do you think?"
"Thank you, thank you."
Li Cuilian shed tears and said nothing.
Huang Fujun took a breath, but still persisted.
“But it’s really not necessary.
He really isn’t.”
As he said this, he was about to close the door again.
Cheng Ming wiped away his tears and smiled self-deprecatingly.
His eyes dimmed again.
Song Jinshu finally spoke.
"Did you find the wrong person, or do you not want to recognize him?"
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked again.
[No, this uncle has been looking for the child for so many years, how could he just deny his identity?]
[But it's really strange. After all, Cheng Ming's face is so similar. If it were me, even if I didn't lose the child, I would have to do a paternity test if I met him. Not to mention it's free!]
[That makes sense, so why don't you admit it? ]
Netizens feel like they need to grow their brains.
Song Jinshu didn't keep the secret any longer and said directly:
“Because this Mr. Huang has leukemia.
He was afraid of dragging his son down.
And because…”
Song Jinshu sighed as he spoke of this, "It's also because they think that since the child was sold to a big city like Haicheng, the adoptive parents who followed him must be richer than them.
More than they could do for their son.
They have decided that once they see their son, they will commit suicide together."
The volunteer's expression changed immediately.
"Brother Huang, leukemia is not incurable.
You and your sister-in-law are still young, so don't be foolish."
"Don't be confused, don't be confused."
Huang Fujun finally reacted. He forced a smile but still said.
"But don't listen to what a little girl says.
Well, you go back first, and your sister-in-law and I will prepare it.
Isn't it just a paternity test?
Let’s go, can’t we just go?”
The volunteers breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to respond.
Song Jinshu's voice came again, "We are going to take advantage of some time.
Drink the herbicide you've prepared."
The volunteers were sweating profusely.
This time, he didn't care what Huang Fujun said, he pushed the door open and rushed in.
Mi Xiaodou followed him in with his cell phone.
Netizens saw at a glance that there was a bottle of paraquat on the table.
[Damn, the master is right again.]
[What's so strange about what the master said? I just feel sad.]
"Brother Huang, you..."
The volunteer collected the bottles.
Huang Fujun was not moved, but felt desperate.
"Brother, I'm already in this state, are you really going to let me die with regret?"
The volunteer clutched the bottle, unsure of what to say.
Song Jinshu pulled Cheng Ming away, but spoke to Huang Fujun word by word.
“You’re dead now.
That’s the true way to die with regrets.”
As he spoke, Song Jinshu rolled up Cheng Ming's sleeves.
There is a very special red mole on my arm.
But that's not what attracts attention.
But it was the burns on Cheng Ming's wrist, one after another, almost connected into one piece, caused by cigarette butts.
And one pinyin after another carved out by a knife.
【Master, silly——coin?】
Netizens spelled out the words and immediately became angry.
[Which wicked person did this?]
Human traffickers?
Huang Fujun and Li Cuilian could no longer control themselves.
"Oh, my son!"
They snatched the phone and looked at the scars on Cheng Ming's body, tears streaming down their faces.
I collapsed to the ground out of heartache.
"Cheng Ming!"
A white BMW suddenly stopped on Song Jinshu's side.
A man and woman in suits got out of the BMW.
Grab Cheng Ming and push him into the car.
He stuffed the food in while cursing.
"You're an ungrateful bastard!
I put you on 'Red Star' when you were little.
When you grow up, I will let you go to No. 1 Middle School.
Is this how you repay us?
Come home now!"
A local from Hai City explained in the live broadcast room.
[Hongxing is the best kindergarten in our city.
More than a decade ago, tuition fees were 8,000 yuan per month.
[No. 1 High School is the best high school in our area. Tuition starts at 10,000 yuan per year!]
[So, Cheng Ming's biological parents' considerations are reasonable? ]
Netizens were silent.
Song Jinshu stepped forward and stopped them.
“Don’t flatter yourself.
You were really nice to Cheng Ming when you didn't have children.
But after having my own child.
Cheng Ming has become a thorn in your eyes and a thorn in your flesh.
The cigarette butts on his body were burned by you.
The scars on his body were your daughter's use of a knife to paint his skin."
[Oh my god! That must hurt!]
[This family is even worse than human traffickers! ]
Netizens were collectively outraged.
Huang Fujun and his wife never said they didn't recognize their son again.
"My son, my son!
You heartless people, not only did you steal my child.
And still bullying him like this.
I won't die!
I'm going to kill you!
I will perish with you!"
They cried so hard that they almost fainted.
The Cheng family refused to admit it at all.
He stiffened his neck and said, "My daughter was just playing a prank on him.
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