That night, Liang Jingchuan was called back to Liang's home by a phone call.

Without the noise he expected, everyone in the family was sitting on the sofa.

Liang Yongmei looked at Liang Chaochao, who was sitting opposite him. She had no hidden hatred in her eyes, but in addition to hatred, it was somewhat complicated.

After all, if Liang Chaochao was not his father's daughter, she was born by his mother.

If so, isn't their mother

Liang Jingchuan came in, looked at the old man and cried, "Dad." Then his eyes fell on the other people in the room, and he said with a smile, "they all came back so early and sat so upright. It's a meeting. I'll change my clothes first." Then he went straight upstairs.

Liang took a look at Liang Jingchuan's back, and the haze disappeared. He looked at the people below and said, "ready to eat."

"Dad..." Liang Yongmei gave a low cry.

Liang looked at her, "what do you want to say?"

Touching the old man's cold and angry eyes, Liang Yongmei shrunk and shook her head, "nothing."

Liang Yongzhao took a look at Liang Yongmei and frowned slightly. This matter of the Liang Dynasty can be big or small. It's not something she can be willful about.

Otherwise, it will not only be Liang Chaochao's face, but also theirs, and even Dad's own.

Every time it comes to such a critical time, Liang Jingchuan's intelligence can be reflected. He will never mention the topic that makes his father unhappy.

In contact with Liang Yongzhao's line of sight, Liang Yongmei sat there honestly, but never looked at Liang Chaochao again.

How could Liang Chaochao not know the way her family looked at her today, especially the old man who wanted to kill her.

If she had changed her old temper, she would have been in trouble for a long time, but she didn't dare to do it, even she was a little afraid.

Before long, Liang Jingchuan changed his clothes.

He saw that the people in the living room were still sitting in the same posture as before. He suddenly laughed, "aren't you tired sitting like this?" He looked at Mr. Liang, "old man, get up to eat."

"What old man, how do you talk to your father?" Master Liang stares at Liang Jingchuan.

Liang Jingchuan snorted, "can you catch up with the fashion a little bit? Isn't that what the old man means? Isn't dad the father? If you have to feel old, I can't help it! "

"Smelly boy, you are stubborn. It's not right to fight!" Mr. Liang stares at his son.

Liang Jingchuan snorted, "go to the restaurant by yourself. I'll go first." Then he went straight ahead.

"Come back!" Mr. Liang cried out unhappily.

Liang Jingchuan looked back at him, ignored him and went on.

Seeing this, Mr. Liang stood up and walked forward. "You stinky boy, don't listen to me. Do you want to fight?"

Looking at the old man followed Liang Jingchuan to the restaurant, everyone was relieved.

Although they are jealous of Liang Jingchuan's favor, now Liang Jingchuan's favor has saved them.

However, if they think that Liang Jingchuan is helping him, they are wrong. It's true that Liang Jingchuan has his own "difficulties".

It's not at all good for him to hit them at this time.

Liang Yongzhao looked at Liang Chaochao, "don't worry, it's just a rumor."

Liang Chaochao looks at his elder brother and nods. In fact, no one knows better than her. Her blood type is not in line with her father.

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