Devil reborn

Mama Li didn't say what to do if Mr. Liao couldn't touch that one. At that time, this Liao family... the old woman swallowed her saliva, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

Maybe I was thinking too much, the master is so capable, a person who would shake his feet when he stomped Shengkang, even the chief executive would be courteous when he saw him, so how could he not be able to move a ghost.

Li's mother held the child in her arms who had no trace of blood on her face and couldn't help patting her.

It's like comforting him, and it's also like comforting yourself.

She also didn't want to scare the second young master whom she had grown up with, but if she didn't say that, with the young master's impulsive temperament, she would probably send it to her door herself!

Let's talk about Liao Zhengkang, this kid who hasn't graduated from elementary school is really frightened by this kind of bloody incident. The second young master, who is usually arrogant and rampant, is facing a person who is probably a ghost or a spirit at the dining table. Threatened to attack him, and based on Li Ma's description, his mind automatically associated the tragedy of the dead maid——

Disemboweled, skinned and boned, the flesh and internal organs were incompletely eaten, all the facial features were dug out, the room was full of blood, and the old mahogany furniture placed in a conspicuous position was clean, with a charming oily luster and luster. red bright......

The second young master trembled again, he couldn't even hold the tableware steadily, and his mother was not around, so he instinctively looked at Liao Jiandong who was sitting in the front seat.

In his young heart, his father was omnipotent...

The dining table of the Liao family fell into silence again. Everyone stopped the tableware, but no one dared to make a sound.

After carefully chewing the food in his mouth, Liao Jiandong looked up at the end of the table on the left, ignoring the tense atmosphere, and began to look at the boy who was eating slowly and gracefully. On the squirming red lips, there was a slight shock.

The man smiled until he met the last pair of dark eyes with inexplicable meanings. Not only did he never mention what happened just now, but he said in a very different way like a loving father: "This is Sier, right? I was away on business for two days and couldn’t see it, so I came to sit with my father.”

Luo Chen slowly put down the tableware, and under the complicated eyes of the Liao family, he actually stood up, walked straight to the position on Liao Jiandong's left, and waited for the servants to pull away the chair.

Making pies is even more particular than the young masters and ladies of the Liao family who grew up in the rich nest!

It is inevitable to pay attention to it. Luo Guixian was a well-known ancestor of ghost cultivators in the cultivation world before the catastrophe. When Ghost Xiu arrives at his ancestor's house, don't you have to put away the arrogance he had when he was outside, and serve tea and water obediently!

That's the seat of the hostess of the Liao family!

The year before last, when the third wife was in favor, she suppressed the second wife a few times and she was complacent, unable to see her own identity. One day, she acted like a coquettish fool at the table and wanted to sit on the seat to the left of Mr. Liao, but she was molested on the spot. whipped.

It took half a month on the bed to take care of her, and the fourth wife came in after a short time. Since then, the beautiful third wife fell out of favor immediately, and this seat has become a forbidden area for the Liao family's wives, who dare not even think about it. !

The little maid serving beside her was terrified, and hurriedly looked at the man in the main seat.

Unexpectedly, the other party waved her hand to make her back, and he stood up and pulled the seat away, speaking softly, "Si'er, sit down."

The Liao family were so shocked that they didn't know what to do. The second wife tightly held the chopsticks in her hand, her wrists trembling a little. The fourth wife couldn't restrain the jealousy that slipped through her eyes, but she lowered her head very cleverly and covered it up.

On the other hand, the Liao family's fourth young master, who was newly released from the oven, sat on that seat very calmly, smiling at the man beside him, as if he was really a child who didn't know much about the world.

"Thank you father." Luo Chen smiled, his voice was soft, but his eyes were full of deep meaning.

Liao Jiandong also stared at him for two seconds in an unexplained manner, he paused unconsciously at the corner of the raised lips, and calmly picked up a shrimp ball and put it into the other party's plate.

"Just got home, are you still used to it? Eat more."

Luo Chen didn't answer him, he picked up the prawn ball with the ivory chopsticks carved with hollow flowers, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, before he said meaningfully: "I'm used to it, I'm used to everything. "It's also very familiar.

As he spoke, he picked up another piece of fresh bamboo shoots in soup, savored it carefully and swallowed it, and added lightly: "The chef's craftsmanship is also good, the shrimp balls are smooth and tender, and the bamboo shoots are fresh."

From sitting down to eating, there is a natural elegance in every gesture, understated speech, indifferent demeanor, and a touch of elegance in the eyebrows and eyes. The delicacies of mountains and seas on the Liao family's dining table are not as good as the low-key and luxurious celadon cups and ivory chopsticks. A shrimp ball and a piece of lettuce caught his eye.

This unassuming temperament is not a child who grew up around prostitutes and girls in the slums. To those who don't know, he looks more like a young master of a noble family!

It's just that if those who don't know see the boy's deep and dark eyes, like monsters dormant in stagnant water, and the undisguised ghostly aura when the corners of the red lips are slightly raised, they will never think that the boy in front of him The man is a delicate young master raised in a greenhouse.

That expression of looking at a person like looking at a dead person makes people unable to bear... terrified panic...

Liao Jiandong obviously failed to ignore Luo Chen's disposition with a huge contrast with his life background. Seeing his gestures like this, it was the first time that he suspected that there was something wrong with the huge information network of the Liao family. Maybe he found the wrong person——

Such a child, not only does not look like the Luo Chen that should be in that material, but even the other party gives him an unfathomable feeling...not like a child!

The bright red lips came to mind again uncontrollably, and the evoked smile twitched a certain string in my mind mockingly, ghostly, and with unknown meaning...

"Eat more if you like it. You have been wronged living outside these years. In the future, you can tell the kitchen to cook whatever you like."

Master Liao kept his expression still, suppressing all kinds of doubts and faint throbbing in his heart, he reached out and picked up a chopstick of green bamboo shoots and put them in the bowl of the boy beside him, like a conscientious father.