Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 552 suppresses that bashfulness

"On the first day of junior high school, I actually like you in my heart. Look at Ah Jiu, you have to have a face, a figure, a figure, and different from the average Xiaojiabiyu. She can go to the battlefield and enter the kitchen to marry her. It's your blessing." Zhao Gan put down the cup and said earnestly in the beginning.

"Cough!" choked on the first day of the first year, looking at him with ineffable words, "You said that Jiu can go to the battlefield and enter the kitchen? I said that even if you are in a hurry to give Jiu's husband, you don't need to open your eyes like this. Talk nonsense?"

Zhao Gan said unconvincedly: "Now she won't, but after she gets married, she learns, won't she?"

I didn't bother to talk to him on the first day of junior high.

He wanted to marry a daughter-in-law, but he never thought about marrying a man-in-law. He was not hungry or not choosing food.

Zhao Gan saw that he was not playing here, so he turned his gaze to the seventh day of the seventh day. Seeing that he hadn't finished eating, he took a chopstick and gave him a fried meatball, then looked at him lovingly, "Little Qi, what do you think of Jiu? ?"

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he pushed aside the croquettes he had put in his bowl, and then took the time to glance at him, "Nothing."

Zhao Gan's face was full of black lines, "You child, really ignorant, although Ah Jiu is a few years older than you, but if you can marry her, you will be blessed in this life..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "pop" on the seventh day of the day, patted his chopsticks on the table, got up and walked away.

Zhao Qian: "..."

These one or two are really boring.

Really mad at him!

At this time, at Lu Liangwei's table, Long Marting put the empty wine jar on the table, and said to Wu Hongming, who was still holding the wine jar, and said, "Mr. Wu drink slowly, don't drink too quickly."

Wu Hongming took the action of holding the wine jar, but did not speak, but continued to pour with his neck back.

Long Yang took his seat again.

Lu Liang glanced at him slightly, and saw that he drank a bottle of wine, his face remained unchanged, his face was calm and breezy, as if he had drunk just now, but it was plain water, and he was immediately impressed.

It seems that my brother's words are not exaggerated, the emperor's drinking capacity is really good.

Moreover, when he was drinking, he didn't even spill a drop, and his demeanor was even more elegant and calm. On the other hand, Uncle Wu, although he was also bold, seemed a bit impatient.

At this time, her hand was touched, and the man's soft voice sounded in her ear, "What are you looking at?"

Lu Liang recovered slightly, seeing the wine stains on his lips, couldn't help taking out a handkerchief, wiped him, and whispered: "Why the emperor should be so fast? Drinking too much wine will hurt your body!"

Her behavior was subconscious. She didn't even notice it. Her behavior was a bit too natural and intimate.

Long Yang's deep and unfathomable eyes flashed a smile, the corners of his lips curled up, and he was in a happy mood. Looking at the girl in front of him, he couldn't help reaching out and holding her other hand resting on her leg, the same whispered. Said: "Worry about me?"

Lu Liang's face was slightly hot, and he realized what he did just now.

She had a small face, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, sitting upright.

The corners of Long Yang's lips hooked, his scorching eyes stared at her for a moment, and then he retracted his gaze restrained.

The eyes of the few people at the table fell on Wu Hongming, and they did not notice the close interaction between the two.

But that's the case, Lu Liangwei's face was still a little hot, and he drank two cups of water in a row to suppress the embarrassment.

At this time, Lu Tingchen lifted the jug, filled the glass with wine, and then picked it up and said: "The emperor has a good drink, and the minister admires it! Have another drink?"

Long Yang held Lu Liangwei's tea cup, raised it towards him, and said with a smile, "You are not too small, but I have almost drunk today. Let's drink it another day."

Lu Tingchen nodded and drank the wine without further persuasion.

Ling Lihua glanced at Long Yang and smiled: "I didn't expect the emperor to have such a drink, not bad."

Long Yang smiled lightly, "Mother-in-law made a joke."

Ling Lihua was a little embarrassed by his mother-in-law yelling, and coughed slightly, "Why?" Then he took a piece of chicken to Lu Liangwei with chopsticks, "Weiwei, you eat more."

"Thank you, mother." Lu Liang bit his mouth slightly and found that the taste was really good, so he lowered his head and ate.

Lu Tingchen glanced at her mother in a hurry, and saw that she had put all her thoughts on Weiwei. He couldn't help but tasted, and raised the bowl to Ling Lihua, "Mother, I want to eat too."

(End of this chapter)