Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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Seeing that he was making progress, he was a little angry on the ninth day of the month. He was about to retreat, but he was taught to hold his waist tightly.

"What are you doing?" The ninth day of the year was anxious, for fear that someone would run into it.

"If you don't kiss me, I won't let go." Lu Tingchen said rather rascal.

Chu Jiu was so angry that he punched his chest, "Don't be too much!"

"You kiss me, I won't bother you." Lu Tingchen took her hand and pressed it to his heart, staring at him with dark eyes.

In the ninth day of the ninth day, he was so anxious that he wanted to get rid of him quickly, so he looked around and made sure that no one was coming. Then he stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She was about to retreat when a cough suddenly came from behind the pillar.

She stiffened and she wanted to disappear where she was.

I saw Zhao Qian, the first day, the seventh day, and Long Xuan, turning out from behind the pillar.

The four people stood in a row, and I don't know how long they have been here, anyway, their faces can't hide the shock, as if they have seen some amazing pictures.

The four of them looked at her with unanimous expressions, as if they had forgotten the reaction.

Lu Tingchen's complexion burst red on the ninth day, and his hands were still around Lu Tingchen's waist.

From their point of view, it was clearly the initiative on the ninth day.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he reacted first, glanced at the two of them, and turned around and entered the main hall.

Then, Long Xuan.

He came over, patted Lu Tingchen on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me, please continue." After speaking, he laughed meaningfully and went in.

Lu Tingchen had already noticed someone behind him from his reaction on the ninth day.

At this time, he was slapped by Long Xuan, his dark eyes narrowed.

Damn Long Xuan, he knew that he was disturbed, so why didn't he disappear quietly, and instead said something like this?

On the first day of the new year, he gave a light cough and smiled at the two of them: "Congratulations, it seems that good things are not far away. I must go to ask for a drink and a drink."

Lu Tingchen was stunned.

I didn't expect that the most glibest first year in the middle school did not take the opportunity to tease them.

Zhao Gancai came back to his senses when he entered the first year of the junior high school. He wiped his face with mixed feelings.

Although I had known that the two were together, it was far from seeing it with my own eyes at this time.

"Although you are about to get engaged, you still have to restrain yourself. After all, you are not married yet." At the end, Zhao Gan said with a light cough.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, his face was so red that he was about to bleed, and his head drooped deeply, wishing to find a place to drill.

Fortunately, Zhao Gan didn't say anything, just after looking at Lu Tingchen, he turned and went into the hall.

After finally there was no one outside the door, the 9th day of the month reacted and pushed Lu Tingchen away, glaring at him in annoyance, "Blame you, now it's all right..." His face was lost, the most important thing Yes, what would others think of her?

It happened that she had indeed taken the initiative again just now.

She felt ashamed to see people.

Thinking of the people inside, she suddenly retreated, "I won't go in anymore, you can go in by yourself." After that, she turned and left.

Lu Tingchen hurriedly grabbed her wrist and considered it before saying: "Actually, it's not a big deal. We are about to get married soon, and they are all our own on the first day of the first year. They won't talk about it. What if you Suddenly not going in, what would Weiwei and grandmother think? Let's go, go in."

The ninth day of the ninth day frowned, earning his wrist, "You let me go, I will go in by myself."

Lu Tingchen didn't embarrass her any more this time, he let go of her hand and walked ahead.

Chu Jiu took a deep breath before biting his head and following him in.

Entering the hall on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Ji'er, who was holding Lu Liang's arms, stretched out her small hand and asked him to hold it.

A smile flashed across his dark eyes, walked over, hugged her from Lu Liangwei's hand, and then sat quietly aside.

(End of this chapter)