Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1557 But I am slightly happy, he will let her

"Cough!" Lu Liang coughed slightly, concealing his embarrassment, and sat on the swing, leaving him alone.

For a moment, Long Marting touched her hair with her fingers, making sure it was not wet, and then returned the cloth towel to his servant.

"You all get back."

"Yes."

After everyone retreated, Long Yang held on to the rope of the swing and pushed up the swing.

When Lu Liangwei first started, she felt that she was still playing on the swing at this age. It was a bit hypocritical, but after the swing took her up, she realized happiness from it and felt like she was back in her teens.

She giggled, feeling joy and happiness from the bottom of her heart.

She turned her head occasionally, and the man stood behind and looked at her.

When the swing was swinging high again, her eyes condensed, and she suddenly saw a white wisp between his black hair, she was stunned, and the smile on her mouth was slightly stiff.

When she came back from the swing, Long Yang hugged her, "What's the matter?"

Lu Liang didn't say a word, hugged his neck, fell silent for a moment, and said softly, "Hold your head down."

Seeing her look different, Long Yang had to bow his head in front of her Yiyan.

Lu Liang pulled his hair away slightly and found a white hair hidden in it.

She pulled her white hair out, and looked at the white touch on her fingertips, and suddenly felt a little dazzling.

Long Yang sensed her silence and asked, "What's wrong, but what did you find?"

"It's okay, I just think the emperor's hair is so black and thick." Lu Liangwei said, wrapping his white hair around his fingertips, and then leaning to his lips, and suddenly kissed him hard.

Long Yang was stunned, and then he indulged in it, all his mind was attracted by her.

Lu Liang wrapped the white hair's fingers slightly, and gently pulled the white hair off and held it in his palm.

She thought she was doing it quietly, but she was as sharp as a martingale, how could she not notice it?

Long Yang's eyes narrowed, then stretched again.

Since Wei Wei didn't want him to know, then he pretended not to know.

After a while, Long Yang supported the woman in his arms and asked, "Do you want to swing again?"

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, looked at his handsome face, and suddenly said on a whim: "Sit down and I will push you, OK?"

Long Marting laughed, shook his head, and refused decisively, "Not good."

Lu Liang pouted slightly, jumped off the swing, and pushed his arm, "Sit up, I'll push you."

Long Yang stood in place, motionless, grabbed her wrist and said, "Weiwei, it's not appropriate."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Lu Liangwei disapproved, "There is no one else here." In her opinion, a temperament like Long Martingale must have never played on a swing when she was a child. She really wanted him to experience the fun of swinging.

Long Yang couldn't help her, so he sat down on the swing, and then pulled the rope, "Are you sure this swing can carry my weight?"

"Of course you can." Lu Liang said confidently, hiding his gray-haired hand behind him.

The reason she didn't want him to know about his long white hair was because she didn't want him to care about it and be sad.

In fact, long white hair is not a big deal.

Long Yang glanced at her hand behind her back, turned her face away, "Then please help me push it slightly." In fact, he has long legs and can swing up with a kick on the ground, but he doesn't want to sweep Wei Wei. Xing.

Lu Liangwei stepped forward and pushed the swing. At the beginning, there was no push. Unexpectedly the second time, the swing would easily swing.

Long Yang felt that swinging on the swing was too naive and stupid for him. Fortunately, no one else, otherwise he would teach people to see him. He would definitely sweep the floor with majesty, but if he was slightly happy, he left her alone.

(End of this chapter)