Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1087 will never tolerate

All of Lu Liangwei's attention was on the two children, and he didn't notice Long Qingzhi at all.

She felt that her eyes were almost running out.

Look at the child in Long Qingzhi's arms for a while, and look at the child in Aunt Lan's arms for a while.

That eager look was beyond words.

Several people in the hall smiled understandingly.

Long Qingzhi and Aunt Lan, holding the child forward, carefully placed the child beside Lu Liangwei.

Lu Liang's gaze fell on the two children next to him immediately, his heart softened, and the maternal love in his eyes seemed to overflow.

She propped up slightly and looked at them greedily.

They are so beautiful, pink and tender, very lovely.

She was suddenly filled with the pride of being a mother.

These are the two babies that I gave birth to after being pregnant in October.

She originally thought she would see two small dumplings with wrinkled bags, but she didn't expect that the two children would look so beautiful.

She stared at the two children with wrong eyes.

The two children are not the same as the ordinary fetuses of dragon and phoenix. Their facial features are not very similar. They can tell who is who at a glance.

The child lying on the left has an old-fashioned look with his eyes open. He looks at her faintly with dark black like Liuli, and his features are more like the emperor.

The child on the right, with very smart eyes, turned around, looking at her curiously.

The child's facial features look more like her.

Looking at the two children, Lu Liang was full of joy, but he didn't seem to look at it enough.

Looking at it, a layer of mist formed in her eyes.

His chest was filled with emotion.

"Can Weiwei tell which is the little prince?" Long Qingzhi leaned over and asked with a smile.

Lu Liang restrained the wetness of his eyes slightly, pointed at the child on the left with a smile, and said confidently: "This must be a boy, he is the boss."

Long Qing was stunned, "How did you see it?"

"He looks so much like an emperor, and he looks so mature and respectful at a young age. Boys would be like this." Lu Liangwei looked at the two children and said with a smile.

Long Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then why do I think the little prince is more like you."

Lu Liang was taken aback for a moment, "No, my daughter is more like me."

The old lady smiled and said: "Everyone has different opinions. As far as I can see, the two children have inherited the appearance of Weiwei and the emperor, and each has a similarity."

Aunt Lan also nodded, "I think so too, the eyes are more like the second lady, and the nose is more like the emperor."

Lu Liangwei looked at the two children blankly.

For a while, there were discussions in the bedroom about whose voice the child looked more like.

When Long Yang freshened up and came out again, he saw everyone surrounding Lu Liangwei discussing the child's appearance.

He stood there for a moment, quietly looking at the little angry face of the girl between the bed curtains.

Those few days of torment like purgatory seemed to be just a dream.

He did not walk over, but turned and left the sleeping hall.

When Lu Liang raised his head slightly, he saw the back of Qingjun Long Marting walking out.

Long Yang went directly out of the sleeping hall.

Zhao Gan, whose eyes were red, was stunned when he saw him come out, and then finally felt at ease.

He followed tacitly.

Long Yang didn't stop, until he reached the Imperial Study Room, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Could there be Xiaoqi... and the whereabouts of the child?"

Zhao Gan's head dropped lower, and his voice was low, with a hint of despair, suppressed, so he didn't choke, he said with difficulty, "No."

Long Yang's lips were tight, and his bloodshot eyes were full of regret and regret.

Blame him, otherwise the kid wouldn’t...

He closed his eyes and pressed the pain to the bottom of his heart.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes were full of coldness and cruelty, "Let them close their mouths. If they can't shut their mouths, they don't need to keep them. If you teach me, they dare to leak a little bit of it, and the queen If you know, you will be implicated in the nine races and will not tolerate it."

(End of this chapter)