Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1325 I don't care, I want to compensate

After changing his clothes and going out, he deliberately calmed his face, "Are you happy?"

"Is the emperor unhappy?" Lu Liang asked with a slight smile, "That's Yiner's boy urine, it's precious."

Long Yang smiled angrily, "Dare not pee on you, so you can say such ridicule."

Lu Liang blinked slightly, "Even if I pee on my body, I'm not angry. My child's pee, what's the matter?"

The implication is that the emperor made a fuss too much.

"Really?" Long Yang raised his eyebrows, took out the robe stained with Long Yintong's urine from behind, and threw it into her hand. "Since you don't dislike it, then this robe is given to you. ."

Lu Liang calmly threw his robes back, "What right do you have to dislike, didn't you know how to pee your pants when you were a kid? Maybe, you know how to pee your pants better than your son." She has spoken quickly. Long Yin changed into dry clothes.

Does he pee his pants better than his son?

Long Yang's mouth twitched suspiciously, but he couldn't refute it.

Seeing that he was blocked by his own words, Lu Liangwei hesitated, and asked, "Did you really wet your pants than Yiner when you were a kid?"

Long Yang stagnated, walked over, and struck her white forehead with his fingers, "How is it possible? Don't talk nonsense!"

Lu Liang rubbed his forehead slightly and glared at him, "Is the emperor's guilty conscience?" After speaking, he glanced at him subconsciously. Thinking of his embarrassment just now, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend, "Even if the emperor was very young It’s okay to pee on your pants. Everyone comes here like that."

Long Yang caught her eye, raised his brow slightly, and said amusedly: "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't look at anything." Lu Liang blinked slightly, put Yin'er on the couch and let the three of them lie down and play together.

Long Yang sat down beside her, took his arms around her body, squeezed her fingers around her waist, his voice was dull, "Don't admit it yet?"

Lu Liang laughed out loud, holding his big hand, "Don't do this, the children are here..."

"I don't care, I want to make up." Long Yang hugged her on his lap and sat.

"What compensation?" Lu Liang stayed slightly.

Long Yangjun's stiff nose rubbed against her snow-white neck, and then took a bite on it without warning, which immediately caused her to tremble, and her body couldn't help but soften.

Before he went too far, she hurriedly kicked her legs in protest. She was really not used to being so close to him in front of the children. She blushed and yelled angrily, "Hurry up and let me go..."

"Weiwei, I thought about it." Long Yang's slender fingers turned up her skirt, his voice with a scary dullness.

Lu Liangwei's heart throbbed, but fortunately there was a trace of reason left, grabbing his messy fingers, and weakly stopping him, "No, don't do this..."

Long Yangjun’s eyes were dark, staring at her for a while, and suddenly he took out Long Yin who was lying inside, put it on the outside of the couch, and blocked it with two soft pillows, then hugged Lu Liang and got up slightly. Quickly stepped into the inner temple.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Liangwei ran out of it in a mess. He was relieved when he saw the three children lying on the couch.

She sat down softly on her feet, blushing and her breath was unstable.

Not long after, Long Yang walked out from the inside, saw her slumped there, feeling tense, stepped forward to help her up, then reached out to help her messy hair sideburns, and asked: "Uncomfortable?"

His voice still has the hoarseness of love.

Lu Liang glanced at him slightly, and saw that he was neatly dressed and he was no longer messy. Looking at himself, he was very embarrassed up and down, and he couldn't help but feel a little unbalanced, so he turned around and said dully, "No."

(End of this chapter)