Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 252 is there...

Long Yangfeng squinted his eyes, suddenly looked down at her, and then in Lu Liang's exclaim, he put his hands under her armpits and hugged her.

Lu Liangwei was lifted up suddenly, and he couldn't react. When his consciousness returned, his entire face burned.

There is nowhere to put his hands.

However, before she was struggling, she was already carried on the couch the next moment.

The clear and pleasant scent on the man's body swept over, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep."

Lu Liang lay on the pillow slightly, staring blankly at Long Yang taking off her shoes, then pulled the quilt over her body.

Her face suddenly became hot and embarrassed.

He is treating her as a child. If so, why would he still want to marry himself?

She wanted to ask him if he had pedophilia, but after all, she did not ask. Seeing him go out, she hurriedly buried her face in the pillow, feeling a little confused.

No matter how sleepy she is, she can't sleep.

This is not in my own home.

Lu Liang lay down for a while, unable to sleep, pushed away the quilt and sat up.

Looking at Long Yang's frame, she is not going to let her go, but she is going to the suburbs of Beijing tonight.

She frowned, got up to tidy up her messy dress, opened the door and walked out.

Suddenly there was the sound of piano gurgling like running water in the garden.

She paused and walked towards the place where the sound of the piano came from.

In the pavilion, Long Marting, dressed in a light blue robe, was sitting behind the piano table, with his slender fingers stroking the strings.

A blue silk hanging on the back of his shoulders, his face is handsome, not like usual, which makes people daunting. At this time, his brows and eyes are stretched, and the corners of his mouth are beautifully curved, which seems to be aroused, showing his joy at this time. Mood.

The sound of the piano is beautiful, and the people are very beautiful.

Lu Liang stood behind the flowers and trees, quietly admiring it for a while, then looked back.

She stepped back a few steps, looked at the man in the pavilion, curled her lips, then turned decisively and walked towards the courtyard wall.

She has observed it, and since she and Long Marting entered the yard, the servants have avoided.

At this time, there was no other sound in the courtyard except for the sound of the piano played by Long Martingale. It was a good time for her to leave.

I walked under the courtyard wall and checked the height visually. It was not very high, but the wall was smooth and there was no help.

However, there is a sturdy tree next to it, which can be used.

She rubbed her palms, walked under the tree, and then climbed up with her hands and feet.

After climbing the tree, she slowly stood up.

A branch had already extended to the outside of the wall, and the rod was quite strong. She stepped on it with her foot first. After making sure that it was strong, she walked forward with confidence.

She wanted to use this branch to jump outside the wall.

However, when she was only halfway there, she saw a person standing under the tree, just looking at her in time.

Lu Liangwei: "..."

Isn't he playing the piano?

She only discovered at this time that the sound of the piano had stopped at some point.

She looked outside the courtyard wall, thinking about continuing to walk, or pretending to be nothing and go on obediently?

Lu Liang tangled a little, then kept walking forward without stopping.

But the man is staring at the sight of others, she can't ignore it, so she pretends to say nonchalantly: "The emperor, let me test for you, the branch in your yard is strong enough."

Long Yang stood under the tree, looking at her with a good temper, "Well, there is Miss Lao Lu."

Hearing that, Lu Liang slipped on the soles of his feet, almost unsteady, and planted a tree.

She grabbed the branch above and stabilized her mind, with some guilty conscience, she didn't dare to look down, but still said: "You are too polite!" The movement under her feet was faster.

(End of this chapter)