My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Song Yuan may not know how to explain other things, this matter is too simple for her!

Song Yuan flicked her cell phone out of her pocket as quickly as possible, and opened her photo album, which contained all her treasures.

Opening a photo of Zhang Shuaibi, Song Yuan was very excited and nervously asked, "This is handsome to me."

Then I searched Zhang Luren's picture temporarily, "This is not handsome to me."

Rong Ting's expression at this moment is really similar to the subway grandpa's expression pack on his mobile phone.

He also wondered why his mother-in-law was like this.

"It turned out that my mother asked my father if he was personable, handsome, handsome, and beautiful?"

Song Yuan said aloud, and then laughed: "Okay, you can say the same." No wonder now some friends are calling for more books. No, by now, her language knowledge is really very barren, only kwsl, awsl , I can, delicious, hahahaha ...

She graduated from college and is not as good as a child.

Rong Ting recalled that given that the people he met every day were either eunuchs with male voices, female court ladies, and silver-haired eunuchs, he really didn't know if he should put these words on his father. The emperor.

"Father emperor is not arrogant, diligent in politics, broad-minded, and is Dai Mingjun."

Song Yuan was silent for a moment. "Your father is not here. You don't need to play rainbow farts, just tell the truth."

Rong Ting answered honestly: "I don't know. Father Huang should be handsome."

What is supposed to be?

Straight up and down.

"Okay, I'm not embarrassing you anymore, I just ask you, is he young?" It seemed afraid to hear a bad answer, Song Yuan said, "If he is very old, he must be stubborn, so he can't do well. You do n’t have any hair at all, so don't tell me! If that's the case, don't tell me, I won't be able to sleep tonight. "

Rong Ting was relieved and relieved. "This question can still be answered by isolation. Father Emperor is in his prime."

Song Yuan also exhaled. "Thank you, coo, I won't have nightmares tonight."

After these chats, Rong Ting didn't feel awkward either. When Song Yuan slaps skin lotion on his face, he puts forward his own request, "After the mother, the story you wrote to Gu, the Gu has fallen into a stream, but never heard it. It is a pity that the mother-in-law told the story herself. "

It turned out to be awkward, just want to hear her tell him a bedtime story?

Although Song Yuan really wanted to go surfing at the moment, she did not ignore the request of a child. She readily agreed, "Okay! Go to bed first, and I will come when I'm busy."

Rong Ting was so excited that he returned to his room happily.

This dormitory is really small, but because he is with his mother, he feels more happy than staying in his own palace.

He didn't hold back, rolled over on the bed, and felt that the move was unsuitable. He quietly looked at it and found that he didn't see it after the mother, which was a little relief.

Since that strange thing happened, Song Yuan has tightened her skin management.

She is very willing to spend money on protecting her face and body. In addition to the essential medical beauty items, her usual skin care products are also high-end expensive series. After this period of repair, it was finally restored before She was white and delicate and shiny. She used to stay up all night with her young collagen, but now she dares not to die. Except last night, she can't wait to fall asleep before ten o'clock.

Dedicated to finishing the tedious skin care steps, Rong Ting even urged her impatiently.

Men really have no patience no matter what age!

Song Yuan came to Rong Ting's room and moved a chair to sit at the bedside. "What story do you want to hear?"

Rong Ting has been sleepy for a long time, but he still works up. For him, telling a story to him after listening to his mother is more important than sleeping.

"a crow drinks water."

Song Yuan was very impressed with this story. After all, her grandmother always told her the story when she was young.

She remembered it in her head, and then began to tell the story smoothly.

After a while, Rong Ting closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn't know if he was sleeping incorrectly. He also made a slight snoring sound.

Song Yuan looked at his sleeping face, trying to reach out and touch his face. He is really cute and smiles with a shallow pear vortex, but he rarely smiles, and he is very old-fashioned at a young age.

No matter how premature he is, he is still a child. In the face of this world he is completely unfamiliar, in fact he is very dependent on her, but he does not say, even several times said that he would protect her and protect her.

Good night, cooing, and a good night's sleep.

Everything in the dream.

Back in her bedroom, Song Yuan didn't have any thoughts about surfing. She looked for an institution that can be used for paternity tests. Fortunately, she was also working on weekends there. She had already called to make an appointment in the afternoon, and just took her the next morning. Just go with Rong Ting's hair.

She reluctantly set herself an alarm clock before going to bed, and she could sleep naturally on a weekend, but she woke up at 7 o'clock, cooing that the child was very regular and very self-disciplined. He got up earlier, and getting up at seven is already her limit and the result of her compromise.

The next morning, Song Yuan opened the takeaway software like yesterday, and after searching the circle, she did n’t see what she wanted to eat. She was really affected by this child, and she saw a little bit of shrinking when she saw the bad reviews given by others. According to other people's evaluation, now, "It is not fresh and has a bad smell" "Too much oil says that you do n’t want to keep spicy but you still want to kill me spicy" "I eat unidentified hair and I feel sick and die" I advised she was.

Her stomach is iron-struck, and she has been poison-free for a long time, but Cuckoo is a child. As a temporary guardian, she still has to be responsible. She ca n’t let him eat a bad stomach and go to the hospital?

"It's cooling down today. Eat something hot."

Song Yuan decided that the breakfast was noodles, with Shanghai greens in the noodles, lunch meat, and fried poached eggs. Of course, there are differences between the two bowls of noodles. Rong Ting ’s portion is very light. She is uncomfortable if she does n’t eat spicy food. She bought chopped peppers before. She put two spoons into the bowl and smelled the flavor of pepper. , Tempted to drool.

After all, Rong Ting was a child, and was very interested in her bowl of noodles, and looked up from time to time.

"Mother, what is that?"

Song Yuan was a little surprised, "Did you have any peppers there?"

Is there no chili in ancient times?

Rong Ting's complexion changed slightly. "Many people in this country can be strangers. This thing, as long as the mother and mother like it, are lonely and cultivated."

Song Yuan realized that something was wrong. She lowered her chopsticks and looked at Rong Ting. "Cuck, what do you mean? Wouldn't you want me to follow you back?"

Rong Ting didn't say a word, but admitted it.

He did have this idea. Here, the mother-in-law lives so embarrassed, there is no one in the palace to wait for it, and it is really hard. He is now reuniting with his mother-in-law, and naturally wants to bring her mother-in-law to the palace.

"You must not have this idea!" Song Yuan felt that this was a matter of principle, but it was still necessary to make it clear to Rong Ting, "I have no interest in ancient times. Really, without a mobile phone and a computer, I would definitely not Longevity, how boring every day. "

"Gu Gu will accompany you." Rong Ting said softly, "As long as the mother-in-law wants and likes, Gu will find for her.

"Rong Ting, listen to me. I definitely couldn't live in ancient times, and I couldn't get used to it. That's not the world I'm familiar with." Song Yuan thought for a while and said, "Moreover, I can't do it from the bottom of my heart. Accepting the ancient system, I wo n’t be happy there, you know, we are all husband and wife here, and I absolutely cannot accept my boyfriend, my husband, there are others besides me. "

Probably Rong Ting's precocity and cleverness, which made Song Yuan unable to treat him as a child at some point, just like now.

"Father Emperor never stepped into the harem half a step." Rong Ting looked at her. "Father Emperor is the only child under his knees. Isn't that what you call a husband and wife? The mother is the wife of the father, the concubines in the harem It's just alas. Why should my mother care so much? "

This is probably the difference between ancient and modern.

She knows how much Rong Ting cares about his mother who admires his mouth, and maybe even in his heart, the mother is a much more important existence than the father and the emperor than other people and things. But in his time, the education he received made him Some of his ideas are deeply ingrained.

This is still the case for small children, not to mention adults, such as the father of his mouth.

It cannot be said that no one is wrong, no one is wrong, but their position is different from their thinking.

"But I care."

Song Yuan picked up chopsticks and wanted to continue eating noodles. When thinking of Rong Ting, he seemed to mention more than once that he was the child of his father Huang Wei ...

Here comes a serious question!

"Coo, you say your dad only has your child?"

Rong Ting was still lost. He wanted to take his mother back, but he didn't want to go back.

The mother-in-law said that she would not be happy when she went back, he just wanted to make her mother-in-law happy.

He was like an irritated little quail at the moment.

Hearing Song Yuan asking that, he looked up again, "Well."

Song Yuan's expression was very complicated.

As an emperor, there are countless beauties in the harem. He is still in his prime, and he has only one child. It may be that she was born through a girl. The indigenous people have no news. So the question is again, why doesn't he step into the harem?

Basically, it is possible to get rid of "guarding his wife like a jade".

Ancient man, huh.

The ancient emperor, huh.

How many emperors are called emperors, are they not happily living with other children?

With the realization of marital system, there will be no other concubines in the harem.

He was either too busy to solve physical problems.

Or they just want to use an excuse to hide some hidden disease.

As for cooing, she thought, it should be the product of crossing golden fingers, eh!