My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

When Song Yuan came to the bus platform, the car she was waiting for was just here.

Today, as always, there are many people waiting for the bus. Song Yuan got on the bus first, Rong Hong followed, he gave cash.

The two of them found a place in the middle to stand. There was no seat in the car at this point. Fortunately, there was no crowd in the car.

Rong Hong did not take the initiative to talk to Song Yuan. Song Yuan was still immersed in his own world. He dreamed of that dream all of a sudden, and thought of Rong Ting. Even if a handsome man stood in front of her, thinking that his With a son, she can also control her heart rate a little.

Being a mother is really not easy! Shouldn't she be insulated from love in the future?

Song Yuan resisted the urge to chat with him.

Rong Hong is very tall. He pulls the ring easily with his hand. Although there are a lot of people in the car, he can still easily distinguish her smell, just like before.

Like this, she was able to stand beside him, and even if he didn't say a word, he was satisfied.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his clothes, and looking down, a naughty little girl was looking up at him.

"Uncle, uncle ~"

Song Yuan was attracted by the child's voice, and then bowed her head, and saw that there was a cute little girl with a ball in her head next to Rong Hui.

Of course, Rong Hong knew that Song Yuan was watching him. He bent down, his face was a gentle smile, and he asked softly, "What's the matter, boy?"

"Uncle, why are you white-haired! Just like my grandpa! But you look younger than my grandpa." The little girl should be really very curious, so she asked with courage.

The little girl's mother was very embarrassed and hurried over to pull her away. She said apologetically to Rong Hong, "I'm sorry, the child is not sensible."

Rong Hong's expression was soft, "It doesn't matter." He looked at the little girl again, his smile deepened. "Child, your uncle's white hair is dyed. Your black hair is very beautiful. Uncle is already thinking about whether to dye black. . "

Song Yuan watched Rong Ye so patiently and gentlely talking to the little girl, and for a moment she was very emotional. After the little girl walked with her mother, she blurted out subconsciously, "You have patience with your children."

"Really? Maybe I prefer children." Rong Hui also glanced back at the little girl. "Should always be more patient with children."

"Neither." Song Yuan shook his head. "A lot of people don't like children and feel very troublesome. Patients like you are so patient that they don't really do much."

Rong Hong laughed. "I thought you did a great job after hearing such praise."

Song Yuan didn't know if he had a filter, but she felt that this white-haired handsome guy really poked at her aesthetics, and she could not resist this gentle and handsome handsome guy.

If it weren't for the children at home, if those things hadn't happened, she would have put down her restraint and took the initiative.

It's a pity.

Although still standing together as yesterday, Song Yuan did not have the interest of chatting today. She is also very afraid of this. It is easy to be embarrassed to be with a half-baked person, especially if you do n’t want to chat, if you are familiar with When people are together, they talk freely when they want to talk, and very comfortable when they don't want to talk.

Fortunately, the handsome guy with white hair did not take the initiative to chat with her.

However, in the adult world, if there is no active gossip, it should be just not interested in her.

At first she thought he was interesting to her, otherwise why did she send her last night, but then think about it, if he was interesting, he should contact her yesterday.

Hmm ... Being a human can't really make up too much, it will roll over.

She got out of the car and glanced subconsciously again, and found that Rong Hong did not get out of the car.

Well, don't be too affectionate as a person, she shakes off the unintended thoughts and walks towards the company.

Today is Christmas Eve and Friday, and things are not small. She has been busy since she started work, and has only been a little relaxed until the afternoon.

The front desk of the company was attentive, and everyone sent a red apple, and ordered milk tea in the afternoon.

Song Yuan logged in to the web version of WeChat while drinking milk tea, and it was inevitable that people always used mobile phone replies during work to feel like touching the fish, or the web version of WeChat was good.

Xie Ya sent a message: "I heard that Ji Junpei is coming back! Oh my god! The wuli gardens don't have to keep the cold kiln at last!"

Seeing this news, Song Yuan almost sprayed.

Still keep the cold kiln.

She hurriedly responded to the news and rumored: "What is the cold guardian? I have nothing to do with him."

Xie Ya: "Really not? You two have obviously gone to the movies together. Now that he is finally coming back, you can get rid of the bird."

Song Yuan was slightly embarrassed. If she had nothing to do with Ji Junpei, it seemed to cover her nose to lie to her eyes, but to be honest, she and him were also an attempt.

In college, she really did have a heartbeat on him. A person like her with no talents and ordinary grades is very easy to worship God, and she still looks good, and she seems interested in her. It's just that my heart has been too long, and I can't wait until the next step, and this mood can easily disappear.

It's really hard to get back to the mood then, and something strange happened to her.

Song Yuan: "I can't get rid of him when he comes back. Anyway, we can't be considered anymore. Watching movies is all the old yellow calendar, not to mention."

She and Xie Ya are good friends, but so far, no one knows the relationship between Rong Ting and her except her parents.

I do n’t know how to explain it, and even if it is explained, no one will believe it, and she will be treated as a neurosis ... After all, her parents can believe that she is surprised and surprised.

Take it slowly!

Xie Ya: "That ’s a pity. I think Ji Junpei is pretty good. He looks handsome and is a schoolboy. It ’s hard to find such a good man now. Why do n’t you think about it, do you really have a boyfriend? ? "

Xie Ya: "You have a boyfriend who can't hide from me."

Song Yuan was helpless: "There is no boyfriend, but it is impossible to talk to him. Anyway, it is difficult to say a word, I will meet you later and I will tell you."

She really wanted to say, but the key is to make it clear by then.

Coincidentally, she just mentioned Ji Junpei to Xie Ya, and a little boy from the flower shop came to deliver flowers soon.

The girls in the office are very envious, even if they receive flowers on Valentine's Day, how can they send flowers on Christmas Eve.

Song Yuan was very embarrassed. Fortunately, there was a signature on the business card, but it was just a "Ji", and she knew who it was.

...

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What does Ji Junpei mean? He shouldn't have returned home yet.

Song Yuan couldn't figure it out and didn't want to ask him. In fact, she had very little contact with him half a year ago. Now, because of this bunch of flowers, he has taken the initiative to contact him and even made a series of things. It is not her. The desired result.

If they are a couple, she can tell him clearly, but the key is that they have nothing to do with each other.

Although it was a headache in the face of this situation, Song Yuan didn't want to pretend to die. After thinking about it, he sent a message stubbornly: "Senior, I received a bouquet of flowers, I do n’t know if it was you. .If you sent it, then thank you, I want to tell you something, and if you are free, I will ask you to eat duck with my boyfriend! "

She was relieved after sending this message.

Today is Friday. She was supposed to get off work on time, but near the end of work hours, the order she was responsible for suddenly had a problem. The customer kept calling her to contact the warehouse and the factory. Seeing the customer was so anxious, this job is definitely It was also difficult to take home to deal with, so she called Rong Ting and said that she had to work overtime and would return later to let him eat first without waiting for her.

Rong Ting is a very cautious child, and she is quite relieved that he is at home now.

She ordered a takeaway for herself, and was busy until eight o'clock, and the company was empty.

It ’s already the rush hour for commuting, and she walked to the bus platform in a hurry. At this moment, there were snowflakes in the air, and the outdoor temperature had already dropped to zero. I came out from the heating company. Really can't stand the freezing.

When she got to the bus stop, she saw a familiar person again.

In this kind of weather, everyone cats subconsciously. It seems to be warmer this way, but he stands upright, as if he is not afraid of cold at all, and not wearing too much.

Song Yuan was a little surprised. She walked to him and greeted him, "Hi, what a coincidence."

It seemed that Rong Hong had only found her, and she turned her head to look surprised, "Coincidentally, are you going to work at this point?"

Song Yuan was already tired of working overtime, and smiled helplessly, "Well, today, I have to work overtime because of more things. Why are you still not home?"

"I also deal with the things at hand."

Rong Hui raised a paper bag in her hand, and handed it to her with a smile. "I do n’t like apples from customers, and there is no one at home. I give it to you."

Song Yuan didn't know what it was, but he took it over. There were two beautiful snake fruit in the paper bag.

"I heard that it is Christmas Eve today." Rong Yue paused. "I once heard that Christmas Eve is about eating apples, so it will be safe."

"Ah, thank you. But I don't have any apples for you." Song Yuan was a little embarrassed. "The company issued it today, but I ate it."

There are some at home, but he can't always let him go home with her to get it.

It was embarrassing that someone gave her an apple on Christmas Eve, but she did not give him an apple.

Rong Hong's face still had a mild smile as usual, "It doesn't matter. I have eaten apples."

"There are too many two," Song Yuan said, "I only need one."

Rong Hong retracted his gaze and looked up into the air. "Hold it all, there should be someone in your family."

When Song Yuan heard this, he thought of Rong Ting.

Also, she and Rong Ting happened to be two people, one for each apple, perfect ~

"Well, thank you!"