My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

At this point, the office workers have long been off work. Today is Friday and Christmas Eve. Most young people have gone to the festival. There are no people on the bus.

As soon as Song Yuan and Rong Hong got in the car, they found a spot and sat down. They sat in the back row. Song Yuan sat by the window.

Song Yuan originally thought that Rong Hong wouldn't sit next to her. After all, the two of them were not very familiar, but she didn't expect her to find a place to sit down, and then he sat next to her. After seeing her come over, he still Slightly smiled: "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Don't mind, don't mind." Of course she didn't mind, and the bus was not her house.

Song Yuan was also a little embarrassed. After all, Rong Hong gave her two apples. Generally, on Christmas Eve, many merchants will give apples. When Valentine's Day comes, someone will send roses at the subway station. People will refuse such a small gift, after all, please be auspicious.

It's just that she didn't have an apple for him, more or less awkward.

She turned it around in her bag subconsciously, and only saw the triangular strawberry milk she had brought this morning. Everything else was her must-have. They were all grown-ups. It seemed awkward to give him the triangular strawberry milk.

Can only give up.

She glanced over at him, and he was looking intently out the window.

Looking at it from this perspective, if she was a little affectionate, she thought he was watching her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her with a light smile.

Song Yuan quickly shook his head, "Are you a local? It doesn't sound like an accent."

"I'm not a local, just come here to do something." Rong Yue paused. "Come to meet the people you want."

"No wonder, I think you speak with a Beijing accent. Are you from Beijing?" Song Yuan smiled. "My grandpa worked in Beijing when he was young. I used to go there when I was young, so I was familiar with the accent."

Rong Hong seemed to be thinking. "Based on the geographical location, I should be regarded as a Beijinger."

Still saying this?

Song Yuan was amused by his serious interpretation.

While talking, Song Yuan's mobile phone rang and it was a WeChat video call invitation. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and saw it as a video invitation from Rong Ting.

Facts have proven that the next generation of relatives makes sense and really exists. She previously bought a children's watch phone for Rong Ting. Her dad later took Rong Ting to go shopping, and actually bought an Ipad for the child. For this reason, her dad was also very confident. It is said that his friends' grandsons are using tablets, and of course his grandchildren cannot lag behind others.

WeChat was also downloaded on Ipad, and her father applied for WeChat for Rong Ting.

Rong Ting knows her lunch break and occasionally video chats with her. He feels very strange.

Song Yuan smiled apologetically and turned on the video call.

When she was about to connect, Rong Hong quietly turned to her side, and didn't seem to want to disturb her to chat.

It was just such a small gesture that Song Yuan felt that this man was too gentleman. He was indeed a handsome guy who grew up in her aesthetic point.

After turning on the video, Rong Ting seems to have taken a bath in the camera, wearing a fluffy little yellow chicken pajamas, lying on the sofa, "Where are you, mother?"

Song Yuan deliberately turned down the volume. "On the bus, go home in about half an hour. Have you eaten yet? Auntie left?"

"Eat." Rong Ting looked small in the camera. "Looking at it early, let the aunt go first. After mother, did you eat? What did you eat?"

Sometimes Rong Ting is awkward and awkward, but sometimes it is like an intimate little cotton jacket, just like now.

"I ate. I want something hot today. I ordered casserole potato flour, which is delicious."

Rong Ting frowned, "Mother ..."

He wants it again, Song Yuan is embarrassed, after all, there is still an outsider sitting next to it.

She interrupted him immediately. "I won't say this. I've eaten everything. It's outside right now. The signal isn't good. Go home and talk about it?"

Although Rong Ting was dissatisfied, he nodded and agreed. "Mother-in-law must be careful when going out, slippery today."

"Okay!" Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the video call.

She now hides video calls in the company's reception court.

It's not that other people will find her a mother. When she recognized Rong Ting, she was ready for it, but Rong Ting's words were still the same as the ancients. He had his pride, and he would not easily use " "I" professed not to call her mother, only to call her mother. But when this is heard by outsiders, others will find it strange.

As soon as she put the phone back in her bag, she heard the man next to her smile and ask her, "Do you have any children?"

Song Yuan turned her head sharply, just right to the clear eyes of Shang Rongyu. She hesitated and nodded, "Well."

Rong Hong just smiled and didn't talk anymore.

Song Yuan sighed in her heart, and finally encountered a person who grew up on her aesthetic point, and was destined to have no fate.

They don't look old, they don't look like they were married. Although it is true to say so, she would not consider people with children, not only her, but also her parents. Think about it another way. It's understandable that someone else has lost interest in her because she has children. Well, she should not talk to herself, this white-haired handsome guy has no interest in her ...

Song Yuan was very good at self-consolation, and soon she regained her strength.

Love or whatever, this time is still forgotten! At least she had to wait until Rong Ting accepted the incident.

She got off the bus, and Rong Hong also got off, she knew he lived nearby.

When I got out of the car, there were middle-aged people selling roasted sweet potatoes next to the bus platform, and the “sweet and sweet roasted sweet potatoes” was put in the amplifier over and over again. In such a cold weather, the business of roasted sweet potatoes was good. Unwilling to owe others something, said to Rong Hong: "Well, wait a minute."

Having said this, she trot to the roasted sweet potato stand, and asked the boss to pick a sweet potato that was roasted and oozed out of sugar water.

The baked sweet potatoes were wrapped in paper bags, and they were still hot, and they could smell the sweet smell.

She smiled and handed him the baked sweet potato. "For you, thank you for the apple. Happy Christmas Eve!"

Rong Hong was so sad that he didn't know what he thought of, and he laughed.

The temperament of him is really weird. When Song Yuan first met him, he only felt that the popularity field was strong and even had a sense of indignation. With these times, it seemed that it was only her illusion that day. He clearly Clean and gentle, like the warm sun in winter.

He seemed really happy, his lips slightly raised, "Thank you."

"It's nothing." Song Yuan raised his hand and waved at him, Lizu smiled, "Goodbye, the children at home are still waiting for me."

"Well, bye."

Song Yuan thought that it was Christmas and another holiday tomorrow, and she felt relaxed and happy, and she walked very briskly. Even if she didn't know her, she seemed to be able to see her good mood.

Rong Hui watched her leave, and looked down at the roasted sweet potatoes in her hand.

After she left, he did not dare to disturb the past or to recall. Now that she reappears in his world, he dare to think a little bit about the past.

That year was also snowy. He didn't intend to go out in the palace, but when he saw the palace girl making tea, she remembered that she once said that she likes such a poem. .

It ’s late to get snow, and you can drink a glass without it.

In fact, at that time, he was also interested in her because of his friends and the general's house behind her. At that time, he had no intention of setting her up after he ascended the throne, and her birth could not afford such a position. What he considered was that she first accepted her as a concubine. If General Mansion really helped him, it would really have such a great effect. After he ascended the throne, he could be named as a concubine to show his favor.

He was out of the house that day, of course, using his friends as an excuse.

He was in the pavilion with his friends, who ordered others to make wine, the world was white, and the pavilion was very warm, and it was really pleasant.

I only saw her walking on the bridge, wearing a red cloak, and in the white expanse, only this red.

She walked over with a smile, and asked the maid behind him to deliver the baked sweet potatoes.

A friend got up and brushed off the snow on her cloak. She reprimanded her with reprimand and asked her why she wasn't staying in the house in such a cold weather, and what to do if she got frostbite.

When she laughed, the corners of her mouth were shallow pear vortexes. "I heard them say that my brother is drinking at the pavilion, and I want to come, oh, you will enjoy it. I have forgotten the full version of that poem. Should I drink, can I have a drink? "

My friend couldn't help her, "You're all here, can I drive you away? But only one drink."

She didn't drink, she drank only one bite, and she didn't want to drink anymore because she looked weird and cute.

...

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Rong Hong looked up, and a few snowflakes floated in the sky, and she could no longer see her back.

Back to the hotel suite, driver Sun Qiming came.

Sun Qiming stood at his desk with a cautious expression and a tone of unrecognizable respect that he could not detect. "Boss, we have found the background of the two people that day. The man is the son of the owner of the restaurant chain in this city. He is fifteen years old and currently has no job. His private life is chaotic and some mistakes have been made. He is protected by his family. The woman is his girlfriend. In fact, he cannot be regarded as a girlfriend. The family is ordinary, and the parents are ordinary workers. She met the man at a dinner party. At that time, the man was still her good friend's boyfriend. The two are now in conflict, the man wants to break up, and the woman refuses.

He had thought that the traffic accident that day was just an episode, but he didn't expect that the boss would let him check the background of the two people that night.

He didn't know what the boss was going to do, but those two people should be in trouble.

"Write it down and keep staring." Rong Hong was reading a book, and his white, slender, clear-cut hands turned a page. Then he said lightly, "It is impossible for a person to make no mistakes, right?"

Sun Qiming bowed his head and said nothing.

Being silent, I heard the boss say again, "You have been with me for a few years, and I am very relieved about you."

Sun Qiming raised his head suddenly, not understanding what this meant.

Rong Hong turned a page again, and on the table was a baked sweet potato that was very incompatible with others. "Man is fortune and death is for food and death. Most people make mistakes for fame or fortune. If people around me do these things, Something was wrong ... "He paused, looked up at Liu Qiming, a smile appeared on his face," then I will be disappointed. "

Sun Qiming didn't know what the boss meant by this, was it a tap or a reminder?

Obviously the boss is still that boss, but he doesn't know why, he was staring like this, listening to such a word, this cold day, his back sweated.

He didn't know why he was like this.

But now that he borrows a few more courage, he dares not do anything to deceive his boss.