My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Although the company was open, Song Yuan did not dare to implement the characteristics of airborne troops. Except for sick leave that week, she never dared to absent from work, and was rarely late. Song Yuan got up from the bedroom and found Rong Tingzheng sat squarely on the sofa, staring at the TV with his eyes closed, as if wondering what it was.

"There's nothing else in the refrigerator. I ordered breakfast takeaway." Song Yuan combed his hair and said, "I'll call you takeaway at noon-"

"Well, forget it!" Song Yuan felt that it was too irresponsible to leave the child at home, and he made up for various news such as "Children playing and falling down" "Strangers come home to abduct children" and then acknowledged their fate and dropped their heads. He sighed. "I'm still on leave today. Fortunately it's Saturday tomorrow."

Song Yuan really did not worry about leaving Rong Ting personally at home.

This is not her child, but of course in her home, she will temporarily assume the responsibility of a "guardian".

To put a word of hatred, Song Yuan's work is purely a waste of time. Father Song wants her to inherit the supermarket, and Song mother wants her to manage a clothing company. But both of them have a common feature, which is special, special Strong.

Song Yuan is not trying to be a beautiful girl who inherits her family business, but her parents have no intention of retiring at all. She can imagine that if she did go there, she would definitely bear the "blame" on the other side and this. Side endless control. For the sake of world peace and good parent-child relationship, at least now she cannot inherit a large supermarket or a clothing company. After discussing with her, she decided to come to work with him. In this way, no matter whether it is father or mother, she will not say anything.

She also runs errands in the company and is responsible for simple case work. She is a brick, where it needs to be moved, and it is easy to be dispensable for the entire team.

She doesn't often take time off, so this time the department head also approved the vacation very easily.

Now that you've taken the leave, don't be too rushed, Aimeru Ruyuan put on her makeup very carefully.

Rong Ting shook her head in sigh. He really didn't understand the woman's mind. There was no maid to take care of her mother. Here, she had to come in even for such things as makeup. She would rather suffer from embarrassment here than leave her father. For what.

The doorbell rang, Song Yuan cheered, and quickly opened the door to welcome the handsome takeaway brother.

The takeaway brother is a young big boy. When he saw Song Yuan, he smiled brightly, "Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

Song Yuan took the takeaway and said thank you as usual.

The takeaway brother also said, "Troublesome five-star praise."

"Yep!"

Song Yuan closed the door and greeted Rong Ting for breakfast.

"I don't know what you like to eat, anyway, I ordered the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and also ordered the milk xiaolongbao." Song Yuan took out the secondary spoon from the take-out bag and handed it to Rong Ting. No, I will take you out after breakfast and stop by the police station to see if there is any news. "

Now the delivery time is at least 30 minutes. Rong Ting looked at the porridge and buns that were not selling well. The whole person was stunned. "You should give such lowly food to you alone!"

Rong Ting was born His Royal Highness Crown Prince, Chu Jun.

The eating and dressing are all delicate, that is, breakfast is all kinds, lest he be wronged.

The weird thing last night was cooked by the mother-in-law herself. It ’s different, but what is going on with this breakfast today? Does the mother use this cheap food every day?

Song Yuan: ... Can your family get into the show like this?

If the other person is an adult, she must be more lazy, love to eat, not to eat, but the other person is a child, there is no need to do so. Would you like to try it first? "

Rong Ting frowned, looking more lazy, "If you are alone, you will not starve to death."

Song Yuan: ... the little brother is quite strong.

Do n’t eat ravioli.

Children cannot get used to it!

She used to eat in the restaurant and saw some parents chasing their children to feed.

I'm hungry and will eat it.

Song Yuanen said, "Well, I'll eat it myself."

Breakfast must be delicious, and you must not treat yourself. She usually likes lean eggs and congee. The soy milk in this house is also said to be freshly squeezed. The flavor of the beans is very strong. She likes it. She used to have a cup for breakfast. Soy milk, just yesterday too much and too suddenly, she forgot to brew soy beans, so today I can only order takeaway soy milk to drink.

Rong Ting sat beside him, and he looked carefully at Song Yuan's look.

Is your mother angry?

But he didn't really eat these things before, and the royal dining room didn't dare to persuade him like this.

The mother-in-law now lives so embarrassed. As the mother-in-law's son, is it going to make her sad at this point?

In other words, after the mother is the mother of the country, she can also eat these foods. Why ca n’t he?

"Are you angry?" Rong Ting asked with a small face.

Song Yuanzhang, shook his head, "No."

"You do." Rong Ting reluctantly picked up the spoon, "Well, I don't want to care about you."

Having said this, he began to frown and look down on his face, eating the bowl of lean egg porridge in front of him.

Song Yuan grinned, this child is really awkward, but it is also very cute.

She thought about it, maybe the child's family is really very rich. Does n’t eat these if they are rich enough for breakfast? Seeing this child raise his hand and throw himself into that temperament, the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

However, if Rong Ting is really a child of a rich man, then he has been lost for such a long time, how can parents not come to the door yet?

Even though there are not as many modern condiments as they are in modern times, the ones from the royal dining room are carefully cooked. It must be more authentic. The bowl in front of Rong Ting doesn't know how much MSG congee has been added to him. Entrance.

However, Rong Ting was not intolerable. For him, sitting with his mother-in-law for breakfast and breakfast was his wish since he was very young. As for what to eat, it doesn't matter.

After breakfast, Song Yuan took the car key to take Rong Ting out.

Yesterday, thinking about the police station being close, she didn't drive, so that she was very curious after watching the car on the road for a short time and was very curious. Riding at the back seat was a little uncomfortable.

"Mother, what is this?" Rong Ting didn't want to show cowardly in front of his mother, but he remembered what the old woman said, and she said that he was the mother's favorite person.

The mother would not laugh at him.

Song Yuan did not expect that Rong Ting would ask this question, and once again denied her guess that he was a rich second and a rich third generation.

But from last night until now, Rong Ting's various performances are very surprising.

No matter how ancient fans are at home, it is impossible to be completely out of touch with modern society. Even children in remote mountain areas know that this is a car.

Rong Ting is not like a child in a remote mountainous area. On the contrary, the aura in his body is not something that ordinary people can cultivate.

His dress, his temperament, and his ignorance and unfamiliarity with modern society have made him think of a word in the college period under the Song Garden where romance passed through the novel and could not extricate itself.

With this most unlikely possibility, everything can be explained clearly.

Song Yuan parked the car by the side of the road, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes with Rong Ting.

Rong Ting thought that Song Yuan was abandoning his ignorance. When he was angry, the fair-skinned face turned red at the moment, his chest was undulating, and he only said coldly, "You do n’t want to be lonely, Nor will it be reluctant. "

When he was not angry, he called his mother.

When he is angry, he doesn't shout.

This title was clearly arranged by him.

There are several books in his dormitory. The old maid said it was done by his mother-in-law, and those books were painted with childish, ridiculous and aesthetic pictures, but they were very warm.

The book is said to be a story compiled by the mother-in-law. The old lady said it was called bedtime fairy tales.

Before he did n’t learn to read, he always told the old woman to read to him. After he learned to read, he read it by himself. He remembered all the stories clearly, and the book was worn by his skin. Sprinkling water on it carefully, he thundered wildly. At night, he was lying on the big bed, holding the books. He thought that if the mother was in the right place, he wouldn't treat these books as treasures. Got a joke.

There are actually many things left to him by his mother.

Whenever he questioned his mother did not love him, he saw these things and became firm.

If a woman doesn't love children, how can she make so many gadgets for him.

Is this the person in front of me who remembers and imagines loving him as the mother of life?

If so, why didn't she love him anymore?

If not, why is he so fond of the breath on her?

Song Yuan didn't expect this child to be so sensitive, and moody and cloudy, she said nothing, and he suddenly became angry.

But adults don't care about children easily.

She has more important questions to ask him.

"Coo, I ask you. When were you born?"

Rong Ting looked slightly slower. "What do you ask?"

Anyway, I didn't say "you even forgot the birth of your own son".

Song Yuan knows that this child is not easy to fool, "I am very curious and caring about your cutting."

"Do you really care?" Rong Ting asked her.

Song Yuan nodded like pounding garlic.

Once I accepted the assumption that he was an ancient man, it seemed that we were not so weird, including his proud mature.

Rong Ting's small body was sitting in the back seat. Whether he was sitting or standing, his back was always straight.

He finally talked about his birthday, which was complicated and incomprehensible.

Song Yuan was almost certain he came through.

"There are emperors in your time, don't you?"

"It doesn't have to be this way, it's the lone father and emperor, and your husband."

Song Yuan: "..."