My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Beijing's climate is relatively dry. This area belongs to the heating area. It is cold and windy outside, but the interior is warm like spring.

Song Yuan bought several humidifiers to work together at a stretch, and it didn't feel so dry.

When she got up, Rong Ting had already started to practice calligraphy.

Song Yuan stretched himself in the living room, pretending to say inadvertently: "It's so dry here, isn't it? I feel like I'm almost bleeding nose."

Rong Ting lowered the writing brush in his hand and moved his wrist. Then he said, "Is it? I think it's all the same. When I was there, my home also had radiators turned on every day."

Mistakes.

"Don't you think there's a lot of dust here in Beijing?" Although Song Yuan settled in Beijing, she was used to staying at her hometown and was not very used to coming to Beijing.

"OK."

Alas, this child is not very confused, Song Yuan was too lazy to talk about it, and went directly to the subject, "That, coo, I think so, here we are all unfamiliar people, otherwise, we Let's go back?"

She didn't think she could stay in this capital city, but she still had to seek the opinions of Rong Ting.

Frequently changing residence, is it really good for children?

He managed to adapt to life here, and met new friends in the organization.

Rong Ting gave her a surprised look, "Why go back again, shouldn't we all discuss it?"

"Well. Mom is lonely here. Relatives and friends are not here. Sometimes I miss home."

This way ...

Rong Ting thoughtfully went to Song Yuan, pulled her hand, and whispered, "I can do it. The mother decides."

"Why are you so good?" Song Yuan was touched. "I was not good when you were a kid."

"I know that all choices and decisions made by my mother-in-law are for my benefit." The more Rong Ting knew about this era, the more he knew what his mother-in-law gave up for him.

"Well!" Song Yuan squatted down, held him in his arms, and touched his head with his right hand, soft and firm, "Yes, my mother just wants to coo to grow happily, happily, and healthy."

Rong Ting believed in her that way. She thought that in the past five years, he must have been pampered and superior, and was truly a person with more than 10,000 people. She had no relationship with him before, and he was pure to her. A child's attachment to his mother does not have much real affection. Emotions can only be cultivated by getting along.

However, he still trusted her wholeheartedly and never doubted her. This unreserved trust, perhaps to many mothers, should be. But she was absent from his life for several years, and she could gain this trust, which moved her especially.

Trust should be mutual, and she couldn't rely on her being his mother and taking everything for granted, without giving him the right to choose and to know.

Song Yuan had decided to tell the truth of the matter, but she didn't think about what to say, and she was in a mess.

At noon, Song Yuan received a message from his friend Xie Ya: "Yuan Yuan, I heard something! Ji Junpei pushed an invitation from a large company here. He said when everyone had dinner together yesterday, he said Going to Beijing to develop! "

Song Yuan sent three question marks slowly.

Xie Ya: "We all know that he is for you! But Yuanyuan, rest assured, I'm not standing by his side. He asked me for your address. I didn't give it. Although I don't know what happened between you, but I'm a little bit angry at the thought that he has kept you cold for years. "

"That's right. I've got so many things right now. I've lost a lot of hair over the last few days. I really don't have much energy to deal with him."

Xie Ya: "Well, I understand you. When we ate together, one of my sisters blame you for saying something, saying that you had failed Ji Junpei, alas, I almost quarreled with her, Ji Junpei was nothing He said, "I don't know if he thinks the same way. Anyway, he didn't speak for you at the time, and he felt pretty bad."

If it had been in the past, Song Yuan would definitely be angry, but now that there is such a big thing ahead, it has become a trivial matter, and it is not worth her anger.

But why did Ji Junpei come to Beijing?

She couldn't figure it out. At noon when Rong Ting was taking a nap, she was still thinking about it. Song Haiping was making tea and saw her look absent-minded, beckoning her.

Song Yuan had to accompany Song Haiping to drink tea.

"Is there something unhappy?" Song Haiping glanced at her. "Is that for Rongting's father? Hey, what's the matter, it's not necessary, it's really unnecessary."

"No, Dad, I have a friend ..."

"Are you here with dad? Your friend is you."

Song Yuan looked slightly embarrassed. "Okay, I used to know a senior when I was in college. I liked him at that time, but he went to study abroad. He has maintained a relationship of saltyness in recent years. He is now Come back, it seems like you want to chase me, but I don't like him anymore. Others say he is pushing a good job for me now and is coming to Beijing to develop ... I don't know what he thinks. "

If Ji Junpei had one-tenth of her current mobility at the time, she and he would have been together early.

Song Haiping smiled, "It's just worth it, isn't it? Yuanyuan, this man, he is more rational when thinking about things. He must be related to you when he comes to Beijing, but you are definitely not the most important. The reason. Is the senior you mentioned surnamed Ji? "

"Dad, how do you know!"

"Dad knows everything. Didn't you often go out to eat with him at that time? I saw it once. I was also afraid that you would be fooled by a poor boy, so I asked someone to check it." Song Haiping was very struggling to survive. Desire, add quickly, "Of course, Dad is not monitoring you. People are sinister. Dad has to think more. I know everything about you and your mother, and your mother knows."

"Ah, mother knows too!"

Song Yuan was shocked. She always thought she was hiding something.

"Yuanyuan, Dad hopes that you can find someone with similar conditions. Ji Junpei's family is a little bit ordinary this time. He is not bad. He is a person with great ability and self-esteem. Of course, it is good for men to have self-esteem. You will be sad in the future. Whether it is Ji Junpei or Rong Ting's father, I don't think it suits you. "

Song Yuan was embarrassed and awkward. "Well said, why mention him?"

"I'm going to pour cold water on you." Song Haiping straightened his face. "You don't have to look at the parents to look good, you can easily count. If the surname Xie has no unspeakable purpose, I will follow his surname!" "

"The surname Ji is not very good, but the surname Xie is not a good thing."

Song Yuan was anxious. "Dad, please keep quiet! Coo is still there, what should he do?"

"Cold mix." Song Haiping hummed, but still didn't scold.

When Rong Ting took a nap, Song Yuan was about to send him to learn Tae Kwon Do and English. Other children's schoolbags were filled with snacks. He only installed a children's insulated pot and two small bottles of Yakult.

The afternoon sun was just right, Song Yuan led Rong Ting on the road.

"Coo, do you remember your English name?"

"Remember, Lance." Rong Ting expressed his confusion. "Teacher Helen is Chinese and classmates are Chinese. We all have our own names. Why should we use English names?"

"Maybe this is more atmospheric?"

Rong Ting said, "I don't like the English name, I don't know who it is."

"You have also learnt some simple words recently, don't you often brag that you haven't forgotten? Then I come to test you." Song Yuan pointed to the tree by the road, "What's the English language of the tree?"

"Tree."

Song Yuan took a few simple exams, and Rong Ting could almost answer them quickly, which surprised her a bit. She wasn't smart. She was like that since she was a kid, how could her son be so smart! Now look at the full potential of Xueba!

"This world is huge, there are many countries, and everyone has different skin colors, languages, and religious beliefs. Coo, mom will take you to see the wider world in the future."

"Broader world?" Rong Ting was bewildered.

"Yeah, you may not understand it now. In your opinion, the world is as big as the Dachao Dynasty. Actually, it is not. There are mountains outside the mountains and there are people outside." Song Yuan said that the topic seemed a little too far away. Then, "Okay, don't talk about this, continue to test you, what does ILoveyou mean?"

"Mister Helen didn't teach," Rong Ting said calmly, "the mother told me what it means, I will remember."

Didn't teach this?

Song Yuan said, "I love you. I mean you love me."

"Really?" Rong Ting quietly covered his smile, "I remember."

After mother, I love you too.

After Song Yuan returned to God, he found that he was being routine by Rong Ting! !!

Who did this kid learn from? She felt that she was not enough to face the kid's IQ!

Is it true that the children who grew up in the palace are so refined and so black?

Give her back her soft and adorable son!

Soon at the entrance of the institution, Song Yuan told him as before, "Cuckoo, you must get along with your classmates. If you do n’t understand, you must ask the teacher. The sweat cloth is in the schoolbag, and the teacher will help you sweat. Beyond, otherwise you will have a cold and cough, and there is also— "

Before she finished speaking, Rong Ting took her helplessly and said, "Let's drink plenty of water, there is in a thermos pot. If the classmates give me snacks, even if they don't want to eat, say thank you."

"Every time you say thank you to someone, you can write it down in your notebook. When you go home, your mother likes you. Every time you say sorry to someone, your mother likes you twice."

After Rong Ting rushed into the institution like escape, Song Yuan was still thinking, was she really too shy?

But she really wanted to talk to him more.

Turning around and preparing to go home, I saw a familiar person on the side of the road.

There was plenty of sunshine in the winter, and Rong Hong stood under the tree with a restless attitude, his hands arbitrarily placed in his coat pockets, and he was looking towards her.