My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

When Song Yuan woke up, the whole person fell into disuse.

In the dreams she had dreamed before, the emperor was cold and ruthless, but this time it was different, and it seemed to gradually coincide with Rong Hong's image.

Obviously what he said was right, but why did she have a sense of powerlessness in the dream, even after waking up?

This dream made Song Yuan feel lost even more than those previous dreams. She took a long time in bed before reluctantly calming her mind.

She could feel that the emperor in her dream did not lie, so why was she so uncomfortable?

No matter how many dreams she had, as long as she didn't recall the bits and pieces in ancient times, she was like a bystander outsider, and she was always separated by a layer of veil, and she only maintained that kind of dull pain for half an hour It gradually disappeared.

"I dreamed again."

Song Yuan sat at the dinner table and said to Rong Ting, who was eating poached eggs seriously.

For her, Rong Ting is a son and a friend, so she can talk to her.

"What dream?" Rong Ting asked after eating the egg in his mouth.

Song Yuan told the dream to Rong Ting, including the words of the emperor.

"Father Emperor would thrush for her mother."

"Why should you pay attention to such trivial matters."

"I don't think it's a trivial matter." Rong Ting squeezed ketchup on bread slices without raising his head, "It's not surprising that the father would say that."

"But I feel uncomfortable and I'm very bored."

"My mother doesn't have to force myself to remember those things, you are back, even if you forget those things."

Song Yuan grabbed the ketchup in his hand, "You do n’t feel sour, eat less, and do you forget what happened when we two met for the first time, because I do n’t remember you, you made a big deal His temper is red. "

Rong Ting's face was uncomfortable. "That time was then, and now it is now."

After talking with Rong Ting, Song Yuan also felt that she had not restored her memory and meditated for the past corners revealed in her dreams. This was self-torture, and she was never the kind of person who embarrassed herself.

Of course, there was one more headache that happened to her.

After meeting with university classmates, Chen Linjing, under the matchmaking of old classmates, got an interview opportunity at a very famous elite kindergarten nearby!

Song Yuan also knows that good kindergartens also need to make appointments, shake numbers, and even parents and children have to go through interviews ...

Originally, Rong Ting was only a transition in kindergarten. He had to be more than two months to reach the age of six. If he wanted to go to elementary school, he had to wait until September 1. After spending most of the half year in the kindergarten class, the best.

Song Yuan has been deeply influenced by the mother group recently. He thinks that since there is a chance for an interview, try it. Maybe it will be an interview.

There are many mothers in this community. Song Yuan has learned from several mothers, and they all have experience interviewing in kindergartens. They said that some kindergartens require children to know how many words and talents they have, depending on their parents' education.

Song Yuan was stunned. She didn't know that the demands of being a parent were so high now.

She just knows that kindergarten tuition is high, but she does not know that the threshold for a good kindergarten is still high.

It's only been ten days since the interview. Song Yuan, like any previous exam, chose to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily. She had already returned the English to the teacher, and had to pick up the course again. It was a bit old. Posture of the college entrance examination.

Don't ask Song Yuan how it feels. Asking is headache, very headache.

She has also chased many rebirth learners before, and she was still thinking that if she could return to her childhood, she would definitely become a learner.

Now think about it ...

The mind will be dull if it is not used for too long, just like writing without pen for too long after graduation, the handwriting will be much uglier. If she were to be reborn as a student, she might as well not be as good as before.

When Rong Hong came over, he saw Song Yuan prickling his head with a dish of English words on his face.

This reminded him of her under the high pressure training of Mrs. General's wife.

The expression is really exactly the same.

Song Yuan greeted him in an airy tone, "Hi."

Rong Hong was curious: "What are you doing?"

"Remember the words, listening to the mother upstairs said that many bilingual kindergarten parents interviewed in English. It's too difficult."

Song Yuan didn't know what was going on with others. Anyway, she rarely used English after graduation, and the suppliers that she dealt with when she was working in the company were all in Chinese. She knew the words, but her spoken language was not so standard, and it was useless for a long time, it was really rusty.

Rong Ting came out of the room and was not surprised to see Rong Ye, as he said, the time of surprise had passed.

He still walked honestly in front of Rong Hong, watching the warning from his mother-in-law, but he was rude, but still whispered to his father.

Rong Hong looked at Rong Ting with a blank expression, but quickly reacted. He smiled kindly, "You just call my uncle."

Rong Ting stared at him, without calling out his father and his uncle.

"He's not used to it yet." Song Yuan came to make a siege. Today, Rong Hong said that he wanted to come and see Rong Ting, and she asked him to come.

"It doesn't matter." Rong Hong tried to reach out and touch Rong Ting, but the latter subconsciously stepped back and straightened his body.

Rong Hong's hand stayed in the air, which was really awkward.

It's not that Rong Ting didn't want to be close to his father, but in ancient times he was not very close to his father. He has been used to that way of dealing with each other. Now the father and emperor behave like another person, only to make him more confused. The emperor should not be like this, the father emperor is too strange.

This ... Song Yuan is not easy to make a siege.

She simply didn't see it.

"Would you like something to drink?" Song Yuan treats Rong Hong as a guest, and he is indeed a guest. "There is juice and tea at home. What do you want to drink?"

Rong Hui smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm not thirsty. Isn't my uncle and aunt home?"

"My mom is out of business, my dad is going to buy food." Song Yuan saw a gift box on the floor when he came in, and had some headaches. "Actually you don't have to buy anything. My parents will misunderstand you like this."

"What's wrong?"

Song Yuan is also difficult to say. He is an ancient man. Naturally, he did n’t know that these things he bought were out of date. He bought her father wine and tea, and her mother seemed to buy silk scarves and jewelry. It's misleading, and people who don't know thought it was her boyfriend's first visit.

"Anyway, you can take it later. Don't be so polite. If you feel embarrassed next time, you can buy fruit."

As soon as the words came out, Song Yuan also froze. Did she take the initiative to ask for fruit?

"Okay, what fruit do you like to eat?"

"... Cuckoo likes strawberries! He seems to be short of iron, so he can eat cherries."

"Okay, I remember, how about you?"

"Don't worry about me, my dad will buy me the fruits I like."

What she said was quite straightforward. Even if he sold fruit, he bought it for his son, and it had nothing to do with her.

Rong Hong has nothing to say.

He suddenly discovered that she had really let him through when she had a quarrel.

While talking, Song Haiping returned. Although he knew from his daughter that Rong Hong was coming, Song Haiping was not very happy to see him in this house.

Song Haiping still thought about his daughter and grandson at home, put down the vegetables they bought, and said to Rong Yue: "Your car is blocked, go, follow me to move the car."

Rong Hong wouldn't drive at all. The driver brought him here. His eyes were dark, and he knew that Song Haiping had something to tell him.

He could not refuse, so he calmly followed Song Haiping and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Haiping was too lazy to disguise. He walked into the elevator and pressed the door button anxiously, saying, "Let's open the skylight and say something bright. What do you mean, don't say those things in front of me, no matter what. Yes, I'm not a garden. "

Rong Hong's eyelids were drooping: "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Do you want to chase my home?" Song Haiping sneered. "You rested as soon as possible. I don't care if you have children or not, now is the way to the sky."

Rong Hong sighed: "Uncle, you seem to have a deep misunderstanding of me, I don't know what I did wrong?"

"There is no misunderstanding. I want my daughter to be peaceful. You will enjoy your blessing in Xie's house alone, and we will not be suspicious of poor relatives." Song Haiping ruthlessly, "My daughter is simply naive, but I told Her mother is not a fool. You may show stuffing at any time, but anyone with a bit of conscience knows not to involve his wife and children. You'd better, stick it every day, for fear that others don't know you have a relationship with us, right? "

"It turns out that my uncle was worried about me."

Song Haiping laughed, "I worry about you? I wish you hurry ..." Forget it.

But think about him as Rong Ting's father, don't curse him, even though he thinks so.

"Uncle, do n’t worry about it. I wo n’t do things that are unsure. I ’m not going to come to them if I ’m sure they ’re in danger. Uncle, you said, you ca n’t involve your wife and children. They are in danger. "

Song Haiping felt that this was not true. "Children are children. What kind of wife are you? Who is your wife? You really put gold on your face."

"Wife and child, you said it, not me."

Song Haiping had itchy teeth and his fist.

When Song Haiping was about to scold, he only heard the shameless man next to him saying, "You don't really have to worry. If there are two identical thank you, then someone will think about which one is the real one." It is false. With only one thank you, no one will doubt it. "

What is this and what!

When Song Haiping was impatient to speak, he was shocked. When he looked at Rong Hong, the palms of his hands began to sweat and reacted, but in his heart he wondered, what does this nasty shameful fake product mean? Could it be true that Prince Xie really died silently?

Rong Hong looked at Song Haiping in deep thought, and then he eased his tone, "In short, you don't have to worry. I can't do anything without confidence."