My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Early the next morning, Song Haiping drove to pick up Song Yuan and Rong Ting to a high-speed rail station.

Originally, I was going to drive home at a high speed. However, considering that Rong Ting was still small, it would be more comfortable to take the high-speed rail, so I temporarily changed my mind.

Rong Hong also came over, holding a paper bag in his hand, and handed it to Rong Ting, saying warmly: "It's all the snacks you like, as well as fruits, you can eat them in the car."

Rong Ting was a little awkward, but he took it over, not as eager as before, but said very flatly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Song Yuan speculated that Rong Hong should have something to say to Rong Ting, and pulled Song Haiping to get in the car first to give the father and son time.

Rong Hong looked at his son's expression, and was very helpless in his heart, but still said, "Did you see me at the resort that day? You misunderstood me, and things are not what you think. I will follow this. Your mother also explained clearly. "

In Rong Ting's heart, this is his father and king. He ca n’t play a little temper in front of his father, even if he does n’t remember anything now, he also knows that he is a father, first a king, and then a father.

He just lowered his head, his body was straight, and his expression calmly said, "I know, my mother has already told me, and I promised my mother not to interfere in your affairs."

Rong Hong's face was surprised, and he quickly covered it up, "Well, you can understand the best. Listen to your mother over there."

"Well," Rongting hesitated, and asked, "Father, do you really remember nothing?"

Rong Yunen said, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Father, I'll go first." Rong Ting will not salute him anymore, he raised his hand and waved him, and then ran to Song Haiping's car, opened the door and sat up.

Rong Hong watched the car leave thoughtfully.

Song Haiping drove in the driver's seat. Song Yuan and Rong Ting sat in the back seat. The car slowly drove out of the community. Song Haiping was still voicing.

Song Yuan reluctantly, "People are also going to celebrate the New Year! And it's been more than two months, and it will be a blink of an eye."

***

It's been a few days since the Chinese New Year. Ji Junpei worked overtime every day until late. He offered to work overtime and tried to paralyze himself with work.

Reason to tell him not to be a kind of stubborn person. Since Song Yuan doesn't like him anymore, what he will do is futile, and it will cause trouble for her, but he is not so decisive emotionally. After all, it is a girl who likes it for several years, how can she say that she does not like it?

On that day, he worked overtime late into the night again, and when he returned to the rented apartment, he habitually turned on the computer to see if there was any new mail.

There were nearly ten unread e-mails in the mailbox. He opened them one by one to see. When he was about to pour water, the one he opened was very strange. There was only one attachment, which was similar to a virus. He will not open the attachment, but the attachment ’s name attracted his attention. The attachment ’s file name is “Song Haiping and Chen Linjing ’s profile.” Of course, he knew that Song Haiping was Song Yuan ’s father, and Chen Lin Jing was Song Yuan ’s mother. Curious, holding his breath, he opened the attachment.

The attachment is indeed a brief introduction of Song Haiping and Chen Linjing. These two people can be regarded as very famous entrepreneurs in their hometown and city. The above is nothing more than an introduction of the industries and properties in the name of these two people. Ji Junpei is not willing to see For these reasons, Song Yuan's parents are very rich. It can only prove that the distance between her and him is very far. When she was about to close the file, she accidentally glimpsed the company name under Song Haiping's name.

He racked his brains and thought, but fortunately, he has a good memory, and soon remembered it.

He also wanted to make more money abroad. After all, he just won a scholarship and had to pay for his own living expenses. The situation at home was not so good. He scored under pressure. On the other hand, he wanted to make money as soon as possible, so that he could get closer. The distance from Song Yuan, he thought about a project with a senior who is also an international student. They wanted to find someone to invest in, but no one was optimistic. They ran into a wall. Just when they were about to give up, a company manager contacted him. They said they were willing to invest. This was a Chinese company. At that time, he and the senior were very moved. They always felt that their compatriots helped them.

Although the project did not succeed as expected, it also made him the first bucket of gold. He has always regarded this company as a benefactor. As a result, what has he seen now? One of the shareholders of this company is Song Haiping?

So what was going on in the first place?

Could all this be that Song Yuan's dad couldn't stand it anymore and chose to help him?

He suddenly remembered that when the contract was signed, the Chinese manager had a meaningful smile and said he was lucky ...

Now what do not understand, Ji Junpei smiled bitterly, and then laughed, his smile was sad and bitter. He originally thought that others valued his talent. He wanted to get closer to her so much that his first barrel of gold actually turned out. From her father, is this alms? Ji Junpei picked up his mobile phone and just dialed out Song Yuan's phone number. It was almost instantaneous. He immediately hung up. He got up, limped into the bathroom, washed a cold face, and looked at himself in the mirror. Suddenly Calm down. What is he like?

In any case, he should thank Song Yuan's father, if not for him, he would not be like today. Maybe Song Yuan's father was kind.

Instantly, Ji Junpei thought about many things, even with Song Yuan already disliked him, he seemed to accept it.

He opened WeChat and solemnly sent a message to Song Yuan: "Yuan Yuan, I'm sorry for causing trouble to you this time. You are right, people should look forward. If you need any help from me in the future, please don't You're welcome. Finally, thank you. "

He deleted the e-mail, as if he had never seen it, the shareholders of that company were still his benefactors, which he would never forget.

***

When Song Yuan returned home, she was too excited. She didn't fall asleep until eleven or twelve, so she received Ji Junpei's WeChat. She watched it several times and wanted to return something, but she didn't know what was appropriate. Finally did not reply to this message. In fact, Ji Junpei was able to figure it out and be able to let go. She was also very happy. After all, he was really good and he shouldn't waste time on her all the time.

Still the bed at home is comfortable! Although her house in Beijing is hers, she always feels that this is her home, and Cuckoo seems to feel the same. He is in a good mood all day today. When he returns, he also sends a gift to the mother-in-law next door. Specialties brought by Beijing.

While I was swiping my cell phone, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then I heard Rong Ting's crisp shouting: "Mother, it's very late now, don't play with your cell phone anymore, don't stay up late!"

Song Yuan: "... I see!"

She did not expect that Rong Ting would get up to the toilet tonight, and made a mistake.

She quickly turned off the light, put her mobile phone on the bedside table, and she couldn't sleep. She started counting sheep again, and then she fell asleep. This time she started dreaming again.

In the dream, the young man took her into a big house, and his voice was bright, and he introduced her, "I went to see the house for sale in the whole city, but I never met the right one. It ’s easy to find, and it ’s close to General ’s Mansion, only two streets away. You said that you like the pavilion in the center of the lake, it is here, but the lake is not as big as General ’s Mansion, and the house has a small garden. You will definitely like it. By the way, although there is no bamboo forest here, I see. The original owner planted a fruit tree and don't have a flavor. "

She followed him through the promenade and asked him in confusion, "Brother, this house is fine, but what do you want to do?"

The man she called her brother turned around and looked at her with a smile. She originally wanted to pat her shoulder, but put her hand in the air again. "This is a gift I gave you, the other day I heard you ask how much money the house outside the housekeeper needs, and I have it in my heart. "He took out some silver tickets from his arms and handed them to her." Although I don't have much silver money, I have hundreds of silver tickets. I can still figure it out. I've figured it out. Even if you and Ziheng didn't find a livelihood for a while, this is enough for you to live comfortably for years. "

She shivered and stepped back, "No, this is not possible, this is your brother's money, how can I take it, and this house is too expensive, I can't accept it!"

"You are the lady of my general's house. This dowry must also be beautiful. Your father and mother will also prepare the dowry for you. If you do n’t accept it, wouldn't you treat us as an outsider?" The man looked at her with a vague expression. She, "You will be married to Ziheng in the future. If you have any difficulties, you must tell me that you ca n’t bear it alone. The general ’s house is your maiden house and I will support you forever. I will always be your brother. Ziheng is your husband in the future. He is standing behind you to protect you, and his brother will be standing behind you both to protect you. Don't go outside with your brother. "

Her nose was slightly sour, she choked when she opened her mouth, and her eyes became red. "Brother ..."

"Yuanyuan, we must be happy, we must be happy."

"Yep!"

Song Yuan awoke from her dream and sat up straight. She subconsciously grasped the neckline of her pajamas, only feeling difficult to breathe.

But this time, it's different.

In the past, every time she dreamed, she could not see the face of the person in the dream, even if she later knew that Rong Hong was the emperor, and she dreamed about the related dreams, she could not see him. This time, she actually saw clearly in the dream. The face of the person called brother, even before she had forgotten, that face was firmly remembered in her heart.

But what's the use of it?

Song Yuan hugged his pillow, and he was extremely lost for a moment.

The dream brother is so good to her, is that the God of War cooing?