My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Song Yuan guessed that her life in ancient times was definitely not very pleasant.

On the one hand, she dreamed during this time, she could vaguely feel that these dreams were closely related to her experience in ancient times, maybe it was something she had actually experienced. Judging from these dreams, she also had happy moments, but more dreary time. Even in her dreams, she could perceive the powerless and frustrated emotions.

On the other hand, she always remembers the state when she just woke up, and now think about it, she should have just wore back from ancient times. There was no light in her eyes, and the whole person was obscure, saying that it was dull as standing water and not exaggerated.

Being a queen in ancient times wouldn't be too happy, would you? According to her ostrich mentality, she should not recall unhappy things, but she is very calm and even has a natural Buddhist mentality. Until she saw her brother's face in dreams, she suddenly realized that some things could not be forgotten.

When she brushed her teeth in the morning, she was still thinking about making an appointment with a psychologist.

But if she really faces a psychiatrist, what should she say? The doctor will treat her as a neurosis?

How to remember those people and things that she had forgotten? This is a problem.

Early in the morning, Rong Ting felt that the mood of her mother was not right. She was still in a daze when she had breakfast. If it was not for his reminder, she would take the wrong cup.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Rong Ting asked her worriedly, "Is she sick?"

Song Yuan turned around and shook his head, pointing to his own head. "I was thinking if I should see a doctor. I heard that the hospital also treats amnesia."

"Mother-in-law ..." Rong Ting hesitated for a moment, and he was also very entangled. He didn't understand a lot of things. If the father or the mother-in-law recovered someone's memory, then he could confuse him, but he also hoped that the mother-in-law could be everyday Happy.

"It's so decided." Song Yuan said with a relaxed expression. "I asked people in a few days to see which hospital was better, and some things were better remembered."

Coo has been here for so long now, and Her Majesty the Emperor has come, can she still be confused?

"The mother doesn't have to force herself." Rong Ting is now very annoyed, why he didn't understand the situation, he blamed his mother and forgot about him.

"No reluctance." Song Yuan squeezed some ketchup on his bread slices, and his tone was very brisk. "Well, don't say this, I've decided, it's fine today. Would you like to go skiing?"

The two have been together for a long time. Song Yuan knew how to divert his attention. Sure enough, Rong Ting heard "Skiing", his eyes were bright, "Skiing? But it's not snowing now."

After breakfast, the mother and son went out, and Song Yuan already booked the tickets online. By the time they arrived at the ski resort that was tens of kilometers away from the city, it was almost noon, and there were restaurants in the ski resort, but there were no fast food restaurants in the restaurant. I was very interested in this kind of instant food. Song Yuan and Rong Ting walked around the small supermarket. In the end, I couldn't help but bought two buckets of instant noodles and two cups of milk tea.

She is also considered to have failed to do a good job. When she came here before, there were fast food rice in the restaurant. She did not take into account the actual situation. It is now a few days before the New Year. The staff of the restaurant have already returned to the New Year. It's pretty good to have instant noodles.

This is the first time Rong Ting has eaten instant noodles.

Song Yuan watched his head sucking instant noodles, sweating from his nose, and couldn't help asking: "Do you like to eat this?"

Rong Ting likes to eat noodles, he will like instant noodles, which is also expected by Song Yuan. She also had instant noodles when she was a kid. Seeing that Rong Ting is so cute, she took out her mobile phone and took pictures while he was not paying attention. A photo, secretly posted to the circle of friends, she now shares everything about Rong Ting, which is to block most people, only open to Chen Linjing and Song Haiping, but also quietly brought in Rong Hui also She thought, he should also want to see.

[For my mother, I also like instant noodles! It's skiing today, and we need to swipe the screen later! 】

Building the motherland: [Actually likes to eat instant noodles, it really is a small town boy. 】

Clouds and light wind: [Be careful of skiing, don't frostbite. 】

The clothes and shoes of the ski resort are shared. Rong Ting has a slight fetishism. Song Yuan originally thought he could not accept it. He did not expect that his interest in skiing briefly defeated the fetishism. He soon changed into a thick one. It ’s almost New Year ’s day for ski suits and boots. Today is another working day. There are no people on the ski slopes. Song Yuan also specially invited a ski area instructor to teach Rong Ting to ski. The mother and son had a good time.

Song Yuan sent a circle of friends almost every ten minutes. In the end, neither the motherland nor Yun Danfeng Qing commented nor liked. The grandfather and grandmother also couldn't accept this crazy sunbathing behavior, maybe temporarily. Blocked her.

Rong Huan refreshed from time to time while holding his mobile phone. He does n’t know how to use WeChat, and typing is not fast, but he sees every circle of friends sent by Song Yuan.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, Xie's family visits every day. This year, especially this year, everyone knows that Prince Xie escaped from his death. So this year everyone apparently came to see Mr. Xie, but actually visited Mr. Xie.

Many wealthy people believe in the superstition. A few days ago, Mr. Xie invited a master to want to go for his grandson. How could I know that after seeing this Xie Ye, the master said that he was the Prince Fortunately, this master has two brushes. He usually does not come out easily. If he is not willing to spend money, he would not come to Xie's house. Mr. Xie was overjoyed, but he didn't believe that set of Xie Yanjun was very happy to hear that. Who wouldn't listen to the auspicious words.

Xie Yanjun is now refreshed at every happy event. When playing cards with a few friends, he won several games in a row. When he was happy, his driver walked in and didn't know what was said in his ear. He suddenly looked ugly. Extremely, he got up sharply and walked out of the guest room. Mrs. Xie and Rong Hui stood on the balcony of the main building and looked. Outside the iron door was a middle-aged woman who was extremely embarrassed.

The middle-aged woman didn't know what she was talking about with Xie Yanjun, she cried and laughed.

Mrs. Xie could not see the expression of Xie Yanjun, but she could guess that he must be impatient at this moment.

"Ama, go out with your mother."

Mrs. Xie and Rong Hong walked out of the main building. Both of them passed by Xie Yanjun and the middle-aged woman indifferently. The mother and the child looked the same, and their eyes did not look there.

The middle-aged woman winced subconsciously when she saw Mrs. Xie and Rong Hong.

Especially when she saw Rong Hong, she didn't know where to put her eyes. A few months ago, she heard that Prince Xie's life and death were unknown. He heard his son's vows promised that he must be dead. When Mrs. Xie was excited, she was very excited ... Now thinking about the madness of her son some time ago, she didn't know whether the thought of "everything in Xie's family" instilled in her son was right or wrong.

Xie Yanjun was very embarrassed. In front of his son and wife, did he have the only majesty, and should he completely disappear with these bad things?

Watching the mother and son walk out of the door, the figure gradually blurred. He looked at the lover who had followed him for many years. He couldn't help getting angry, and all kinds of unpleasant words came out for a while. He never vents his negative emotions in front of his wife, just because he knows that there is a Lu family behind his wife, and his wife needs his "respect", and his lover is different. He was originally a thing he kept, what dirty It ’s awful, he just does what he wants, and he just says, for him, a lover is either a person, an object, or a pet. After the scolding, the housekeeper let her go away, but she didn't lose any face.

"I heard your dad said that he introduced you to a friend, but it doesn't seem to be anymore?" Mrs. Xie said softly, "That's not what I mean, I can guess what he thinks, but you can rest assured, now he I dare not care about your affairs. "

Rong Hong still didn't speak at Xie's house. He invited many doctors and said that he had suffered a serious psychological injury and needed to take care of him slowly.

"I remember you said a long time ago that you would marry someone you like in the future." Mrs. Xie recalled from the past and could not help but smile. "This is a good thing. I thought about it carefully. The doctor said that the body of the old man was not Very good, he is almost eighty this year, but it is only a few years. There is an interesting thing that I have n’t told you yet. Before that, there was a master who fortune-took your father and said he was fifty. There is a calamity at the age of eight. It ’s okay to cross it. ”She paused.“ So your father is very disgusted with these masters. It ’s only a few years since he was 58 years old. I ’m afraid. I ’ll think about it. Some things you take slowly, read a few years first, and then come back to the company to get familiar with it. When you really start your business, it ’s not too late to start a family, right? ”

"I'm not the kind of mother who pushes marriage. You are in charge of your own affairs. As for me, I don't have many wishes. I live up to my age. Many things have been left open. It doesn't matter what money, power, or rights. Now, I was uncomfortable every day when you had an accident. I was afraid that you were really gone. When I thought that I would never worship you in the future, I would not be able to sleep tonight. I always think that no one except me would remember you. "

"Someone will remember?" Mrs. Xie said softly.

Rong Hong almost never responded to Mrs. Xie.

For all the things that happened in Xie's family, he looked on with cold eyes. This is just a miniature of the harem.

Mrs. Xie's affection for his son will not move him. He is an outsider and a bystander, but this time he does n’t know why. He thought of her. When she was in production, he was sitting outside and feeling restless. Sometimes, he even heard a hallucination, thinking that someone was asking whether he should be Bao Da or Bao Xiao. He didn't want to answer and said that Bao Da had only one **** around him. The **** followed him for many years and heard him say that. The body also shook.

She was the first child and had a difficult life. After hearing the cry of the baby after one day and one night, he came to her regardless of the persuasion of the ancestors. Her voice was hoarse and she wanted to see the child. Xiao Rongting, who was blushing and wrinkled, kissed his fingers, and tears fell.

Rong Hui looked back, looked at Mrs. Xie, and nodded.

Someone will remember.

This is the first time he has responded to Mrs. Xie.

Mrs. Xie was bewildered, looking at the son in front of her, her eyes were red. She quickly turned her head, covering up the tears in her eyes, and choked her voice, "Thank you."