My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Rong Ting was surprised when he saw Rong Hong coming in with Song Yuan.

Although he also knew that his father was coming these two days, he did not expect it would be today. After a brief amazement, he immediately thought of his plan. His heartbeat accelerated and he was very nervous. He always felt that he was doing something bad, but he was such a person himself, interested in what and what If there is any doubt, then he must figure it out, and the emperor once praised him. If he can't figure out what puzzles him, then he can't eat well or sleep well.

After the emperor followed the mother into the kitchen, he rushed to his bedroom and found the jade pendant that originally belonged to the emperor in the drawer of the bedside table.

If the father emperor really does not remember anything, he will not feel when he sees this jade pendant. If the father emperor really has not lost his memory, then he must be very confused. it's here.

Song Yuan didn't expect that Rong Hong would follow her to the kitchen. She was helpless. This emperor estimates that this life is the first time in the kitchen, "I don't need your help here."

"Don't say you want to eat hot pot? You can't do it all by yourself." Rong Hong had taken off his coat when he came in, and now he was preparing to roll up his sleeves, a posture to help.

"The hot pot ingredients are all ready-made. I just fry it and add some water. As for the hot pot dishes, I have already bought it, just wash it."

Rong Hong has a height of over eighteen meters. The kitchen is not very spacious. He stands here very cramped.

If it had been in the past, Song Yuan would definitely take the opportunity to rectify him, direct him to cut vegetables and wash vegetables, and want to see him go abroad.

Just now that she had such a thought in her head, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, even though she was twenty-three years old on her ID card, but after so many things, she was no longer the ignorant and happy Song Park.

"I'll help you." Rong Hong was full of interest. The kitchen was very strange to him, whether ancient or modern, but now he thought of staying with her alone for a while, and he was willing to do what he hadn't done before. Things happened.

"I really don't have to." Song Yuan pointed to the kitchen. "You look so big here, two people are very crowded in the kitchen, and you haven't done any of these things. Maybe you still help, Rong Ting is hungry." Let's have dinner early, shall we? "

In fact, Rong Hong couldn't bear the words "Okay". When he saw her tired, he was really afraid of helping her, but he could only show embarrassment. "Well, I'll go out first, and need me Where you can help, call me directly. "

Song Yuan bowed his head, looked at the vegetables on the kitchen counter, and gently said a favor.

In this tone, he claimed to be "I", and seemed to be back when he first met him.

This is the first time that Rong Hui has come to her home here. It is warmer and more popular than the house in Beijing. When she walks out of the kitchen and walks around the dining room, she can see that Rong Ting is sitting at the desk and practicing calligraphy.

The atmosphere made him inexplicably happy.

Rong Ting Yu Guang shuddered when his father Huang was coming towards him step by step. He tightened his writing brush, his heartbeat accelerated, and even his palms were sweating.

This is the first time he has used the means under the eyes of his father.

He held his breath and secretly pumped himself up in his heart.

Rong Hong came to the desk and glanced at the words written by Rong Ting. He could barely see the past. It can be seen that this boy did not slacken his studies during this time. There were pens and papers on the desk, and several books, including one It is a comic book of Sun Tzu ’s Art of War. He picked it up and wanted to flip it, but found that there was something under the book, and he took a closer look. It turned out to be a Guanyin jade. At that moment, his face was stunned. .

Why is this jade penny here? Wasn't he put in the drawer of the back room?

Rong Ting quietly paid attention to the expression of his father. When he saw him like this, he still did n’t understand. He felt like a stormy sea, but he forced himself to calm down. He continued to write casually, but after all, he was young and his acting skills were not in place. At this moment, my hands were soft, and the words I wrote were not very good, and the strokes were almost wrong.

After all, Rong Hong has been in office for many years. If someone else looks at his face now, there is no clue whatsoever. The king's emotions are indescribable and will not let people see through his mood. However, Rong Ting is the only one under his knee. The child, the father and the son have been together for several years. Rong Ting worships and awes him, and wants to learn his way of doing things. Naturally, it is the closest to Rong Hui. The expressions that others cannot see can be seen at a glance.

"This word doesn't seem to be written well."

Rong Hong converged his emotions, never looked at Yu Pei again, put the book back again, and pressed on Yu Pei.

"Well." Rong Ting lowered his head to admit his mistake, put down his writing brush, and hung his hands down. "I played basketball with the children in the community two days ago, and I felt too weak to get up this morning."

Rong Hong glanced at him thoughtfully and comforted: "Since you don't have much energy, don't practice calligraphy today ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~"

"Yep."

Under the eyes of Rong Hong's inspection, Rong Ting felt that he was almost unable to carry it. In fact, this was the first time he had lied to his father, and as soon as he said that, he also held back. Why did he lie?

Just now he was almost unable to stabilize. When the emperor looked at the jade, he almost couldn't help but explain why the jade was there.

Watching Father Huang go to the sofa, Rong Ting lowered his shoulders as if he had collapsed, and breathed a sigh of relief, always feeling cold sweat on his back.

Eating hot pot at home is not complicated. The hot pot bottom materials are all ready. After about half an hour, Song Yuan greeted the father and son to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.

Rong Ting went to the bathroom first, and after Rong Hong took a step, he went into the bathroom, closed the door again, and found the small jewelry box in his pocket. . He wanted to give her the gift in person, but in her personality, she would definitely refuse it, and it would be better to leave it here for her to discover. After doing this, he also felt that giving gifts was just like a thief.

In a steaming hot pot, all three were very happy, at least on the surface.

Rong Hong recalled the situation of eating pots with her in winter when she was in the palace, and her expression was more relaxed and gentle.

As for Rong Ting, his heart is still in the shock of the world view being refreshed and overthrown, but he is still young and his body is the most honest. At this moment, he is hungry and can't think of anything else, and starts to work hard to solve the high piles in the small bowl. Fat cow.

As for Song Yuan, her current mentality is special in the Buddhism. She has always been salty fish. Now she returns to her own place. There are parents supporting her, and her son is there. Eating with Rong Hong will not affect her at all. Her mood.

Originally, Rong Yun also wanted to brush up on her favor and offered to wash the dishes. He knew that she was disgusted with the washing. Now he said he was going to do the dishes, and she should be happy too.

Song Yuan looked at him, silent for a while, and raised his lips with a smile. "No, it seems that you haven't really cooked, don't you know we have a dishwasher here? Especially convenient, free your hands."

Rong Hong was surprised, but still said gently, "That's good, it's really convenient here."

"Yes!" Rong Ting ate with a small belly, and Baozi's face was flushed with red lips. "There is everything in the house. There is a washing machine. Throw dirty clothes in. Wait for time to wash the clothes clean." It ’s almost dry. There is a dishwasher. Put the chopsticks in it and it will wash itself! By the way, Father, do you see that disc? It ’s a sweeping robot. Every day it turns around by itself. Ah, turn around, clean the dust in the corners! We do n’t have to do many things by ourselves! "

Rong Hong: "..."

Why didn't he find his son talk so much before?

Song Yuan watched her cub introduce her home appliances in a flaunting tone. She softened her eyes and thought that her family was the most adorable cub in the world!

Rong Hong was a bit helpless at first, and he glanced at her expression inadvertently, and did not consciously bring a smile in his eyes.

Rong Ting liked the globe sent by Rong Hong very much. He sat on the rug and turned the globe with little paws, exclaiming from time to time, "This world is really big! Come soon after mother, I want to see where are we!"

Song Yuan also squatted aside, looked at him, and finally found the city, and his slender fingers nodded, "We are here."

"Isn't it big here, why is there only a little bit on the globe!" Rong Ting was shocked, "how big should the world be!"

It turned out that the mother-in-law said that the world is very big, and the Dachao Dynasty is not the world.

Rong Ye really wanted to stay here for a little longer, but after the hot pot was eaten and the gifts were given, it seemed inappropriate to stay here again, so he offered to go back first.

Song Yuan stood upright and smiled slightly at him. "Well, pay attention to safety on the road."

Rong Hong picked up the coat hanging aside, with a relaxed attitude and a calm expression, "Well, you too, pay attention to closing the doors and windows. If there is anything, you can call me directly."

After waiting for Rongrong to leave, Song Yuan was going to go to the bathroom to change clothes and take a bath. Although the hot pot is delicious, the hair and clothes will inevitably smell after eating.

When she entered the bathroom and closed the door with her backhand, she tied her hair, and when preparing to brush her teeth, she found that there was a small dark red box in the small grid where the facial cleanser was placed. A pair of shiny diamond studs.

Don't even think about it, you know who put the box here.

Song Yuan sighed and remembered the pink mug he sent in Beijing at that time. At that time, she thought that the mug was rhinestones. Now he can think about setting diamonds on the mug. of.