My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

After packing, Rong Hong took Rong Ting down the stairs. He didn't get in the car, but just said to the driver Sun Qiming, "You have to send him to my room, I still have something to do."

Sun Qiming looked surprised, but still asked, "Don't I send you?"

Rong Zheng shook his head. "No, I'll take a taxi by myself." He looked at Rong Ting, who was sitting in the back seat, and sighed in his heart. Go to the hospital and give your mother something, and you wo n’t be back late. Will you take a bath yourself? "

This issue is a bit insulting to Rong Ting.

He was six years old immediately, and during this time he had been brushing his teeth, washing his face and bathing.

Father Huang asked this in front of a stranger. Is he really okay?

He straightened his waist, deliberately aggravating his tone, "I will, I always take a bath myself. I also wash my underwear and socks."

If Song Yuan had heard this, he would have praised Rong Ting fiercely, so that he would have more face in front of strangers.

But Rong Hui wasn't Song Yuan. When he heard Rong Ting say that, he just gave a very kind voice. This disappointed Rong Ting.

Rong Yu watched the car leave, and then went to the gate of the community with a paper bag. After leaving the cell, he stood at the intersection, stopped a taxi and took it.

At the same time, Wu Siyu's mental state is still very good. He even has a mind to play a game. The next bed was born today and was discharged to the confinement center in the evening. At this time, there were only two of them in the ward. Is quiet.

Wu Siyu put down his phone, sat up with interest, and asked Song Yuan, "Is that cool man chasing you today?"

Cool man

Rong Hong is indeed very cold. He hardly ever said a word to Wu Siyu from beginning to end. He has always been like this, but his life is also very good. Previously in ancient times, he was a high-ranking emperor. Prince Xie, there is no need to deal with human circumstances.

It's just that the word cool guy makes Song Yuan a bit embarrassed, and it feels like he is back in junior high school. After all, the word is really old.

"No." Song Yuan turned back and waved his hands. "Just a normal friend."

"You may be an ordinary friend to him, but I can see that he wants to chase you. He is very fond of you."

"Really." Song Yuan said in a light tone.

"Yes, I think he looks really handsome. He is very good with you, and he is very attentive. Today he is also running in and out. You do n’t feel anything about him."

feel

This word is also long gone.

When she heard Wu Siyu asking for so long, she remembered the scene when she first met him.

He was wearing a light blue gown with a straight waist and a crown on his face. It is no exaggeration to say that she thinks that it is the old-fashioned male protagonist himself. From crossing to ancient times, and even before returning, in the long years, she was always paralyzing herself, and more than once wanted to integrate into that environment and become an ancient person.

If she was an ancient person, her life was smooth and she could be called a life winner.

When I met the prince in the disguise, he had a sincere relationship with the prince, although there were a lot of lies and deception in the middle of it. Later, after he ascended the throne, he became his rightful wife and queen, and most importantly, he really loved her and spoiled her alone.

But she is a modern person. She knows that there are many truly loving and respectful husbands and wives who have also breathed the air of freedom and lived in an environment where everyone is equal. All those who think they are dreams can never dream Petting, on the contrary, made her breathless and almost choked.

"Things such as feelings depend on fate." Song Yuan smiled lightly.

Wu Siyu heard a word, seemed to remember a certain past, and then looked down at her swollen belly, she also laughed, "Yes, this kind of thing depends on fate, and some people have no fate."

"It's quite a heavy topic, you need to relax now." Song Yuan helped her pull the quilt. "You should rest while you're not in pain, don't worry, I'll stay here tonight . "

Wu Siyu was still a little embarrassed, and of course moved. "Go back to rest. There are nurses and doctors here. My husband estimates that he will return in the morning."

"It's hard to say. I'm afraid you suddenly get pain in the middle of the night. No one around you still can't do it." Song Yuan got up. "Have a rest, wait until you really start pointing. I guess you want to sleep enough. I'll go. Buy some coffee on the first floor. Would you like something to drink? "

Wu Siyu said something like this, but in the case of giving birth to such a big child, if no one was with her, she was also scared, and nodded, "Well, I do n’t drink, I drank a lot of soup today, now Still holding on. "

Song Yuan went out with his mobile phone and wallet. At this point, this floor is still very lively. After all, there are many people who have children every day.

Take the elevator to the first floor. There is a vending machine on the first floor. She had bought it before, and there was that kind of canned coffee. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Meng Jingyan sitting in a daze on the first floor corridor bench.

He was already watching when she was hesitating to say hello.

"Doctor Meng." Song Yuan had no choice but to walk in front of him and asked a good question.

Meng Jingyan has always been polite, and the doctor in her impression is like him. The white coat is very much in line with his temperament. Looking at him now, he was hard to hide and feel uncomfortable, which surprised Song Yuan a little.

"Miss Song, how do you do?" Meng Jingyan rubbed his hands a little helplessly, and smiled again, "If you have time, can you chat with me? I'm really upset."

Song Yuanen made a sound and sat down beside him.

Her grandpa was very easy to get along with when he was young, but when he was old, he was a little bit embarrassed. He usually went to the doctor. He would have trouble with him. This time is different. In front of them, Dr. Kuang Meng is a good doctor, and it can be seen that Dr. Meng is really nice. He had been doing his best to heal her grandpa, and she was very grateful to him from the bottom of her heart.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked softly.

Meng Jingyan scratched his hair weakly. "Some time ago, a patient was hospitalized. The condition was very bad. He went to several hospitals and was introduced to us. He was examined. The results were not ideal. He didn't know where he heard that he would get better if he bought an imported medicine and injected it. He also asked me and begged us to arrange a nurse injection for him. I rejected him at the time and told him In order to prescribe the right medicine, conditions like his cannot be treated casually. "

He smiled bitterly. "It seems that I didn't tell him too clearly and in detail, and it seems that his survival is too strong. He asked his family to buy medicine secretly, and asked someone to give him an injection outside."

Song Yuan froze.

"Just after I met you in the evening, he was sent to the intensive care unit. Just now" Meng Jingyan was uncomfortable. "His family was planning to arrange a funeral, I was thinking, if I was more patient, if I could convince him Family, if I take this matter more seriously, wouldn't it be so? "

At the same time, Rong Hong came down at the hospital door.

He was carrying a paper bag, and he was undecided. He wanted to be alone with her, and he was naturally reluctant to let go of opportunities like this.

If Rong Ting was still waiting for him in the hotel room, he would also like to spend time with her in this hospital. Maybe he could also take her back to remember what happened when she was pregnant. Maybe he could still take advantage of this opportunity Let me tell her all the things that happened in Rong Ting's five years. She is definitely willing to listen to this topic.

Thinking of this, he could not help but speed up and walked to the inpatient department.

The hospital at night is far less lively than during the day, but on the contrary it seems very empty and quiet.

He thought that she might be touched when she saw him sending these daily necessities.

Rong Hong had never been so meticulous to this extent, thinking of her waiting for a reaction, she even started to smile.

At the entrance of the downstairs hall of the inpatient department, he went in and walked into the hall. When he was only a few steps away from the elevator, he inadvertently glanced at the two people sitting on the corridor bench.

The man in a white coat was looking down and couldn't see his expression clearly.

The woman sat next to him, listening to him seriously, and looked up at him with a worried look.

The two were wearing white coats and one in a light-colored coat, and looked perfectly matched under the light.

This made Rong Hong easily remember those things of the past. Today, Meng Qinglian ’s unspoken affection for Song Yuan and Song Yuan ’s unconditional trust in Meng Qingyun are still one of Rong Hong ’s hearts. Root spines. He knew that she had only brother and sister affection for Meng Qingzhang. When he had quarrels with her in the past, he couldn't help but say something, but he was still shivering, he was really afraid, because she was afraid of knowing Meng After Qingying's feelings, there will be a shake in the heart.

He admired Meng Qingzhang and trusted him very much in government affairs and military affairs. Meng Qingzhang was upright, open-minded and courageous. He is indeed a rare good man. Apart from his background, he has to admit that In terms of aspect, Meng Qingzhang is not inferior to him. Meng Qinglian was not lost to him, but to that layer of sibling relationship. If Meng Qinglian found his feelings one step faster than him, would he still have a chance? If the general's wife did not recognize her as Adopt a daughter, will he still have a chance?

Thinking about the past, look at the scene in front of you. Rong Hong's hand holding the paper bag was clenched, his muscles were violent, but his expression was still calm.