MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 25 0

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I don't know if it's Song Yuan's illusion. She always felt that the handsome white-haired man appeared, and the woman who was also a shrewd woman scolding the street was quiet for a moment.

Song Yuan knew that it was the morning rush hour to work, and she really didn't want to delay others to work because of the accident.

"Thank you." Song Yuan put the mobile phone back in his bag, watching the car on the road as slow as a snail, and felt very sorry in his heart, but did not forget to thank the handsome white-haired guy. That chaotic scene, maybe she would be hit by that woman.

Rong Hong looked at Song Yuan and said softly: "No need to thank me, I can't get used to this kind of thing."

Hearing Rong Hong's words made people with different expressions.

Rong Hong's driver followed, and when he heard him speak, he was shocked, like a ghost.

The woman was also very surprised. She was sure that she had read it right. She thought that the two were a couple. Are they strangers for a long time? No, since it is a stranger, why did this man just look at her with a gaze that can't wait to kill her? ? ?

"I'm so sorry."

Song Yuan's cheeks were not so thick. When she saw the drivers passing by, they all rolled down the windows, and they looked very irritable. She understood them very well.

Once when she drove to work, she also encountered a rear-end accident. She was blocked for more than ten minutes, and was almost late. She felt that she was usually a good temper, and she was very irritable that day.

"I'm sorry," Song Yuan apologized to the passing drivers.

It is the other person's fault for others to have no qualities, although she is not responsible for this matter, but she is also a party to this accident.

Rong Hong looked at her to apologize to others, lowered her eyelids, disguised her true emotions, and regained her gentleness when she looked back at Song Yuan. "This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize."

Song Yuan froze and smiled indifferently. "Now my car is blocking the road."

She raised her hands and pinched her hair behind her ears. The winter morning temperature was still very low. She wore a white duck down jacket with fair skin.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Rong Hong looked at her, his hands in his coat pockets. In fact, his hands were shaking when he talked to her, but his appearance was still very gentle and calm.

"Ah, it's not needed." Song Yuan waved his hand. "The traffic police is coming soon. You should also go to work, right?"

Rong Yunen said aloud.

"Then I leave first."

Song Yuan waved at him with a frown, "Goodbye, thank you today."

Rong Hong saw her smile for a moment.

When I turned around, I changed my face for a second, and swept across the gentle and elegant Song Yuan, with no expression on my face, serious and indifferent, which caused a lot of pressure.

The driver followed him and helped him open the back seat door.

The driver is now sweating for himself, waiting to sit in the driver's seat to fasten his seat belt, ready to go, only to hear his boss sitting in the back seat said coldly: "I don't want family members to know what happened today. "

!! !! !!

The driver wanted to cry without tears. To be honest, he didn't expect that the boss wouldn't lose his voice at all. He would speak clearly! Why pretend to be dumb!

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, and he didn't want to know the boss's secret.

He knows the depth of the giants. The Xie family has one or two places in Beijing. It is not an exaggeration to say that the boss is a prince.

The driver did not dare to think deeply and nodded.

He knew what the boss was referring to, and after thinking about it, it seemed that the boss would still be dumb for a while. If other people in Xie's family knew that the boss hadn't lost his voice, then the boss would doubt his head. If you work part-time, you will quit your job, but he has been with Xie for a few years. He knows that it is too easy and easy for the second generation of these giants to die alone. It ’s good for the boss to pay a high salary, but he did n’t expect the risks. The coefficient would be so high.

"Not what you did, not what you said, and I won't count on you."

Hearing the boss say such a sentence again, the driver was even more afraid to take it lightly, he did not expect that the boss actually knew what he was thinking.

The driver is also whispering, he thinks the boss is completely different from before. If it is not the same face, he thinks that they are two completely different people. The boss was very gentle before, and he was very good to them. The general rich second generation is completely different. If you think about it, whoever has experienced such a life escape will change his temperament.

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As winter came, Rong Ting said that he should not physically change his costume and put on the down jacket and jeans bought by Song Yuan, but he still refused to cut his hair, and Song Yuan didn't want to force it. He, anyway, is a few months before going to school.

Originally, Song Yuan wanted to tell Rong Ting about today's traffic accident, but he swallowed it back to his mouth.

Cuckoo hasn't adapted to the fact that his parents have been "divorced", and she has been preoccupied with other men too often, even strangers.

"Christmas will be here soon. Anyway, it's okay now, let's go out and buy something to decorate our home." Song Yuan offered to take the initiative. "It happened to be Saturday, and grandparents will come over, and then I also want to invite my good friend, our family It's kind of a Christmas atmosphere, isn't it? "

Rong Ting naturally has no opinion.

Mother and son went out happily after dinner.

Song Yuan was not very interested in this kind of festival. From the perspective of solo mother, solo is nothing other than New Year, but she saw that several owners in the group of owners are buying Christmas trees in groups. An unforgettable memory for the child. One of the mothers said that the festival is now for children! Otherwise who wants to waste your mind and money?

Song Yuan thinks it makes sense.

Rong Ting has never had Christmas. The day before yesterday, he was curious to see his neighbors decorating the Christmas tree.

She didn't want to coo to envy others.

The two went to a supermarket near their home. The supermarket daily necessities area has been selling Christmas costumes for a long time. Song Yuan asked Rong Ting to pick a Christmas tree and bought a Christmas hat. Rong Ting was very excited, although he hadn't figured out what Christmas is. Christmas tree is what tree, but this did not affect his interest.

Looking at Rong Ting's happy appearance, Song Yuan thought about it, pretending to say inadvertently: "Coo, do you know Santa? What gifts do you want, Santa will help you achieve them. As soon as you wake up, you will receive It's the gift you want. "

Rong Ting frowned at Song Yuan. "How can my mother listen to such rumors. There is no such thing in the world."

Song Yuan Buddha.

She just wanted to give a surprise to Cuckoo, and while there was still some time before Christmas, she first figured out what he wanted, and then she bought it secretly. When he fell asleep on Christmas day, she put the gift in him. By the bed, he would be very happy to wake up the next day.

"Well, let's just chat, don't be so serious. I think other kids want gifts. What about you?"

"Chu Jun must not reveal his preferences."

"... You also said it was external, am I an outsider?"

Rong Ting sighed, "You don't have to spend money on your mother."

Song Yuan didn't expect it to be so difficult to give a gift out. "I said it was Santa Claus giving you a gift. Why did I spend it?"

"There is no Santa Claus in the world." Rong Ting in turn educated Song Yuan very seriously. "If there is Santa Claus, can he be busy? There are so many people who want gifts and surprises. Instead of pinning their hopes on others, It ’s better to fulfill the wish on your own. If the lonely receives the gift, then this Santa is also the mother-in-law, or the grandfather. ”

Song Yuan stared at Rong Ting.

He wore a woolen hat, a black down jacket, a pair of velvet dark jeans, and a pair of snow boots under his feet. I don't know if it was her illusion. She always thought that he looked better in period clothes.

"Then I really want to be your Santa Claus." Song Yuan sighed. "Other kids have gifts, and I want to surprise you."

Rong Ting looked at her, and finally shook his head. "Everything you want is already there."

"Where's the mother-in-law?" Rong Ting asked her again. "What gift does the mother-in-law want?"

"Why, do you want to buy a gift for me?" Song Yuan laughed at him again. "I'm twenty-two this year, oh no, maybe it's more than that, anyway, I'm not a kid anymore and don't need any gifts Now. "

"Lone wants Santa to be a mother."

The five- or six-year-old boy uttered this sentence seriously, Song Yuan looked at him softly, and his heart was very warm.

She reached out her hand and squeezed Rong Ting's face gently. "You are so talkative, because your mother is no longer worried that you will not find a girlfriend in the future."

At first, Rong Ting was still embarrassed to hear such words from Song Yuan. Now he is automatically immune. "Don't worry about your mother and mother. You can watch TV with your grandfather alone. There is a saying in it that the emperor's daughter is not worried about marrying. I don't know how many family women want to enter the East Palace. "

He paused. "But the crown prince is still to be decided by the father and queen."

Song Yuan really followed his words and touched his chin very seriously and asked, "What do you like?"

"Marry a wife and marry a wise man."

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter, do you still want to hear what you mean?"

She didn't care about the ancient things, but in modern times, the thought should be changed, otherwise, isn't this just watching a good child move in the direction of scum?

Rong Ting found that the mother-in-law did not seem to be generally sensitive to Nayue.

Attention, he really shouldn't talk about it with his mother.

"After my mother, I was a little dizzy." Rong Ting pressed his forehead as if to pretend.

Song Yuan's attention was really diverted, and he quickly put down the potato chips in his hand, and put his hand on his forehead. "Dizziness? No fever, you didn't catch a cold. Isn't the air flowing here? Today people are still very special. Many, walk around, let's go back first, it's really a little stuffy here. "

Rong Ting quietly relieved in his heart.

He was only five or six years old, and it was a bit far from talking about these matters ...

The mother and son walked out of the supermarket. Although it was cold outside, the air circulated more than in the supermarket. They were more comfortable in the cold wind.

Song Yuan held a supermarket shopping bag in one hand and Rong Ting in one hand, and the two walked towards the neighborhood.

There was a black car parked on the street outside the neighborhood, and Rong Hong was sitting in the back seat looking out the window.

The driver didn't dare to speak, he could feel vaguely that the boss was not here to relax, he should, it seems, looks like he is after a girl ... you are a genius, remember for a second: NBA Fiction Net, URL www.novelbuddy.com