Chapter 29

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date="2020-12-06"

title="Chapter 29 "

weight="108534"

series = ["My Son is a Transmigrated Prince"]

mode = "manual"

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It's all this point. The office workers have already left work. Today is Friday and Christmas Eve. Most of the young people have gone to the festival, and there are no people on the bus.

As soon as Song Yuan and Rong Heng got into the car, they found a seat and sat down. They sat in the back row, and Song Yuan sat by the window.

Originally Song Yuan thought that Rong Heng would not sit next to her. After all, the two of them are not very familiar, but she didn’t expect her to find a place to sit down. Then he sat next to her. Seeing her look over, he still Smiled slightly: "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Don't mind or mind." Of course she doesn't mind, this bus is not hers.

Song Yuan was also a little embarrassed. After all, Rong Heng gave her two apples. Usually on Christmas Eve, many businesses will give them apples. On Valentine's Day, some people will send roses at the subway station. People will refuse such small gifts, after all, beg for auspiciousness.

It's just that she didn't have an apple to give him, which was more or less embarrassing.

She subconsciously rummaged in her bag and saw only the triangular strawberry milk she brought this morning. The others were her must-have items. They were all grown-ups. It seemed awkward to give him triangular strawberry milk.

Can only give up.

She turned her head and glanced at him, and he was looking out of the car window intently.

Looking at the past from this angle, if she is more affectionate, she thinks he is looking at her.

"What's the matter?" he asked her with a light smile.

Song Yuan shook his head quickly, "Are you a local? It doesn't sound like an accent."

"I'm not a local, just come here to do something." Rong Heng paused, "Come and meet the person I want to meet."

"No wonder, I think you speak a little Beijing accent. Are you from Capital?" Song Yuan smiled. "My grandfather worked in Capital when he was young. I used to go there when I was young, so I am familiar with accent."

Rong Heng seemed to be caught in thinking, "According to the geographical location, I should be considered a capital person."

Still have this statement?

Song Yuan was amused by his serious explanation.

While talking, Song Yuan's mobile phone rang. It was a video call invitation from WeChat. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and looked at it. It was a video invitation from Rong Ting.

Facts have proved that inter-generational relatives are reasonable and real. She bought Rong Ting’s children’s watch phone before. Her father took Rong Ting to go shopping and bought an Ipad for the child. Her father was extraordinarily confident about this. , Saying that his friend’s grandsons are all using tablets, of course his grandson can’t lag behind others.

WeChat was also downloaded on Ipad, and her father helped Rong Ting apply for a WeChat.

Rong Ting knew her lunch break and occasionally video chats with her, which he thought was very strange.

Song Yuan smiled apologetically to Rong Heng and put on the video call again.

When she was about to connect, Rong Heng quietly turned to his side, as if not wanting to interrupt her chat.

With just such a small gesture, Song Yuan felt that this person was too gentle, and he deserved to be a handsome guy who grew up in her aesthetic point.

After the video was turned on, Rong Ting seemed to have taken a shower in the camera, wearing a fluffy little yellow chicken pajamas, lying on the sofa, "Queen, where are you?"

Song Yuan deliberately lowered the volume, "On the bus, I will get home in about half an hour, have you eaten? Has the aunt left?"

"I've eaten." Rong Ting appeared small in the camera, "I saw that it was not early, so I let my aunt go first. Empress, have you eaten? What did you eat?"

Sometimes Rong Ting was awkward and arrogant, but sometimes he looked like a caring little padded jacket, just like now.

"Yes, I want to eat something hot today. I ordered potato powder casserole, which is delicious."

Rong Ting frowned, "Mother..."

He wanted it again. Song Yuan was embarrassed. After all, there was an outsider sitting next to him.

She immediately interrupted him, "Don't talk about this, I have eaten everything, and I am outside right now, the signal is not very good, please go home and talk about it?

Although Rong Ting was dissatisfied, he nodded and agreed, "The queen must be careful when going out, she is slippery today."

"Good good!" After hanging up the video call, Song Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

She now hides outside of Rong Ting's video calls at the company.

It’s not that she is afraid that others will discover that she is a mother. When she recognizes Rong Ting, she is already mentally prepared, but Rong Ting still speaks like the ancients. He has his pride and refuses to be easily in front of others. I "professed myself, and would not call her mother, only willing to call her queen. But if this is heard by outsiders, others will find it very strange.

As soon as she put her phone back in her bag, she heard the man next to her asking her with a smile, "Do you have any children?"

Song Yuan turned her head abruptly, just to meet Rong Heng's clear eyes. She hesitated and nodded, "En."

Rong Heng just smiled and said nothing.

Song Yuan sighed in her heart, and finally met someone who had grown up in her aesthetic point. He was destined to have no fate.

They don't look old, they don't look like they've been married. Although it is quite realistic to say that, she would never consider those who bring children before. Not only she, but her parents would also object. From another perspective, it is understandable that others have lost interest in her because she has children. Well, she should stop talking to herself, this handsome white-haired guy is not interested in her at all...

Song Yuan is very good at self-comforting, and soon she regrouped.

Forget about love or something, this time is forgotten! At the very least, she had to wait until Rong Ting accepted the matter.

When she got off the bus at the station, Rong Heng also got off the bus, she knew he lived nearby.

When I got off the bus, there was a middle-aged man selling roasted sweet potatoes next to the bus stop. The amplifier was showing "Roasted Sweet Potatoes and Sweet Roasted Sweet Potatoes" over and over again. In such cold weather, the business of roasted sweet potatoes is very good. Song Yuan Unwilling to owe others things, he said to Rong Heng, "Well, please wait a minute."

After saying this, she trot to the roasted sweet potato stall and asked the boss to pick a sweet potato that was roasted almost syrupy.

The roasted sweet potatoes are wrapped in a paper bag, and they are still warm, and you can smell the sweet smell.

She smiled and handed him the roasted sweet potato, "Give it to you, thank you for the apple, happy Christmas Eve!"

Rong Heng looked dazed, not knowing what he had remembered, he laughed.

The temperament of this person is really weird. When Song Yuan first saw him, he only felt that his popularity was strong, and he even had an aura of no anger and prestige. After getting along these few times, it seemed that it was just her illusion that day. He clearly Clean and gentle, like the warm sun in winter.

He seemed to be really happy, his lips raised slightly, "Thank you."

"It's nothing." Song Yuan raised his hand and waved at him. Li Guo smiled, "Goodbye, the kids are still waiting for me."

"Well, goodbye."

Song Yuan thought that tomorrow was Christmas and had a holiday. He was in a relaxed and happy mood. He walked with a brisk pace. Even if he didn't know her, he seemed to be able to see her good mood.

Rong Heng watched her leave, then looked down at the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

After she left, he did not dare to disturb the past, nor did he dare to recall. Now that she reappeared in his world, he dared to remember the past a little bit.

That year was also heavy snowfall. He didn’t plan to go out in the palace, but when he saw the palace lady making tea, he remembered that she once said that she likes that kind of poem the most. .

You can drink a cup of nothing if you come to the sky late.

In fact, at that time, he also cared about her because of his friends and the General's Residence behind her. At that time, he had no intention of establishing her as the queen after he became the throne. Her background could not afford such a position. What he considers is, first accept her as a concubine, if General's Residence really helps him, it really has such a big effect, after he becomes the throne, he can make her a concubine to show his favor.

He was out of the palace that day, of course using a friend as an excuse.

He and his friend were in the pavilion, and the friend ordered them to cook wine. The world was white and the pavilion was very warm. It was really pleasant.

only saw her coming from the bridge, wearing a red cloak, and only this little bit of red among the white.

She walked over with a smile and asked the maid behind her to deliver the baked sweet potatoes.

The friend got up and brushed the snow off her cloak, but she was reprimanded but felt sorry, and asked her why she didn't stay in the house in such cold weather, and what to do if she got frostbite.

When she laughed, the corner of her mouth was a shallow pear vortex, "I heard them say that my brother is drinking here in the pavilion, I want to come too, eh, you will really enjoy it, I have forgotten the full version of the poem, brother, just snow It's time to drink, can I have a drink?"

My friend has nothing to do with her, "You are here, can I still drive you away? But I can only have a drink."

She didn't know how to drink, she only took a sip, with a strange and cute expression, and refused to drink anymore.

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Rong Heng raised his head, there were a few more snowflakes floating in the sky, and she could no longer see her back.

Back to the hotel suite, the driver Sun Qiming came.

Sun Qiming stood at the desk with a cautious expression and some respectful tone that he could not detect. "Boss, I have checked the background of those two people that day. The man is the son of the owner of a restaurant chain in this city. I am fifteen years old. I don’t have a job. My private life is messy. I also made some mistakes. They are all guarded by his family. The girl is his girlfriend. In fact, she can’t be regarded as a girlfriend. I can only say that she is a female partner. Her family is ordinary, and her parents are ordinary workers. She and this man met at a dinner. At that time, the man was still her good friend's boyfriend. The two are conflicting now. The man wants to break up, but the woman refuses."

He thought the traffic accident that day was just an episode, but he didn't expect the boss to ask him to check the background of the two people that night.

He doesn't know what the boss is going to do, but those two people should be in trouble.

"Write it down and continue to stare." Rong Heng was reading a book, turning a page with his white, slender, well-knotted hands before he said in a light tone, "It's impossible for people to make mistakes, right?"

Sun Qiming lowered his head and said nothing.

Being silent, I heard the boss say again: "You have been by my side for a few years, and I am very relieved of you."

Sun Qiming raised his head abruptly, not understanding what this meant.

Rong Heng turned the page again, and there was a roasted sweet potato on the table that was inconsistent with other people’s settings. "People make money and die for food. Most people make mistakes for fame or fortune. If people around me do this for these Something made a mistake..." He paused, then raised his head to look at Liu Qiming, with a smile on his face, "Then I will be disappointed."

Sun Qiming didn't know what the boss meant by these words. Was it a beating or a reminder?

Obviously the boss is still the boss, but don't know why, being stared at him like this, listening to such words, this cold day, his back was sweating.

He didn't know why he was like this.

But now just to lend him a few more courage, he dare not do anything to deceive the boss anymore.