Chapter 54:

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date="2020-12-06"

title="Chapter 54: "

weight="108559"

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

mode = "manual"

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When Song Yuan woke up, his whole body was almost collapsed.

In the few dreams she had before, the emperor was ruthless, but this time it was different. It seemed to gradually overlap with Rong Heng's image.

Obviously what he said was right, but why in the dream, even after waking up from the dream, she felt an unspeakable sense of powerlessness?

This dream made Song Yuan more stunned than the previous dreams. She had been in bed for a long time before she managed to calm her mind.

She could feel that the emperor in the dream did not lie, so why is she so uncomfortable?

No matter how many dreams she dreams, as long as she does not remember the bits and pieces in ancient times, then she is like a bystander outsider, always separated by a layer of yarn, even with the dull mood for only half an hour It gradually disappeared.

"I'm dreaming again."

Song Yuan sat at the dinner table and said to Rong Ting who was seriously eating poached eggs.

For her, Rong Ting is both a son and a friend, and she can talk to her.

"What dream?" Rong Ting asked after eating the egg in his mouth.

Song Yuan told Rong Ting the dream, including the emperor's words.

"Emperor father would actually draw eyebrows for the queen mother."

"Why should you pay attention to such trivial things."

"I don't think it's a trivial matter." Rong Ting squeezed ketchup on the slices of bread without raising his head. "It's not surprising that the emperor would say that."

"But I feel bad in my heart, so I feel bored."

"The queen doesn't have to force herself to remember those things. When you come back, it doesn't matter if you forget those things."

Song Yuan grabbed the tomato sauce in his hand, "You are not too sour, eat less, and, have you forgotten about the first time we met, because I don't remember you anymore, you made a big deal? His temper, his eyes are red."

Rong Ting's face was uncomfortable, "That was then, and now is now."

After talking with Rong Ting, Song Yuan also felt that she hadn't recovered her memory, thinking about the past part of her dream, this is self-torture, she has never been the kind of person who embarrassed herself.

Of course, there was something that caused her even more headaches.

After Chen Linjing reunited with college classmates, under the bridge of her old classmates, she got an interview opportunity in a famous elite kindergarten nearby!

Song Yuan also learned that a good kindergarten also requires appointments, lotteries, and even parents and children have to go through layers of interviews...

Originally, Rong Ting was just a transition in kindergarten. It took him more than two months to reach the age of six. If he wants to go to elementary school, he will have to wait until September 1st. Then this half of the year will be spent in the big kindergarten class. the best.

Song Yuan has been deeply influenced by her mother group recently. He thinks that if there is a chance for an interview, he should give it a try. Maybe he will be in the interview.

There are many mothers in this community. Song Yuan has learned from several mothers, and they all have interviews in kindergartens. They said that some kindergartens require children to know how many words and talents they have, depending on their parents' education.

Song Yuan was stunned, she didn't know that the requirements of being a parent were so high now.

She only knows that kindergarten tuition is high, but she doesn't know that the threshold of a good kindergarten is still high.

It’s only ten days before the interview. Song Yuan, like any other exam in the past, chose to squeeze her shoulders. She had to return all her English to her teacher, and she had to pick up the course again. It was a bit old. The posture during the college entrance examination.

Don't ask Song Yuan how he feels, asking is a headache, very headache.

She had chased up a lot of rebirth learning bully before, and was still thinking that if she could return to childhood, she would definitely become a bully.

Think now...

If you don’t use it for too long, your brain will be dull, just as if you don’t write with a pen for too long after graduation, your handwriting will be much uglier. If she is reborn back to school days, maybe her grades will be worse than before.

When Rong Heng came over, he saw Song Yuan piercing the ball head, carrying English words on his face.

This reminded him of her under the high-pressure training of the general's wife.

The expression is exactly the same.

Song Yuan greeted him in a vain tone, "Hi."

Rong Heng was curious: "What are you doing?"

"Recite the vocabulary, I heard from the mother upstairs that most of the interviews for parents of bilingual kindergartens are in English. It's too difficult."

Song Yuan didn't know what was going on with others, anyway, she rarely used English after graduation, and all the suppliers she dealt with when she was in the company of her uncle used Chinese. She knows words, but her spoken English is not that standard, and coupled with the uselessness for a long time, it is really strange.

When Rong Ting came out of the room, he was not surprised to see Rong Heng. As he said, the time of surprise had passed.

He walked up to Rong Heng honestly and looked at the warning in his eyes from his mother. At any rate, he didn't salute, but he still whispered to his father.

Rong Heng looked at Rong Ting with a dazed expression, but quickly reacted, smiling warmly, "Just call me uncle."

Rong Ting stared at him, and did not call his father or uncle again.

"He's not used to it yet." Song Yuan came over to relieve the siege. Today Rong Heng said that he wanted to come and see Rong Ting, so she let him come.

"It's okay." Rong Heng tried to reach out to touch Rong Ting, but the latter stepped back subconsciously and straightened his body.

Rong Heng's hand stayed in the air, really embarrassed.

It’s not that Rong Ting didn’t want to get close to his father, but in ancient times he was not very close to his father. He has become accustomed to that way of getting along with him. Now that his father acts like another person, it will only make him more confused. Father The emperor shouldn't be like this, the father is too strange.

This... Song Yuan would not be able to clear the siege.

She didn't even see it.

"Would you like something to drink?" Song Yuan regarded Rong Heng purely as a guest, and he was indeed a guest. "There are juice and tea at home, what do you want to drink?"

Rong Heng smiled and shook his head, "No, I'm not thirsty. Aren't uncles and aunts at home?"

"My mom is going out to have something, my dad is going to buy vegetables." Song Yuan had a headache when he saw the gift box he put on the floor when he came in. "Actually, you don't need to buy anything. My parents will misunderstand you like this."

"What's the misunderstanding?"

Song Yuan is not easy to say, he is an ancient person, naturally he did not know that these things he bought were out of fashion. He bought wine and tea for her father, and it seemed like silk scarves and jewelry for her mother... It's misleading. People who don't know thought it was her boyfriend's first visit.

"Anyway, you should take it away later. You don't have to be so polite. If you feel embarrassed next time, you can buy fruit."

As soon as the words were spoken, Song Yuan was also stunned. Is she asking for fruit?

"Well, what kind of fruit do you like to eat?"

"... gǔ gǔ likes to eat strawberries! He seems to be a little iron deficient and can eat cherries."

"Okay, I remember, how about you?"

"Don't worry about me, my father will buy me the fruits I like."

She said this very bluntly. Even if he sells fruit, it is also bought for his son, and it has nothing to do with her.

Rong Heng had nothing to say.

He suddenly discovered that she had really let him go in the previous quarrel.

While he was talking, Song Haiping came back. Although he had known from his daughter that Rong Heng would come, Song Haiping was still not happy to see him in this house.

Song Haiping still thought that his daughter was at home with his grandson, put down the food he bought, and said to Rong Heng, "Your car is stuck in the road. Go, follow me to move the car."

Rong Heng didn't know how to drive at all. It was the driver who sent him here. His eyes darkened, knowing that Song Haiping had something to say to him.

He couldn't refuse, so he had to calmly follow Song Haiping out of the house.

As soon as the door closed, Song Haiping didn’t bother to pretend. He walked into the elevator, pressing the door close button irritably, and said, “Let’s open the skylight and talk brightly. What do you mean, don’t tell me what you have or not. Yes, I am not Yuanyuan."

Rong Heng's eyelids are drooping: "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Are you trying to chase my homeland, right?" Song Haiping sneered, "You rested your mind as soon as possible. I don't care if you have children or not, then now it's the road to go to the sky."

Rong Heng sighed, "Uncle, you seem to have a deep misunderstanding of me. I don't know what I did wrong?"

"No misunderstanding. I just want my daughter to be safe. If you are alone in Xie’s family and enjoy your blessings, we people will not be poor relatives." Song Haiping said ruthlessly, "My daughter is innocent, but I told you Her mother is not a fool. You can show up at any time, but anyone with a conscience knows not to hurt his wife and children. It's better for you to post it every day, for fear that others won't know you are related to us, right?"

"It turns out that Uncle was worried about me." Rong Heng was clear.

Song Haiping smiled, "I'm worried about you? I want you to hurry up..." Just die.

But thinking about him as Rong Ting's father, don't curse him, even though he thinks so.

"Uncle, don't worry. I won't do things that are uncertain. If I am sure there is danger, I will not come to them. Uncle, you also said that I can't hurt my wife and children. They are in danger."

Song Haiping felt that this was wrong, "The child is just a child. What kind of wife? Who is your wife? You really will put gold on your face."

"My wife and children are what you said, not me."

Song Haiping's teeth are itchy, and his fists are also itchy.

Just when Song Haiping was about to scold someone, he only heard the shameless person next to him say in a flat tone: "You really don't need to worry. If there are two Xie Heng who are exactly the same, then someone will wonder which one is the real one. If it is false, there is only one Xie Heng, no one will doubt it."

What to do with this!

Just as Song Haiping was impatient to speak, he was shocked. He looked at Rong Heng, his palms began to sweat unknowingly, and when he reacted, he was thinking, what does this stinky shameless fake mean? Could it be that the real Prince Xie died silently?

Rong Heng watched Song Haiping fall into deep thought, and then slowly said, "Anyway, you don't have to worry. I won't do things that are uncertain."