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Chapter 4
Although the company was run by her uncle, Song Yuan did not dare to implement the characteristics of airborne troops. Except for the unnecessary sick leave that week, she never dared to absent from work. She was late. Song Yuan got up from the bedroom and found Rong. Ting was sitting upright on the sofa, staring at the turned off TV, as if wondering what this thing was.
"There is nothing else in the refrigerator. I ordered a breakfast takeaway." Song Yuan said while combing her hair, "I will order takeaway for you at noon—"
"Eh, forget it!" Song Yuan felt that it would be too irresponsible to leave the child at home, so he filled up the various news about "children playing and falling from the building", "strangers come to abduct the child", and then he confessed his fate and hung his head. Sighed, "I still ask for leave today. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday."
Song Yuan was really worried about leaving Rong Ting personally at home.
This is not her child, but of course she has to temporarily assume the responsibility of "guardian" in her home.
Speaking of hatred, Song Yuan goes to work purely to pass the time. Song's father wants her to inherit the supermarket, and Song's mother wants her to manage the clothing company, but both of them have a common feature, that is, special and special. Strong.
Song Yuan didn’t want to be a beautiful girl who inherited the family business. It’s just that her parents didn’t mean to retire at all. She could imagine that if she really went somewhere, she would definitely suffer from the "accusations" and this. Endless control of the side. For the sake of world peace and good parent-child relationship, at least now she can't inherit a big supermarket or a clothing company. After discussing with her uncle, she decided to come to work with him. In this way, neither father nor mother would say anything.
She is just running errands in the company, responsible for simple case work. She is a brick, where to move where needed, and at the same time it is easy to be dispensable in the whole team.
She doesn't ask for leave often, so this time the head of the department also readily approved the leave.
Now that you have asked for leave, you don't need to be too rushed. Aimiru Song Yuan put on a very detailed makeup.
Rong Ting sighed and shook his head in his heart. He really didn't understand women's thoughts. Here, the queen mother did not have the maid to take care of her, so she had to come in person even for things like putting on makeup. She would rather suffer here and be embarrassed and leave her father. For what.
The doorbell rang, Song Yuan cheered, and quickly opened the door to welcome the handsome takeaway boy.
The takeaway boy is a young big boy. He smiled brightly when he saw Song Yuan, "Hello, your takeaway is here."
Song Yuan took the takeaway and said thank you as usual.
The takeaway brother said: "Trouble, five-star praise."
"Yep!"
Song Yuan closed the door and greeted Rong Ting to come for breakfast.
"I don't know what you like to eat. Anyway, I ordered preserved egg and lean meat porridge and soy milk Xiaolongbao." Song Yuan took out a secondary spoon from the takeout bag and handed it to Rong Ting. Point. After breakfast, I will take you out and go to the police station to see if there is any news."
Now the delivery time for take-out is at least 30 minutes. Rong Ting looked at the poorly presented porridge and steamed buns, and he was shocked, "You should eat such lowly food for the lone!"
Rong Ting was born as His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince.
The cost of eating and wearing is all fine, that is, breakfast is all kinds, lest he be treated badly.
The weird thing last night was made by the queen’s mother herself. It’s different. But what’s the matter with this breakfast today? Is this lowly food used by the mother?
Song Yuan:...Can your family be like this?
If the other party is an adult, she must be too lazy to care about whether to eat or not to eat, but the other party is a child, there is no need to do this, "the food is not high or low, and the taste is really good. Would you like to try it first?"
Rong Ting frowned, he was too lazy to look at him, "I can't eat lonely even if I starve to death."
Song Yuan: ...the little brother is quite spine.
If you don't eat it, don't eat it.
Children can't get used to it!
She used to eat in the restaurant, and saw some parents chasing their children to feed.
I eat when I am hungry, and it’s okay not to eat.
Song Yuan said graciously, "Well then, I will eat it myself."
Have a good breakfast, and don’t treat yourself wrong. She usually likes to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I heard that the soy milk in this shop is also freshly squeezed. The taste of beans is very strong. She likes it very much. She is used to having a breakfast. Soy milk, but yesterday there was too much and it was too sudden, she forgot to soak soy, so today she can only order takeaway soy milk to drink.
Rong Ting sat aside, he carefully looked at Song Yuan's expression.
Is the queen mother angry?
But he really didn't know how to eat these things before, and the Imperial Kitchen didn't dare to neglect him in this way.
The mother's life is so embarrassing now. As the son of the mother's queen, is he going to make her sad at this moment?
In other words, as the mother of the country, the mother can also eat these foods. Why can't he?
"Are you angry with loneliness?" Rong Ting asked with a sullen face.
Song Yuan was taken aback, shook his head, "No."
"You have." Rong Ting reluctantly picked up the spoon, "No matter, Gu doesn't want to care about you."
After saying this, he began to frown and ate the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him with a look of death.
Song Yuan chuckled, this kid is really awkward, but it's also quite cute.
She then thought, it might be that this kid's family is really very rich, and if he is rich, he doesn't eat these for breakfast? Seeing the child's temperament, the more think about it, the more think this is a possibility.
However, if Rong Ting is really a child of a wealthy family, and he has been lost for so long, how could it be possible that the parents have not come to the door?
Even if the ancient condiments are not as modern as the modern ones, the ones from the imperial dining room are all carefully cooked. Really need to be true. The bowl of porridge in front of Rong Ting does not know how much MSG condiments is added. For him, it’s really impossible Entrance.
But Rong Ting is not intolerable. For him, sitting up with his mother and having breakfast like this is a wish he had at a very young age. As for what he eats, it doesn't matter.
After eating breakfast, Song Yuan took the car key to take Rong Ting out.
Yesterday, thinking that the police station was close, she didn't drive, so that Rong Ting, who was very curious after a brief startled by the car on the road yesterday, felt a little restless sitting in the back seat.
"Queen, what is this?" Rong Ting didn't want to show his timidity behind his mother, but he remembered what the old palace lady said. She said that he was the queen's favorite.
The queen mother would not laugh at him.
Song Yuan did not expect that Rong Ting would ask this question, and again denied her speculation that he was the second and third rich generation.
However, from last night until now, Rong Ting's various performances are very surprising.
Even if the family is a fan of ancient times, it can't be completely out of touch with modern society. Even children in remote mountainous areas know that this is a car.
Rong Ting was not like a child in a remote mountainous area. On the contrary, the aura on his body could not be cultivated by ordinary people.
His dressing, his conversational temperament, and his lack of understanding and unfamiliarity with modern society made him think of a word when he was soaked in romance novels and unable to extricate himself from Song Yuan during his college years: the past wears today!
With this most unlikely possibility, everything can be explained clearly.
Song Yuan parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head, and stared at Rong Ting.
Rong Ting thought that Song Yuan was disgusting his ignorance. Even if he was very angry, his white face was flushed at the moment, his chest was rising and falling, and at last he just said coldly: "You don't want to be lonely. I will not force it."
When he was not angry, he called his mother.
When he is angry, he doesn't shout.
This title was clearly arranged by him.
There are a few books in his palace, and the old lady said that they were made by the queen for him. Those books have childish and ridiculous pictures without aesthetic feeling, but they are very warm.
The book is said to be a story made up by the mother's queen, and the old court lady said that the mother's queen called it a fairy tale before going to bed.
Before he learned to read, he always let the old palace lady read it to him. After he learned to read, he read it by himself. He remembered all the stories clearly, and the book was worn out by him. Once the little eunuch didn't Sprinkle water carefully on it. He was thunderous. In the dead of night, he lay on the big bed, holding the books, thinking, if the mother and queen were there, he wouldn’t treat these books as treasures for people to watch. A joke.
There are actually many things left to him by the queen.
Whenever he questioned whether his mother did not love him, he would become firm when he saw these things.
If a woman doesn't love children, how can she make so many gadgets for him.
Is this the person in front of the mother who remembers and imagines loving him like life?
If so, why doesn't she love him anymore?
If not, why does he miss the breath on her so much?
Song Yuan didn't expect that the child would be so sensitive, moody and uncertain. She didn't say anything, and he suddenly became angry.
But adults shouldn't care about children easily.
She has more important questions to ask him.
"Guck, I ask you. When were you born?"
Rong Ting looked a little slow, "What are you asking this for?"
Anyway, I didn't say the words "You even forgot the birthday of your own son".
Song Yuan knew that this kid was not easy to fool, "I'm just curious and caring about you."
"Do you really care?" Rong Ting asked her.
Song Yuan nodded like pounding garlic.
Once accepted the assumption that he is an ancient person, it seems that everything is not so weird, including his arrogant maturity.
Rong Ting's small body sits in the back seat. Whether he is sitting or standing, his back is always straight.
He finally said his birthday, which was very complicated and incomprehensible.
Song Yuan was almost certain that he had come through.
"In your era, there is an emperor, isn't it?"
"The mother and queen don't have to be like this. That is the lone father and your husband."
Song Yuan: "..."