MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 88 088

Song Yuan has a lot of friends, and only three can be called girlfriends iron porcelain.

This is the friendship from kindergarten to the present. In addition to Xie Ya, there are Zhang Man and Tang Shi. After graduating from Zhang Man, he settled in Hong Kong City. After studying in Australia, I will return once a year.

The four of them negotiated. Finally, she drove to the neighbouring city as a driver. The Tang poet was very close to her house. She first went to pick up Tang poetry.

Tang Shi has kept short hair since her junior high school. Her personality is straightforward. Others say that if she does n’t know her gender, she will think she is a handsome guy.

Song Yuan parked his car at the door of Tang Shijia Community. Tang Poems came out of it shortly, and Song Yuan's eyes were straight.

Tang Poem rushed over in three steps and two steps, picked up Song Yuan and turned around, and the two girls smiled happily in this winter day.

"Oh my god, how do you feel more handsome than last year!" Song Yuan was still amazed after he got on the bus. "I don't know you anymore."

Tang Shi had a neutral appearance, but now he is very handsome wearing black down jacket and short hair.

Of course, Tang Shi likes to wear men's clothes, just as some men like to wear women's clothes. Tang Shi has a boyfriend who has talked for several years, and this is about to get engaged.

Tang Shi sat in the front passenger seat and smiled, "Illusion, illusion, you haven't seen me for a long time. But then again, sister, it really isn't business talk, do you fall in love, I think there is something out of you. Breath of a woman. "

Song Yuan's face was ruthless. "You said directly that I was old, and I would be easier to accept."

She is indeed old. The age on the ID card is twenty-three. Actually ...

But the problem is not big! She felt that after this period of medical treatment, her skin condition was still very good and she had no psychological burden to pretend to be tender.

"I'm not saying that you are old, I think you are different from before. Anyway, you are mature."

After all, she has been a good friend for many years, and she can see at a glance what has changed in Song Yuan.

Song Yuan could only feel silently in her heart that Tang Shi's vision was still so spicy, she could see through the essence at first glance, yeah, could she be immature? I spent a few years in ancient times and gave birth to a child ...

The two talked and were ready to leave. Before Song Yuan started the car, he put his mobile phone in his coat pocket and suddenly felt something touched. She took it out and looked a little surprised. It was actually a black card.

If you think about it, you know that it is Rong Hong's card. When did he put it in?

At this moment, obviously it wasn't the time to think about it. Song Yuan saw Tang Shi playing her mobile phone and replying to the message. She didn't notice her, so she quickly put the card back in.

If Tang Shi sees it, the next gathering of girlfriends will surely become a forced questioning meeting, and they will try to find a way out of her mouth.

After the four people have converged, they are ready to go to the neighboring city. They are all in the same province, and they are not far away. For the high-speed journey, it is also within 100 kilometers, which can be reached by car soon.

Xie Ya booked a villa with hot springs. The rooms are adequate and the environment is good.

The four of them haven't got together for a long time. They played games, sang and drank in the villa, and chatted. The time passed quickly. Song Yuan left almost all the worries aside and thought nothing, as if returning to the students. Times, the mood is unexpectedly relaxed.

Unlike Song Yuan ’s Le Bu Si Shu, the father and son had a very quiet day, soaked in the book bar for a day, and finally waited until the afternoon when Rong Yu was relieved, living and living in the palace's Rong Ting There are people to take care of him. He hardly ever stays with him all day like this today. He still has to worry about many things such as eating, sleeping, reading, etc.

The dinner was settled in the hotel restaurant where Rong Hong stayed. Both father and son were not used to Western food. Fortunately, this point of the hotel restaurant is self-service. The dishes are rich. Rong Ting likes this way. He can eat a lot of him. The food I like to eat, even after my meal, I can go and have a small ice cream cake without taking notice of my father.

Without Song Yuan, the father and son began to eat and talk in ancient times.

When walking out of the restaurant and going upstairs to the room, Rong Hong raised his hand and glanced at his watch, pretending to say inadvertently, "Your mother should have gone to her place."

"Well." Rong Ting casually returned to him. "The mother said that she was driving fast, and I guess they would arrive at noon."

It's evening now.

"Really? I don't know if your mother has dinner."

"It's more than six o'clock now, and even if you don't eat it, you are definitely going to eat it."

After returning to the room, Rong Hong closed the door and said, "Would you like to make a video call with her?"

Rong Ting took off his schoolbag, took out the tablet from his small schoolbag, heard a glance at his father and shook his head, "No, my mother will be back tomorrow evening."

He is not such a sticky child. He just had to call the daytime after leaving his mother-in-law, and he had his own business to do. What's more, the mother-in-law went out to play with her friends, so he should not call her to disturb her. He hoped that the mother-in-law would have fun.

Rong Hui didn't expect him to answer this, and he was silent for a while, but he didn't say anything anymore, he went back to the desk to read a book in silence.

Rong Ting still sees the abnormality of his father and emperor.

He hesitated for a moment, holding his small tablet and leaning out his head to look at the side of the desk, summoned the courage and asked: "Father, do you miss your mother?"

Rong Hong looked up at him, looking calm, and ripped the corner of his mouth, "If I said yes, would you like to make a video call to her?"

Rong Ting thought about it, and still shook his head very honestly, "No, I feel that I do my own thing. I haven't really thought about the mother, but I can bear it. If the father and the mother want the mother, you can call her. . You have a cell phone too. "

"okay, I got it."

Rong Ting didn't even care about it. He didn't figure out what happened between the Emperor Father and the Queen Mother. It was really difficult to intervene. After saying this, he returned to the sofa, opened the tablet, and concentrated on watching his favorite documentary and animal world.

Rong Hong stared at the mobile phone on the table. The screen was bright and black, and black and bright. After sitting there for nearly half an hour, he picked up the mobile phone and stood up, and said to Rong Ting before going out: Just go out and don't go anywhere in the room. You can call Sun Qiming for anything. "

"Oh." Rong Ting looked back and couldn't wait to watch the documentary again.

He also made a small difference. Did the father and the emperor call his mother?

After coming here, he found that the father emperor was not what he imagined. The father emperor would also lie, and the father emperor would be indecisive.

After leaving the room, while walking towards the elevator and unlocking the phone, he habitually opened the WeChat circle of friends to see if she made any movements. His slender hands swipe the screen at will, before walking to the elevator. He stopped abruptly.

Song Yuan just posted a circle of friends ten minutes ago with nine photos attached--

[Today is also a very happy day duck! 】

Among the nine photos, one was particularly obtrusive. She rested her head on the back of a young man who was washing fruit. Both men turned their heads and smiled at the camera with intimate gestures.

Rong Hui's face is frosty, his jaw is tight, his eyes are dull, and his body emits extremely low air pressure.

He couldn't figure it out. Now he came to her world. There is no imperial power here, there is no Meng Qingsong and no concubine in the harem she minds. Why is she still so cold to him? It seems that he can never move her half a point, he dare not I believe she already likes others, but if a person like her, who is cautious in terms of sex, would not lean on the young man's back like this young man?

If she really likes others, what should he do, and what can he do?

At the palace, although he was very jealous that she cared for Meng Qingluo, but he knew better than anyone else. She only had brotherly and sisterly affection to Meng Qingluo, and no male or female affection. He had always been very confident in her affection. He knew She liked him, but after coming here, he became uncertain.

Rong Hua closed his eyes and turned to reopen his eyes. His eyes were still cold.

He came to the door of a certain room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened.

When Sun Qiming saw that the person standing at the door was the boss, he was still a little surprised. Before he could ask what was happening, he heard Rong Hong said, "Check where she is now."

he? she was?

Sun Qiming noticed that his boss's expression was not very friendly, and even carried a murderous spirit. He was agitated, and immediately responded that the boss said she must be Miss Song.

"Okay, I'll check it right away."

Rong Hui glanced at him and went straight into the room.

Sun Qiming's efficiency is still very fast. Twenty or thirty minutes later, Song Yuan was finally found in a resort in a neighboring city.

Sitting on a chair, Rong Hong was thinking about the problem with his eyes closed. He heard Sun Qiming's report and whispered, "Send me over."

Sun Qiming thought he had heard it wrong. After all, it was more than seven in the evening. "Now?"

"Yes, now." Rong Hong looked up at him, and he had restored his calmness and calmness.