[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 38: 038

Song Yuan laughed at him, "You're right, but we can't finish so much, or give it to our neighbors to try tomorrow"

The neighbor is a mother-to-be. She is six or seven months pregnant. She likes Rong Ting very often and often sends some food.

Only when the prospective mother asked Rong Ting whether her stomach was a younger brother or a younger sister, Rong Ting was clearly in trouble.

Many people think that children can see the **** of the baby in the belly of a pregnant woman, and the more accurate the novel is, the older they are.

Rong Ting said at the time that Gu Gu would not know the prophet.

Fortunately, he is young and looks good. No matter what the adult thinks he is cute and cute, Song Yuan corrects him so that he no longer calls himself "solitary" to others, but this guy is stubborn and he is willing Change a lot of habits, willing to talk and get along well with others, and occasionally willing to play football with the children in the community, but he insisted on this and refused to change anything.

"OK." Rong Ting was not stingy, nodded generously and agreed.

"Cuckoo, we are going to Beijing right away. It is estimated that we will go back for more than half a year. I was wondering if I should ask my neighbors and your friends to have a meal before leaving."

Rong Ting didn't think the boys who played with him were his friends.

Obviously just kicking the ball, after the kick, they went back to each house to find their mothers, what kind of friends.

He didn't think he could become friends with them, but only to see his mother was very happy with him and his peers, he just made it difficult for him to play football.

"It's all right," Rong Ting said.

Song Yuan said happily, "That's great, I'm going to order a cake."

After seeing her mother, she said happily that she would order cakes, dress up at home, and other trivial matters. Rong Ting grinned. Chu Jun would not be alone. He was used to it. Not to mention having a confidant, to stay awake and lonely, to see everything clearly, and not to be blinded by the so-called friendship to make wrong judgments.

It's just that his mother is happy, he is happy.

After eating strawberries, Song Yuan asked Rong Ting to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth, he was ready to sleep.

The room was warm, and it was not winter at all, but at the same time it was very dry. Several humidifiers were working.

After Rong Ting fell asleep, she was free to do her own thing. When she was sitting on the bed preparing to find a variety show, her cell phone rang and she picked it up. The caller ID was Mr. Xie. He got up, "Hey, Mr. Xie."

"Miss Song, you haven't slept yet, I hope I haven't disturbed you, I'm really worried that my uncle has misunderstood me, so I called you."

Actually, her father shouldn't have misunderstood him.

Song Yuan smiled. "It's okay. My dad is very worried that I will be deceived, so he cares about my friendships. Don't mind him, he has no bad intentions."

"It turned out that way. That uncle is a very responsible father. I thought I had offended him before."

"No la."

Rong Hong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding the mobile phone in his hand, with a slight smile, "That's good, then I won't disturb you, rest, Miss Song, good night."

"Well Goodnight."

Fortunately, he didn't mean to chat. Song Yuan hung up on the bed and sighed with relief.