[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 76: 076

From the first floor to the negative first floor, the two stepped out of the elevator one after the other, and Rong Hong followed behind Song Yuan. He had been watching her back.

She quickly found her car, opened the door and sat in. He also sat in the front passenger seat.

"You have been here for so long. It seems that I haven't invited you to eat anything except that time." Song Yuan smiled. "This time I'm making Dong, please eat delicious food. I remember that you also like to eat seafood. Otherwise, let 's go eat seafood and go back to Rongting now? "

Rong Hong looked at her silently, and finally nodded.

"Cuckoo must be happy. I'll call him first."

Song Yuan took his cell phone out of his bag and dialed Rong Ting's phone. The other one was quickly picked up. It belonged to Rong Ting's strenuous little **** and said, "What's the matter, mother?"

"Don't you say you want to eat prawns a few days ago? I've met your father now, let's go back to meet you and eat seafood together, okay?"

Her light tone made Rong Hong feel a little lost, he had the illusion that they are the most common and warmest family of three in the world.

Rong Ting cheered, "Okay! I was trying to say that the food at home was not enough!"

Although he was very happy to eat the food made by his father, he even wanted to eat seafood ~

"In that line, you can simply clean it up. Remember to bring your thermos. You will come downstairs in about twenty minutes."

"Well!" Rong Ting was very happy, and left the conversation with his father Huang this afternoon.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuan was lowering his head to fasten his seat belt, and heard the man sitting next to him with a low voice, "I'm sorry."

This exclamation made Song Yuan hold back.

She knew that her husband was an emperor, and even now when she remembers it, she doesn't remember whether he heard these three words from his mouth.

Now Lengding heard him say sorry, she thought she had heard it wrong.

"Why are you sorry?" Song Yuan looked at him puzzled.

Rong Hong didn't speak.

"Are you saying that you are pretending to have amnesia?" Song Yuan suddenly realized, then waved his hand, pursed his lips, and showed a shallow pear vortex. "It doesn't matter, I'm not angry, but I think you better talk to Rong Ting apologized. He was very concerned about this. At first, he thought you were injured and caused amnesia. He was worried for a long time. He knew that you were actually injured after pretending to have amnesia. "

Song Yuan can tell whether he is telling the truth or telling the truth.

She had bright eyes and a relaxed tone at the moment, apparently not minding.

But why?

She didn't look like this before.

There was a kind of weakness in his heart that seemed to be trying to hide his weakness and frustration. He asked a little eagerly: "Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you angry?"

After speaking, he also realized that he was inexplicably excited, relieved, and whispered, "Sorry, I'm just a little curious, I didn't blame you."

After all, Song Yuan has been a husband and wife with him for a long time. No one knows more about her than what she thinks and how he feels.

She was silent for a moment, and instead of immediately starting the car, she turned her head to look at him. When her eyes touched his white hair, she seemed to be stinging, her eyes were down, and she whispered: "Finally answer your question We wo n't talk after I drive, okay? I 'm afraid of distraction, I 'm not smart, you know, there 's no way to do both things, I do n't want to talk when I 'm driving. "

"Yep."

"When I was reading, I had read a book by Mr. Lu Xun. I was very impressed with an article in it. He said that the temperament of Chinese people likes to be compromised. For example, you want to open a window. People certainly don't agree, but if you say you want to remove the roof, they will come to reconcile, and will be willing to open the window. "Song Yuan smiled a little embarrassed," I am such a person, I do n't know such The metaphor is right here, I am probably like this. If nothing happened, then I will be very angry now. After all the past, after you concealed your identity, and decided to marry me to the generals, it may be me The tolerance is high, so now you pretend that you have amnesia, and I really don't get angry. "

This is her true idea.

She is really ...

No wonder her parents are always worried that she will be cheated.

After hearing this answer, Rong Hong felt a knife stuck in his heart. She was obviously not angry, and she was also willing to talk to him. This was the result he had always dreamed of. Why was he even more uncomfortable when she did so?

She told Rong Ting that she was used to it.

Now she said that after those things, she would not be angry.

He would rather she blame him and scold him for hating him like he did, than want her to be like that now.

Song Yuan said a lot more easily after she said these things. She looked at the dial on the car and watched the modern parking lot she was looking at. She was relieved in her heart, held the steering wheel tightly, and ran her head over him. With a smile, "Okay, let's talk about something afterwards. Now I guess there is still a little traffic jam on the road, I have to drive with my heart."

Rong Zheng nodded silently.

Recalling all these years, recalling her original appearance, and then thinking about what she said just now, his jaw was tight and his heart was very stuffy.

Putting your hands on your knees, you clucked unconsciously.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot. There were a lot of cars coming in from the hospital, and going out of the hospital was much smoother. When Song Yuan drove, he was really wholehearted. Rong Hong looked over at her side. In the last part of the harem, he watched her become more and more silent and depressed. He was helpless. He thought that one day she would accept Meng Qing's death. Now think about it, her depression is to Is it for Meng Qingyun herself? Unknown, this was a topic he didn't want to talk about or touch.

He looked out of the car window, all of which he was unfamiliar with, and he wanted to experience her state of mind.

While waiting for the traffic light, he whispered, "Do you believe it?"

Song Yuan was still paying attention to the road ahead. He heard his soft voice and thought he had heard it wrong.

"I also had the idea of ​​wishing that I was just Ziheng at that time."

Do you believe? I also occasionally wish I was just your Ziheng, just an ordinary person.