[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 88: 088

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.